What is "tonsured"

Usage examples of "tonsured".

Tanaburs, dressed in a dirty grey robe embroidered with hares and crescent moons, stood in the entranceway and raised both hands above his tonsured head.

Sansum was always a thin man, short of stature, with a sharp, clean-shaven chin and a receding forehead above which his tonsured hair stuck up stiff and black like a thorn hedge, though the hedge had been more closely trimmed on top than at its edges and thus had left him with a pair of black bristly tufts that stuck out just above his ears.

Bedwin pushed the hood away from his white tonsured hair and scratched in his beard for a troublesome louse.

Arthur said, and when Sansum just shook his tonsured head, Arthur touched the hilt of Excalibur.

Sansum was in a black gown -which, like his stiffly tonsured hair, was whitened with stone dust.

His mouse-like face with its stiffly tonsured brush offered us a smirk that was intended as a smile.

All that I remembered, just as I remembered being lifted up, screaming for my mother who could not help me, and I remembered being carried through the twin lines of fire where the warriors danced and the women moaned, and I remembered Tanaburs holding me high above his tonsured head as he walked to the edge of a pit that was a black circle in the earth surrounded by fires whose flames burned bright enough to illuminate the blood-smeared tip of a sharpened stake that protruded from the bowels of the round dark pit.

There was a gaggle of tonsured priests waiting for them, in addition to a dozen or more Church knights and five women, all but one of them younger than Adrina.

He pointed to a parchment scroll waiting on the small, slanted desk, a tonsured scribe holding out an inked quill expectantly.

Beside her was a man wearing a brown cassock, his tonsured head so polished it reflected the candles.

Their tonsured heads and pale skin made it hard to tell one from the other.

It was opened a few moments later by Lord Draco, who took in the fallen guards and the tonsured priests with a glance, reaching for his sword with a speed that belied his age.

She wiped her mouth and glanced up, barely had time to notice the tonsured man standing over her as a jewelled staff landed on her shoulder, tearing a scream of unbearable agony from her.

The man who held her head was Karien too, with the tonsured head and fanatical expression of a priest.

Before them scampered the tonsured priest, now somewhat worse for wear.