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Tudor Monastery Farm

Jaren geleden heb ik er al een iets over geschreven op dit weblog. Nu heb ik eindelijk kunnen downloaden en op DVD kunnen zetten.

Nu weet ik niet precies meer in welk jaar het is geweest, maar dat moet bijna wel in het begin van de 80-jaren van de vorige eeuw zijn geweest. In die tijd deed ik veel aan Kerk en Samenleving. Niet omdat ik zo gelovig was, maar het gewoon zo hoorde. De kerk gemeenschap en de samenleving. Dat hoorde gewoon.

Ik kon in die tijd toen naar een soort kasteel/klooster (in het Noorden van Frankrijk) toen als begeleiding van jongen mensen. En dat voor een week of vier.

Mijn vrouw in die tijd zag dat eigenlijk helemaal niet zitten. Dus zij zette dat uit mijn hoofd. Maar eigenlijk heb ik daar altijd spijt van gehad. Wij hadden toen geen kinderen dus we waren eigenlijk zo’n beetje vrij. Maar ik maakte daar op dat moment totaal geen probleem van.

Nu moet ik zeggen, dat ik niet precies wist/weet wat het eigenlijk inhield. Zij maakte daar een probleem van, Dus hield het op voor me. Hoewel ik eigenlijk dat wel zag zitten.

Nu ik die Tudor serie, eindelijk op DVD heb, en ik deze al een paar maal heb gezien, lijkt het wel alsof men dat bedoelde in de die tijd.

Want tenslotte is in de serie te zien, hoe mensen in een klooster gemeenschap, kaarsen maakte. Boter maakte. Boekdruk kunsten en boek bindingen maakte. Kortom, wel iets wat indruk op me maakte, toen op TV en nu op DVD.

Maar ook het zien van van de serie The Secret Of A Castle (hier ook op dit weblog aandacht aan besteed) komen dingen naar boven. In die serie wordt er namelijk een kasteel gemaakt met het gereedschap van toen. De serie is in 2014 op de BBC TV geweest.

Daarin laten ze hoe bepaalde verbindingen tot stand zijn gekomen. Hoe men potten maakte, hoe men dagen bezig waren hoe een trede van een trap werden uit gepakt, hoe een 100 kilo deur werd op gehangen en hoe ze de nagel (zeg maar spijkers in die tijd) werden gemaakt.

Als ik deze twee series nu bekijk, dan zie ik eigenlijk dat ik bepaalde dingen, zoals het oude boekbinden, verbinding, smeden enz. ook gedaan heb en zelf toe gepast in mijn toenmalige huis.

Voor mijn zijn deze twee series/DVD een herinnering die zijn weer ga niet kende. Ik maakte toen al gebruik van bepaalde dingen (het het weven en zo). En eigenlijk weer knap van me, dat ik dit alles goed heb onthouden. Tenslotte schreef ik toen nog helemaal niets op en maakte maar een paar foto’s. Nu is het allemaal zo anders. Maar het menselijk brein bedrieg me weer een niet.

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ANNE BOLEYN’S MUSIC BOOK

24 September 2017 | Britten Theatre

Professor Ian Fenlon University of Cambridge
Dr David Skinner University of Cambridge
Professor Thomas Schmidt University of Manchester
Alamire

The Anne Boleyn Music Book is one of the most significant books of Renaissance music in Britain and one of the RCM’s greatest treasures.

Join us for short talks by experts from the universities of Cambridge and Manchester, and a performance of excerpts of the manuscript music by Alamire ensemble, as we celebrate the rebinding of this precious manuscript and publication of a full facsimile.

This unique event also marks the 50th anniversary of the Society for Renaissance Studies.

Generously supported by The Cayzer Trust Company Limited and The Hon. Mrs Gilmour with additional support from the Society for Renaissance Studies.

Tickets: Free but required

http://www.rcm.ac.uk/events/listings/details/?id=1288354

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Duelleer Pistolen set 1550 replicatie.

Soms kom je wel eens iets tegen, waarvan je zeg: nee dat kan niet, dat pas totaal niet bij me. Maar ja, dan heb je weer je liefhebberij van The Musketiers.

De flintlock is in het jaar 1550 uitgevonden. Een scherp flintje, vast in de haan, slaat op een verhard staal en werpt een vonk uit die het poeder ontsteekt.

De mechanica van deze flintlock pistool is volledig flexibel, maar ze zijn niet functioneel. De pistolen zijn reproducties van meesters van de 18e eeuw.

De lente is c.a. 30 cm

Inmiddels hem ik een twee tal zwaarden en een geweer waarvan het mechanisme erg verdomd veel lijk als wat men toen gebruikte. Het geweer in overigens van rond de 1840, dus niet uit die tijd. En dan nu een pistool. En gelukkig werken deze niet, is het allemaal nep.

Ondanks ik een fan ben van de middeleeuwen, verafschuw ik het geweld. Met name geweren en al wat daar mee te maken heeft.

Maar ik ben vooral onder de indruk en de middeleeuwen om al dat mooie interieur. En daar horen ook wat zwaarden bij.

The Musketiers kwam in half in de jaren 70 van de vorige eeuw in contact. De middeleeuwen van in 1969 en 1970, met de series Floris en de zwart-wil serie uit 1958, Ivanhoe. Daardoor heb ik weet ik veel hoeveel films van de middeleeuwen en serie, van King Arthur, Robin Hood, Ivanhoe, Henry 8, The Musketeers en meer.

En dagelijks kijk ik wel naar een film of serie. Sommig al meer dan 100 keer gezien, geloof ik. Maar het blijf indrukwekkend voor me.

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The 300 Spartans

Het is een oude klassieker (uit 1967) die in 2006 op DVD verscheen

Het is een verhaal wat zich afspeelt in Griekenland, zo’n 480 jaar voor Christus. Met Richard Egan en Sir Ralph Richardson in de hoofdrollen.

Het is natuurlijk wel een film die me aanspreekt natuurlijk. Een middeleeuws achtig iets.

Voor de techniek hoef je film niet te zien of zeker niet te kopen. In 1967 namen ze bepaalde dingen niet zo serieus. Mensen waren nu niet eenmaal verwent, zoals men dat nu is. Bovendien in Zwart-Wit zie je bepaalde dingen niet.

Nou ja zwart-wit …….. Nou ja, kleur……

Maar maak het dan dat dit een slechte film is. In tegendeel. Men wist toen al verdomd goed hoe ze verhalen/gebeurtenissen moesten vastleggen op film. En ik heb van de eerste minuut tot de laatste minuut dan ook enorm genoten.

Het is een hele leuke film, en ik ben blij dat ik hem nu in mijn collectie te mogen hebben.

Aanrader, zou ik zeggen.

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During the English Civil War, Lady Mary

Bankes defended a castle from over 200 attackers with only five men under her initial command

https://www.thevintagenews.com/2016/08/14/priority-english-civil-war-lady-mary-bankes-defended-castle-200-attackers-five-men-initial-command/

Mary Hawtry was born in about 1598, the only daughter of Ralph Hawtry, Esquire of Ruislip, Middlesex, and Mary Altham. In about 1618, she married Sir John Bankes, who later became Attorney-General to King Charles I and Lord Chief Justice of the Common Pleas. In 1635, Sir John purchased Corfe Castle in Dorset with all its manors, rights, and privileges from Lady Elizabeth Coke. Sir John died on 28 December 1644 at the age of 55.

In 1643, when civil war broke out in England, she assumed control of Corfe Castle after John Bankes was ordered by the king to travel to York. She sent her sons away for safety and remained behind with her daughters, servants, and a force of five men. In May 1643, a force of Parliamentarians, comprising between 200 and 300 men under the command of Sir Walter Erle attacked the castle but never succeeded in capturing it. She asked for aid and a troop of 80 men under the command of Captain Robert Lawrence arrived to reinforce the garrison. In June, Commander Erle renewed his attack along with Captains Sydenham, Jarvis and Scott, a force of 500-600 men, and two siege engines. With Captain Lawrence’s troops protecting the Middle Ward and the better part of the garrison, Mary and her small group defended the Upper Ward and by heaving stones and hot embers from the  battlements, managed to repel the assailants, killing and wounding over 100 men. In 1646, one of her officers, Colonel Pitman, betrayed her by leading a party of Parliamentarians into the castle via a sally gate. The Parliamentarians under the command of a Colonel Bingham reversed their jackets and were mistaken for Royalists. As a result, she was forced to surrender the castle. However, because she showed such courage she was allowed to keep the keys of the castle, which are now held at Kingston Lacy near Wimborne Minster, Dorset. The castle was slighted the same year it was captured by the orders of the House of Commons.

It is recorded that her sons Ralph and Jerome bought the manor of Eastcourt on her behalf. Upon her death, the manor passed to her daughter Joanna Borlase, who in her turn passed it on to her daughters and co-heirs

Lady Mary died on 11 April 1661 and was buried in St Martin’s Church, Ruislip. On the south wall of the chancel inside the church there is a monument to Mary with this inscription:

To the memory of Lady Mary Bankes, the only daughter of Ralph Hawtery, of Riselip, in the county of Middlesex, esq., the wife and widow of Sir John Bankes, knight, late Lord Chief Justice of His Majesty’s court of Common Pleas, and of the Privy Council of His Majesty King Charles I of blessed memory, who having had the honour to have borne with a constancy and courage above her sex, a noble proportion of the late calamities, and the restitution of the government, with great peace of mind laid down her most desired life the 11th day of April 1661. Sir Ralph Bankes her son and heir hath dedicated this.

 

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Poisoned pottage and a man boiled to death

 

Posted By Claire on April 5, 2017

On this day in history, 5th April 1531, Richard Roose (Rouse) was boiled to death at Smithfield after being attainted of high treason.

Roose was the former cook of the household of John Fisher, Bishop of Rochester, and he’d been attainted after Parliament had passed a new bill, the “Acte for Poysoning”, which made it high treason to kill anyone with poison.

It was claimed that Roose had poisoned the pottage that had been served to the bishop and his guests on 18th February 1531. Two poor people, who’d been served leftovers as alms, died after eating it, and the bishop and his guests were taken ill but survived.

Read more…

Also on this day in history, 5th April 1533, Convocation gave its ruling on Henry VIII’s marriage to Catherine of Aragon, stating that the Pope had no power to dispense in the case of a man marrying his brother’s widow, and that it was contrary to God’s law.

Read more…

https://www.theanneboleynfiles.com/poisoned-pottage-man-boiled-death/

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24 March 1603 – Death of Elizabeth I

Posted By Claire on March 24, 2014

 

On this day in history, the 24th March 1603, Queen Elizabeth I, daughter of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, died at Richmond Palace.

Elizabeth I’s death was the end of an era in so many ways: the end of England’s Golden Age, the end of a long reign (over 44 years) and the end of the Tudor dynasty. The Tudor line died with the Virgin Queen and it was the son of Mary Queen of Scots, James VI of Scotland, who became James I of England and who began the House of Stuart in English history.

Here is a primary source account of Elizabeth I’s last days, written by Sir Robert Carey, Earl of Monmouth, son of Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon, and grandson of Mary Boleyn, in his memoirs:

I took my journey about the end of the year 1602. When I came to court, I found the Queen ill disposed, and she kept her inner lodging; yet she, hearing of my arrival, sent for me. I found her in one of her withdrawing chambers, sitting low upon her cushions. She called me to her; I kissed her hand, and told her it was by chiefest happiness to see her in safety, and in health, which I wished might long continue. She took me by the hand, and wrung it hard, and said, ‘No, Robin, I am not well,’ and then discoursed with me of her indisposition, and that her heart had been sad and heavy for ten or twelve days; and in her discourse, she fetched not so few as forty or fifty great sighs. I was grieved at the first to see her in this plight; for in all my lifetime before, I never knew her fetch a sigh, but when the Queen of Scots was beheaded. Then, upon my knowledge, she shed many tears and sights, manifesting her innocence, that she never gave consent to the death of that Queen.

I used the best words I could, to persuade her from this melancholy humour; but I found by her it was too deep-rooted in her heart, and hardly to be removed. This was upon a Saturday night, and she gave command, that the great closet should be prepared for her to go to chapel the next morning. The next day, all things being in readiness, we long expected her coming. After eleven o’clock, one of the grooms came out, and bade make ready for the private closet; she would not go to the great. There we stayed long for her coming, but at the last she had cushions laid for her in the privy chamber hard by the closet door, and there she heard service. From that day forwards, she grew worse and worse. She remained upon her cushions four days and nights at the least. All about her could not persuade her, either to take any sustenance, or go to bed. The Queen grew worse and worse, because she would be so, none about her being able to persuade her to go to bed. My Lord Admiral was sent for, (who, by reason of my sister’s death, that was his wife, had absented himself some fortnight from court;) what by fair means, what by force, he got her to bed. There was no hope of her recovery, because she refused all remedies.

On Wednesday, the 23d of March, she grew speechless. That afternoon, by signs, she called for her council, and by putting her hand to her head, when the king so Scots was named to succeed her, they all knew he was the man she desired should reign after her. About six at night she made signs for Archbishop Whitgift and her chaplains to come to her, at which time I went in with them, and sat upon my knees full of tears to see that heavy sight. Her Majesty lay upon her back, with one hand in the bed, and the other without. The bishop kneeled down by her, and examined her first of her faith; and she so punctually answered all his several questions, by lifting up her eyes, and holding up her hand, as it was a comfort to all the beholders. Then the good man told her plainly what she was, and what she was to come to; and though she had been long a great Queen here upon earth, yet shortly she was to yield an account of her stewardship to the King of kings. After this he began to pray, and all that were by did answer him. After he had continued long in prayer, till the old man’s knees were weary, he blessed her, and meant to rise and leave her. The Queen made a sign with her hand. My sister Scroop knowing her meaning, told the bishop the Queen desired he would pray still. He did so for a long half hour more, with earnest cries to God for her soul’s health, which he uttered with that fervency of spirit, as the Queen, to all our sight, much rejoiced thereat, and gave testimony to us all of her Christian and comfortable end. By this time it grew late, and every one departed, all but her women that attended her.

This that I heard with my ears, and did see with my eyes, I thought it my duty to set down, and to affirm it for a truth, upon the faith of a Christian; because I know there have been many false lies reported of the end and death of that good lady.”

After Carey had left, Elizabeth slipped into a deep sleep and died peacefully in her sleep in the early hours of the 24th March. Diarist John Manningham recorded her actual death:-

This morning, about three o’clock her Majesty departed from this life, mildly like a lamb, easily like a ripe apple from a tree… Dr Parry told me he was present, and sent his prayers before her soul; and I doubt not but she is amongst the royal saints in heaven in eternal joys.”

RIP Queen Elizabeth I.

Now, I could carry on being sad and morbid, but as I was reading the moving accounts of Elizabeth I’s death, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate her life, rather than just focus on her death. She was an incredible woman and there are many people around the world who admire her, but why?

For me, I must admit, that part of the attraction is that she was the daughter of Anne Boleyn and as I read more about Elizabeth I see glimpses of her mother in her. As I read her letters and speeches I am blown away by her way with words, her wit, her intelligence and her skills of diplomacy. When I look at the events of her life and reign, I am overawed by the challenges she faced and how she overcame them. When I consider the status of women in Tudor times, I am amazed by Elizabeth’s achievements, and when I read the words of her friends and advisers I am struck by the respect and love they had for a woman who could be incredibly spiteful at times. She was a formidable woman and queen and deserves to be remembered as such.

Originally posted on The Elizabeth Files.

Notes and Sources

  • Sir Robert Carey’s Memoirs, edited by John Boyle, 5th Earl of Cork, in 1759, and by Sir Walter Scott in 1808, quoted on Elfinspell.com

https://www.theanneboleynfiles.com/24-march-1603-death-elizabeth/

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24 March 1603 – Death of Elizabeth I

Posted By Claire on March 24, 2014

 

On this day in history, the 24th March 1603, Queen Elizabeth I, daughter of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, died at Richmond Palace.

