Samite and Sendal are the two generally named in our English romances.
It's a word that always thrills me, "samite, mystic, wonderful."
The palace was beautifully decorated with hangings of purple and samite.
Samite was a silk material, of which no more is known than that it was very expensive, and had a glossy sheen, like satin.
Doucebelle, watching her with deep yet concealed interest, fancied she saw tears glistening on the samite.
Such stuff, when of great thickness and value—so thick that six threads of silk or hemp were in the warf—was called ‘samite.’
Always the skeptic, Mallory raised a corner of the samite in order to make certain that he was not being cheated.
With that, he unfastened the samite over-cloak he wore, and took from his neck a string of priceless pearls.
Then he caused them to rest in fair beds, covered with cloth of samite, and they slept even to the morrow without stirring.
And he informed the Monk of Cluny how he had lost his poniard and his scarf of blue Samite.