You will be guided to the most gracious table in the hall, upon which is a display of flowers made of the finest silk.
Behind the table are two thrones.
When all your guests are seated, the servants in their finest costume will present to you, the feast..."
"...and when the feast is over, and the speeches have been said; the friar will invite the princess and her knight to take part in a tradition. One older than the hall, older than the oldest tree, older, almost than the land itself... a joining, a fasting of hands.
Within the presence of your guests and before one another, in seriousness and friendship, in hope and above all else, Love; you will take part a ceremony that will bind you both together through out time.
When the day is over, and your guests have all gone home, you will still have the picture in your mind’s eye of the day you were joined to your knight..."
In your mind's eye you have a picture forming of your wedding day: Behind the table are two thrones.
When all your guests are seated, the servants in their finest costume will present to you, the feast..."
"...and when the feast is over, and the speeches have been said; the friar will invite the princess and her knight to take part in a tradition. One older than the hall, older than the oldest tree, older, almost than the land itself... a joining, a fasting of hands.
Within the presence of your guests and before one another, in seriousness and friendship, in hope and above all else, Love; you will take part a ceremony that will bind you both together through out time.
When the day is over, and your guests have all gone home, you will still have the picture in your mind’s eye of the day you were joined to your knight..."
"...the marriage service is over. Your guests make their way into the hall where they will help you to celebrate your wedding with a feast.
As they enter, they gasp in sheer surprise. Before them is the hall, laid out in medieval splendour. Banners adorn the walls, music plays, songs and tunes of a bygone age.
As they look around they see that upon each table is the finest linen, ivy garlands and candles in anticipation of the feast.
A portly friar bids them welcome as they step into the past. And when they are all assembled, and wait with baited breath, that same friar with clarion tones announces the arrival of the princess and her knight.
After you have posed for portraits, which you must surely do. After you have spoken with your guests, each and every one.