Elizabeth I’s death was the end of an era in so many ways: the end of England’s Golden Age, the end of a long reign (over 44 years) and the end of the Tudor dynasty. The Tudor line died with the Virgin Queen and it was the son of Mary Queen of Scots, James VI of Scotland, who became James I of England and who began the House of Stuart in English history.

Here is a primary source account of Elizabeth I’s last days, written by Sir Robert Carey, Earl of Monmouth, son of Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon, and grandson of Mary Boleyn, in his memoirs:

I took my journey about the end of the year 1602. When I came to court, I found the Queen ill disposed, and she kept her inner lodging; yet she, hearing of my arrival, sent for me. I found her in one of her withdrawing chambers, sitting low upon her cushions. She called me to her; I kissed her hand, and told her it was by chiefest happiness to see her in safety, and in health, which I wished might long continue. She took me by the hand, and wrung it hard, and said, ‘No, Robin, I am not well,’ and then discoursed with me of her indisposition, and that her heart had been sad and heavy for ten or twelve days; and in her discourse, she fetched not so few as forty or fifty great sighs. I was grieved at the first to see her in this plight; for in all my lifetime before, I never knew her fetch a sigh, but when the Queen of Scots was beheaded. Then, upon my knowledge, she shed many tears and sights, manifesting her innocence, that she never gave consent to the death of that Queen.

I used the best words I could, to persuade her from this melancholy humour; but I found by her it was too deep-rooted in her heart, and hardly to be removed. This was upon a Saturday night, and she gave command, that the great closet should be prepared for her to go to chapel the next morning. The next day, all things being in readiness, we long expected her coming. After eleven o’clock, one of the grooms came out, and bade make ready for the private closet; she would not go to the great. There we stayed long for her coming, but at the last she had cushions laid for her in the privy chamber hard by the closet door, and there she heard service. From that day forwards, she grew worse and worse. She remained upon her cushions four days and nights at the least. All about her could not persuade her, either to take any sustenance, or go to bed. The Queen grew worse and worse, because she would be so, none about her being able to persuade her to go to bed. My Lord Admiral was sent for, (who, by reason of my sister’s death, that was his wife, had absented himself some fortnight from court;) what by fair means, what by force, he got her to bed. There was no hope of her recovery, because she refused all remedies.

On Wednesday, the 23d of March, she grew speechless. That afternoon, by signs, she called for her council, and by putting her hand to her head, when the king so Scots was named to succeed her, they all knew he was the man she desired should reign after her. About six at night she made signs for Archbishop Whitgift and her chaplains to come to her, at which time I went in with them, and sat upon my knees full of tears to see that heavy sight. Her Majesty lay upon her back, with one hand in the bed, and the other without. The bishop kneeled down by her, and examined her first of her faith; and she so punctually answered all his several questions, by lifting up her eyes, and holding up her hand, as it was a comfort to all the beholders. Then the good man told her plainly what she was, and what she was to come to; and though she had been long a great Queen here upon earth, yet shortly she was to yield an account of her stewardship to the King of kings. After this he began to pray, and all that were by did answer him. After he had continued long in prayer, till the old man’s knees were weary, he blessed her, and meant to rise and leave her. The Queen made a sign with her hand. My sister Scroop knowing her meaning, told the bishop the Queen desired he would pray still. He did so for a long half hour more, with earnest cries to God for her soul’s health, which he uttered with that fervency of spirit, as the Queen, to all our sight, much rejoiced thereat, and gave testimony to us all of her Christian and comfortable end. By this time it grew late, and every one departed, all but her women that attended her.

This that I heard with my ears, and did see with my eyes, I thought it my duty to set down, and to affirm it for a truth, upon the faith of a Christian; because I know there have been many false lies reported of the end and death of that good lady.”

After Carey had left, Elizabeth slipped into a deep sleep and died peacefully in her sleep in the early hours of the 24th March. Diarist John Manningham recorded her actual death:-

This morning, about three o’clock her Majesty departed from this life, mildly like a lamb, easily like a ripe apple from a tree… Dr Parry told me he was present, and sent his prayers before her soul; and I doubt not but she is amongst the royal saints in heaven in eternal joys.”

