THE CHRONICLE OF CLEMENDY
day I waited for them, sitting in an elbow chair set in the shade of the lawn, and had on a little table beside me a flagon of wine, a cup, and the famous books called The Red Book of Rabanus, and The Joyous Inventions of the Monk Galliardus. With these good fellows I passed the afternoon, lying well back in my stall with my legs stretched out, reading with grave delight the pleasant adventures of the Seigneur of Ville-aux-Echelles and Madam Amalaswonda, and the wonderful history of the Rose-Chapter held in the Abbey of Arsanno on the Vigil of St. Ypocras. And amongst other strange relations I read as follows from the Periphrasis of the Spanish friar, Antonio of Calvados; the which plainly declares the delight taken in our land by the nations oversea:
