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old slave said:
@twonines enters the arena against @RacingRodent in the Battle of Military History Minds!
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twonines said:
You never know if PrPr is teasing, but if he is implying that it is a young George the Second, then he is obviously rehearsing for Dettingen, a few flanking movements followed by decisive assault on the soft centre.
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Dettingen, the last battle lead by a reigning British Monarch.
Who was the last British monarch to be killed in battle?
 
twonines said:
1485 , well done that girl. Give her a gold star or six of the best if that`s what she`d prefer.
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Silver Star. Last English King. I asked for British.
James IV, Battle of Flodden Field, 1513.
We can't forget Scotland, now can we, Eul.
 
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Chapter 22 A Very Special Gown

It was Mistress Bly, carrying a mass of fabric. “Come along girl, take off that old shift and let’s try these on. I’ll be able to make them fit like you were born in them!”

Rebecca stripped off her shift as Bly arranged several pieces of fabric on the bed. The girl had no idea how they fit together; most were unlike anything she’d ever had.

What struck her first were the colours, well, really, one variety of colour green, a dark Kelly green. The next impression was the richness of the fabrics. Soft velvet, sheer lace, shiny silk. All material that a poor girl from Kent had never seen up close.

First, Bly had the girl put on a pair of short pantaloons in dark green which rode very low on the hips and stopped six inches above the knee. These were sewn from a fine cotton, almost like silk.

Next real silk stocking, in light green and sheer to the knee with embroidered clocks at the ankle. Rebecca was amazed at the lace garter bands worn to support them. Her stockings were always supported by a simple strip of fabric tied.

Bly had her try on a pair of dainty shoes with silver buckles and heels, but they were a might too big. She said that was no problem, the cobbler could have a smaller pair there in an hour.

Next was a lacy petticoat in a pale green with ruffles to stand out and tied very low on the hips. Rebecca wondered why these garments were worn so low. And why she hadn’t first donned a shift, the ubiquitous undergarment?

Over the petticoat was a velvet skirt, open in front and of dark green to contrast with the light petticoat which showed in front. This also, rode surprisingly low on her hips.

Mistress Bly next produced a narrow swath of sheer green fabric and proceeded to wrap it several times around Rebecca’s chest as a bandeau, tied in the back. The girl saw that you could discern her nipples and aureoles through the sheer cover. Of course, she thought, her kerchief, stays, and gown top would cover it all.

The next was surprising. Rather than stays, Mistress Bly had her don a kind of mini-jacket of the same green velvet as the skirt. Though the beauty of the fabric and fine red embroidery impressed her, it seemed to be too small. It had buttons and closures in front, but these were purely for appearance since the two sides barely came to the middle of each breast and could not be secured. In addition, it was very short, just reaching the bottom curves of her breasts. She looked quizzically at Mistress Bly, who smiled and said, “It’s meant to be that way girl, it’s the fashion so the men can enjoy themselves. Turn around and let me see the full costume.”

As Rebecca turned, she realized the outfit was complete with no shift or stays or kerchief! This outfit left her bare from mid-hip right up to the bottom of her breasts.

Rebecca blushed deeply. “Mistress Bly,” she said softly, not wishing to offend, “It is huge proper, but surely there must be more; it idden decent to go to a Ball half undressed.”

“Hush child, you’ll be in deep trouble objecting,” cautioned Bly. “It’s what the owners want. And in Ramsey House Prison, what the owners want is likes a command from His Majesty, himself!”

The woman picked up the final piece, of the outfit, a shiny green silk cloak that tied at the neck and came down to the top of her thighs. It was cut to flare open in the front and there were no fasteners other than the necktie. Modest Rebeca found that she could use a hand to hold it shut to cover her bare skin.

Bly fastened a green silk choker collar around the girl’s neck and stood back to judge the result. She nodded approval and said. “You look like a hundred pounds, you do! Now just sit down and don’t mess anything and I’ll send for shoes that fit and then do your hair.”

“Could I have some lunch, or, or Supper please?”

“Sir Elliott’s orders, nothing until the Ridotto; you’ll get plenty then, he says.” Mistress Bly hustled out to order the shoes and Rebecca sat in wonderment. The clothes were fabulously expensive and beautiful, but much too immodest to wear to a Ball. But she couldn’t argue, she’d just use one hand all night to hold the cape shut.

Mistress Bly returned shortly and dampened and then brushed and combed Rebecca’s pretty hair. As it was brushed, the auburn highlights brightened and the red curls glistened. The colour was set off to perfection by the greens of the outfit. She did not tie it up, but let it fall naturally down to her shoulders.

By the time she finished, a cobbler’s boy delivered shoes which now fit well. Bly urged Rebecca to walk a little to get used to them. Then she left Rebecca alone and locked the door.

