Thursday, 20 June 2019 (547.13)

The last reading stopped at: “a hundred years!” (547.13)


One of the group's favourites was HCE's description of his coat of arms:

At the crest, two young frish, etoiled, flappant, devoiled of their habiliments, vested sable, withdrewers argent. For the boss a coleopter, pondant, partifesswise, blazoned sinister, at the slough, proper. In the lower field a terce of lanciers, shaking unsheathed shafts, their arms crossed in saltire, embusked, sinople. Motto, in letters portent: Hery Crass Evohodie. (546.5 ff.) 

      

This collage was a tough one. If you see any room for improvement or have a suggestion, please leave a comment on this post or drop me a private line here.