Eleanor Bayning Posted November 29, 2022 Share Posted November 29, 2022 Quote The Royal Library was located in the Upper Ward, on the first floor. The joy of a Baroque Library is in its white plaster decorations and delicate carvings in corners, grand trompe l'oeuil designs, as well as the books that fill shelves right up to the ceiling. The newly decorated library had been expanded from its Elizabethan design, incorporating part of the old hall. It looked out over the Horn Court on one side, accessible from the same hallways as the Kings apartment. Even at night this was a busy place. The many spirits, ghosts and apparitions that an ancient place like Windsor Castle contained by virtue of all that had passed, took particular pleasure in this dome of spiritual wellness, called perhaps by happier memories. The form of the old Queen Elisabeth, dressed in black, her stomacher stiff, her collar wide, and her white face wrinkled, was often seen moving about, in particular from the hearth to the old dark wooden table that nobody dared move. It was said many a meeting of the Privy Council had taken place here, rather than in the Queen's Closet. Another more recent visitation was seen behind the windows of the library, looking out with worry and a great sadness. It was Charles I whose grave was down in the Lower Ward, resting next to Henry VIII and Jane Seymour in St. George's Chapel. Before his untimely demise he had spend some time as prisoner in Windsor Castle. It was windy outside. Eleanor had braved the weather in order to acquire new supplies for her intended embroideries, but afterward had had to have Mary re-do her hair. Now, despite her desire to explore the gardens, and particularly the Orangery as recommended by Lord Mountjoy, Eleanor had decided to save that particular delight for the morrow. Instead she had ventured to the Library in search of inspiration or fascination, her maid and chaperone Mary carrying her basket of sewing paraphenalia. Surely the Library of Windsor could have books on botany? With her hair re-done she had left her hat in her rooms, but otherwise wore her cream and green striped cotton day dress with the pink and deep green rambling rose embroidery, and her silk ribbon accessories. It was a comfortable ensemble, fetching whilst not overly formal. Now she stood, one hand holding her fan, the other tapping her lips thoughtfully as she worked her way along the shelves, looking for any books on natural history. Behind her the late afternoon sun cast slanting, golden rays through the windows, illuminating both the shelves of books, and the figure perusing them. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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