royal mace

The ceremony in Edinburgh began with the royal mace and the Crown of Scotland being brought into the chamber.

“Thy name, O soveraine Queene, thy realme and race, From this renowned prince derived arre, Who mightily upheld that royal mace Which thou now bear’st, to thee descended farre From mighty kings and couquerors in warre, Thy fathers and thy grandfathers of old, Whose noble deeds above the northern starre, Immortall fame for ever hath enrold; As in that old man’s booke they were in order told.”

Best of all, they liked the infrequent glimpses of her straight-backed figure, in long, lavender coat and jeweled turban, stalking through the rubble of wartime London with her inevitable, restless, prying umbrella, authoritative as a royal mace, or the sight of the old Queen pottering in & out of antique shops, slipping into the back row of suburban movie theaters, sweeping down Pall Mall in her towering automobile.

How can I face the king after abusing his officers, and harbouring the thief wha stole the royal mace, as weel as the horse o' his officer?

In another moment the disgusted and angry King was chasing his demoralized and panic-stricken army up the dock, belaboring every one of them that he overtook with his royal mace.