An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Time flies like an arrow

We'll leave the fruit flies alone for today though. Hard to believ December has 1/2 slipped away without a post but still too much interference to have much to say. Hopefully soom I'll have time to talk about camels and Persian infantry, meanwhile Rob from Garrison has graciously scanned in the following illustrations of Phrygian weapons and armour for me. They are from the "1812 edition of Hope's Costume of the Ancients".



     


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