The fall of Anderida was sung by our own gleemen and recorded by our own chroniclers.
Not only the gleemen sang, but the harp went round, and all who could did so.
"Ay, and was so yesterday," he says, for so the songs of his gleemen tell him night after night.
Along with the gleemen went the glee maidens, who were the dancing and acrobatic girls of the day.
So there were ...