Hope Posted February 13 Share Posted February 13 THAMES LANDING PLATFORM A large, Spartan-looking grey stone quay ran parallel to the river bank, and was used mostly for unloading supplies for the castle. There were railings consisting of rope and wooden posts, with sturdy bollards at the riverside for mooring. It was from here that all courtiers travelling to the Castle from the river would arrive, being able to see Windsor in all its glory when disembarking. At one end, away from the hasty commotion of the trade vessels, are tied a half dozen small row boats. The owner of the vessels stands nearby, an old man with long grey hair, his leathery skin and the fine wrinkles around his eyes denoting a lifetime spent squinting at the glare on the water. For a nominal fee, you can rent one of the rowboats for the afternoon. There was no wind. The morning fog was thickest along the Thames, dense enough that the light of rising sun barely revealed the boats along the quay. These were indistinct lumbering dark figures, with unseen water lapping at their sides. John Frederick was arrived early, for no other reason than that he'd slept poorly. He stood here now, draped in a woollen cloak with a servant nearby carrying a lamp on a pole. The lamp became less and less necessary as the light of day grew, but was kept burning still. A beacon of a sort, indicating where he was to be found. Some beacons purpose was to warn sailors away. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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