Chapter FiveThe King arrived half an hour late at Westminster Hall for his Coronation.
It was not his fault. Lord Gwydyr, the Acting Great Lord Chamberlain, had torn his clothes while dressing and therefore was forced to keep His Majesty waiting.
The bells of St. Margaret’s, which pealed every half an hour from midnight until dawn, were drowned by the boom of the cannons firing across the river and rockets exploding into the sky.
When the King appeared in his robes wearing a brown wig, its thick curls falling over his forehead and the nape of his neck, he looked as the Earl had expected, extremely impressive.
He had a distinct dignity about him that silenced his critics.
The young people in particular who had gone expecting to laugh were taken by surprise and found themselves affected
