Rooms in a Castle

St. Julian the hospitaler. Trans. Fowlie. Nothing in particular to say about this, just exceptional writing:

Inside, the ironwork glistened everywhere. Tapestries in the bedrooms were protection against the cold. Cupboards overflowed with linen, casks of wine were piled up in the cellars, and oak coffers creaked with the weight of bags of money.

In the armory, between standards and heads of wild beasts, you could see weapons of every age and nation, from the slings of the Amalekites and the javelins of the Garamantes, to the short swords of the Saracens and the Norman coats-of-mail.

The large spit in the kitchen could roast an ox. The chapel was as suptuous as the oratory of a king. There was even, in a remote corner, a Roman steam-bath; but the good lord did not use it, considering it a pagan practice.

A bit later, Julian’s hut:

His only furniture was a small table, a stool, a bed of dry leaves and three clay cups. Two holes in the wall served as windows.

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