twelve o'clock
That much carriage was spared by doing so . It now lies on the `` Lord 's table , '' so called not from any reference to sacramental usage , but because the Lord of the Manor sat at it on the occasions of the Manorial Courts . Three centuries have passed since the last Court Baron ; the last landlord who sat in real council with his tenantry under its roof having been Roger Earl of Ancester , who was killed in the Civil War . But old customs die hard , and every Michaelmas Day -- except it fall on a Sunday -- the Earl or his Steward at twelve o'clock receives from the person who enjoys a right of free-warren over certain acres that have long since harboured neither hare nor rabbit , an annual tribute which a chronicle as old as Chaucer speaks of as `` iiij tusshes of a wild bore . '' If no boars ' tusks are forthcoming , he has to be content with some equivalent devised to meet their scarcity nowadays . Otherwise , the old Hall grows to be more and more a museum of curios connected with the Park and outlying woodlands , the remains of the old forest that covered the land when even Earls were upstarts . A record pair of antlers on the wall is still incredulously measured tip to tip by visitors unconvinced by local testimony , and a respectable approach to Roman Antiquities is at rest after a learned description by Archaeology .