Chapter 5: III

III Then (sad relief!) from the bleak coast that hears The German Ocean roar, deep-blooming, strong, And yellow hair’d, the blue-eyed Saxon came. Thomson’s “Liberty” In a hall, the height of which was greatly disproportioned to its extreme length and width, a long oaken table, formed of planks rough-hewn from the forest, and which had scarcely received any polish, stood ready prepared for the evening meal of Cedric the Saxon. The roof, composed of beams and rafters, had…