![]() ![]() Conveniently close to the teeming metropolis of London, the hall was large enough to accommodate King Henry’s army of scribes and clerks, and he regularly convened his great councils in it. They matched Geoffrey’s thunderous mood, and Roger muttered a fervent prayer that both tempests would blow over before any damage was done.īehind the two knights was Westminster, comprising the mighty Benedictine abbey with its cloisters, dormitories and refectories, and the stunning hall commissioned by the previous king. Roger glanced at the sky, and saw dark clouds massing overhead, heralding the start of another autumn storm. His friend, Sir Roger of Durham, watched him with a troubled expression, not sure what to say to calm him, but aware that for Geoffrey to stalk into the King’s presence and accuse him of false dealing would be unwise to say the least. He stood on the wharf that ran along the banks of the great River Thames with his dog at his side, and scowled at the flotilla of boats that tugged at their moorings, trying to bring his temper under control before his audience with the King. ![]()
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