The poor, frightened girl sat on the bed in fine silks and lace and velvet and pondered alternately what the fancy party would be like, and whether she would hang! She tried to calm herself by thinking back to playing with the Marygolds in the garden when she was a little girl.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Chapter 22 A Very Special Gown

It was Mistress Bly, carrying a mass of fabric. “Come along girl, take off that old shift and let’s try these on. I’ll be able to make them fit like you were born in them!”

Rebecca stripped off her shift as Bly arranged several pieces of fabric on the bed. The girl had no idea how they fit together; most were unlike anything she’d ever had.

What struck her first were the colours, well, really, one variety of colour green, a dark Kelly green. The next impression was the richness of the fabrics. Soft velvet, sheer lace, shiny silk. All material that a poor girl from Kent had never seen up close.

First, Bly had the girl put on a pair of short pantaloons in dark green which rode very low on the hips and stopped six inches above the knee. These were sewn from a fine cotton, almost like silk.

Next real silk stocking, in light green and sheer to the knee with embroidered clocks at the ankle. Rebecca was amazed at the lace garter bands worn to support them. Her stockings were always supported by a simple strip of fabric tied.

Bly had her try on a pair of dainty shoes with silver buckles and heels, but they were a might too big. She said that was no problem, the cobbler could have a smaller pair there in an hour.

Next was a lacy petticoat in a pale green with ruffles to stand out and tied very low on the hips. Rebecca wondered why these garments were worn so low. And why she hadn’t first donned a shift, the ubiquitous undergarment?

Over the petticoat was a velvet skirt, open in front and of dark green to contrast with the light petticoat which showed in front. This also, rode surprisingly low on her hips.

Mistress Bly next produced a narrow swath of sheer green fabric and proceeded to wrap it several times around Rebecca’s chest as a bandeau, tied in the back. The girl saw that you could discern her nipples and aureoles through the sheer cover. Of course, she thought, her kerchief, stays, and gown top would cover it all.

The next was surprising. Rather than stays, Mistress Bly had her don a kind of mini-jacket of the same green velvet as the skirt. Though the beauty of the fabric and fine red embroidery impressed her, it seemed to be too small. It had buttons and closures in front, but these were purely for appearance since the two sides barely came to the middle of each breast and could not be secured. In addition, it was very short, just reaching the bottom curves of her breasts. She looked quizzically at Mistress Bly, who smiled and said, “It’s meant to be that way girl, it’s the fashion so the men can enjoy themselves. Turn around and let me see the full costume.”

As Rebecca turned, she realized the outfit was complete with no shift or stays or kerchief! This outfit left her bare from mid-hip right up to the bottom of her breasts.

Rebecca blushed deeply. “Mistress Bly,” she said softly, not wishing to offend, “It is huge proper, but surely there must be more; it idden decent to go to a Ball half undressed.”

“Hush child, you’ll be in deep trouble objecting,” cautioned Bly. “It’s what the owners want. And in Ramsey House Prison, what the owners want is likes a command from His Majesty, himself!”

The woman picked up the final piece, of the outfit, a shiny green silk cloak that tied at the neck and came down to the top of her thighs. It was cut to flare open in the front and there were no fasteners other than the necktie. Modest Rebeca found that she could use a hand to hold it shut to cover her bare skin.

Bly fastened a green silk choker collar around the girl’s neck and stood back to judge the result. She nodded approval and said. “You look like a hundred pounds, you do! Now just sit down and don’t mess anything and I’ll send for shoes that fit and then do your hair.”

“Could I have some lunch, or, or Supper please?”

“Sir Elliott’s orders, nothing until the Ridotto; you’ll get plenty then, he says.” Mistress Bly hustled out to order the shoes and Rebecca sat in wonderment. The clothes were fabulously expensive and beautiful, but much too immodest to wear to a Ball. But she couldn’t argue, she’d just use one hand all night to hold the cape shut.

Mistress Bly returned shortly and dampened and then brushed and combed Rebecca’s pretty hair. As it was brushed, the auburn highlights brightened and the red curls glistened. The colour was set off to perfection by the greens of the outfit. She did not tie it up, but let it fall naturally down to her shoulders.

By the time she finished, a cobbler’s boy delivered shoes which now fit well. Bly urged Rebecca to walk a little to get used to them. Then she left Rebecca alone and locked the door.

The poor, frightened girl sat on the bed in fine silks and lace and velvet and pondered alternately what the fancy party would be like, and whether she would hang! She tried to calm herself by thinking back to playing with the Marygolds in the garden when she was a little girl.
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Eat your heart out, Victoria’s Secret :rolleyes: :facepalm:
 
The Beast said:
I hope there will be some drastic turmoil cause such a prison-and-burdell-like atmosphere definitely is not mine. But very good written story, I should say.
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I know it's proceeding at a snail's pace, but there will be more action erelong. And we do have to eventually deal with her harsh sentence.
 
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