RIP Queen Elizabeth I.

Now, I could carry on being sad and morbid, but as I was reading the moving accounts of Elizabeth I’s death, I thought it would be appropriate to celebrate her life, rather than just focus on her death. She was an incredible woman and there are many people around the world who admire her, but why?

For me, I must admit, that part of the attraction is that she was the daughter of Anne Boleyn and as I read more about Elizabeth I see glimpses of her mother in her. As I read her letters and speeches I am blown away by her way with words, her wit, her intelligence and her skills of diplomacy. When I look at the events of her life and reign, I am overawed by the challenges she faced and how she overcame them. When I consider the status of women in Tudor times, I am amazed by Elizabeth’s achievements, and when I read the words of her friends and advisers I am struck by the respect and love they had for a woman who could be incredibly spiteful at times. She was a formidable woman and queen and deserves to be remembered as such.

Originally posted on The Elizabeth Files.

Notes and Sources

  • Sir Robert Carey’s Memoirs, edited by John Boyle, 5th Earl of Cork, in 1759, and by Sir Walter Scott in 1808, quoted on Elfinspell.com

https://www.theanneboleynfiles.com/24-march-1603-death-elizabeth/

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Stunning 700-year-old giant cave used by Knights Templar found behind a rabbit hole in the British countryside

 

The cave, beneath a farmer’s field in Shropshire, was used by the medieval religious order that fought in the Crusades and these stunning images were captured by photographer Michael Scott

 

 

 

 

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/gallery/stunning-700-year-old-giant-9981913#ICID=sharebar_facebook

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Wapens

 

http://de-middeleeuwen.nl/wapens.html

De eerste ridders in de Middeleeuwen vochten in een maliënkolder, dit was een pak van allemaal kleine ringetjes. Het was erg handig want het was buigzaam en het dekte het lichaam af voor een groot deel af.

Helaas was het niet genoeg, een pijl zou er gemakkelijk doorheen kunnen komen. Bovendien zou met een beetje kracht ook een zwaard er ook zo doorheen schieten. Vanaf het einde van de 13e eeuw kwamen er harnassen, dit waren grote stalen platen die zo ongeveer de hele ridder van top tot teen bedekten. Harnassen waren in de Middeleeuwen erg duur en waren meestal alleen weggelegd voor de allerrijksten.

In heel Europa werden wapenuitrustingen gemaakt, de beste wapenuitrustingen kwamen uit Milaan (Italië) en uit Augsburg (Duitsland). Het was daar namelijk gemakkelijker om aan de grondstof voor de wapenuitrusting (ijzererts) te komen dan hier. Een harnas maken was niet eenvoudig, allereerst had men ijzer nodig, dit werd verhit en plat geslagen zodat er een soort platen ontstaan, die werden in een bepaald model geknipt zodat het perfect om de ridder heen pastte. Het harnas was erg zwaar, dat was een groot nadeel, de ridder kon zelf niet eens op zijn paard komen, dit werd met een soort schommel gedaan waar de ridder op ging zitten om zo op zijn paard gezwiept te worden. Net als de ridder krijgt het paard ook een harnas, om ook het paard tijdens de riddergevechten te beschermen. Een ridder in de middeleeuwen begon zijn gevecht meestal met een lans, deze groeide in de loop der tijd wel uit tot drie meter! Een lans is een soort lange stalen buis met aan het eind een punt en aan het begin een handvat.

De ridder hield dit vast om zo zijn tegenstander van het paard af te gooien of te spiesen aan zijn lans. Verder had de ridder ook nog een zeer persoonlijk wapen, namelijk zijn zwaard. Het zwaard was aan twee kanten scherp geslepen en had ook een handvat. Om de slagen en stoten van de lans af te weren droeg de ridder ook een schild. In het begin van de 12e eeuw was het nog maar een simpel driehoekig stuk hout dat met leer was bedekt. Later kwam het metalen schild, met een grote metalen knop in het midden, het hing aan een band om de hals van de ridder. Aan de achterkant waren riemen bevestigd. In de loop van de 14e eeuw werden de schilden steeds kleiner, sterker, en makkelijker hanteerbaar.