Sherrilyn Kenyon Quotes

Dinner, Served Between 10:00 A.M. And Noon, Was The Main Meal Of The Day. A Trumpeter Or Crier Would Announce The Meal At A Castle. When A Guest Entered, The Ladies Would Curtsey And Take Their Seats. The Lord Might Give The Guest A Light, Quick Kiss Before Showing The Guest To His Seat At The Lord's Table. Attendants Or Pages Would Bring A Washbowl Forward And Pour Water For The Guest And Lord Out Of An Aquanmanile (an Elaborate Pitcher). The Rest Of The Diners Would Wash Their Hands In A Lavabo-type Dispenser In The Great Hall And Dry Their Hands On A Long Towel. They Would Then Take Their Seats At The Lower Trestle Tables On Benches That Often Served As Their Beds At Night. The Diners Were Served In Order: First The Visiting Clergy, The Visiting Nobles, The Lord And His Family, Then The Retainers.

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