Monty Python would be Welcome

I thoroughly enjoyed this movie by these Monty Pythonie people. They took a subject that everyone takes so seriously and made it enjoyable. It seemed to be one big game and I enjoy games. I wish to meet them so that I can tell them the story of My Green Knight. I bet they would enjoy it. Maybe it can be their next movie. Perhaps they can come visit Bertilak's Castle. I am sure they would enjoy his beautiful wife. The Monty Pythonies could even start a new game with me. Arthur and Guinvere have sat in peace and quiet too long. This time maybe I'll turn Bertilak into a giant rabbit with sharp fangs. That might finally scare Guinvere enough. This would be delightful. If I had been part of the movie I would have really turned that one man who was Lancelot, as well as many other characters, into a real newt and blamed the young lady, but only temporarily. He would have "got better." That might have added some authenticity. I might be a sorceress, but I do not dress like the way they dressed that young woman. I also do not have a mole or wart. If I did I would vanish it. I am quite powerful I could do that, any good witch could. I also think that I way more than a duck. I am not above laughing at the perceptions people have of anyone more powerful than them such as sorceresses. I definitely should like to meet them, maybe I'll send them an invite to the castle, Bertilak wouldn't mind.

Farewell All

To All,
The Grail Movie was a bit ridicilous and obscene. I thought that the way that inferiors treated King Arthur was quite disrespectful and rude. The mockery of the Grail quest goes againts Arhur and his kingdom. It seemed that only the few knights in the movie were behind his quest, and the film maker was making a joke of it. Everyone should revere Arthur as the highest authority in the land, and do as he wishes. If not, they are considered enemies and anti-God brutes who should be killed anyways. So to all who read this, stay loyal to the King, because it is the most important thing you can do in your life. Farewell.

How Dare Thee!

Monty Python and the Holy Grail you are pathetic! To make a mockery of the greatest and loyalest knight of them all, Sir Bors. I would massacre that little bunny rabbit with my long shaft of death. To have such a small insignificant creature jump up and rip thy head off is an insult, a joke, an abomination. I would shred that little rabbit and make rabbit soup or rabbit pie or even rabbit "Benedict Arthur". Oh the great Sir Bors shall have vengeance on this Monty Python. I shall make Monty Python pay for this great mistake that he has made. The one mention of myself and my head gets severed by a rabbit. Unbelievable! Vengeance will be mine!

The Brave Sir Robin

Today I Sir Bertilak had the honor of viewing Monty Python and the Holy Grail, a most epic comedy. I thought it had an interesting take on the quests of King Arthur and his knights. There were plenty of confusing arguments, tests, trials and a dreaded killer rabbit. The one character that I must comment on is the somewhat "Cowardly" Sir Robin. It was made very apparent that whenever Sir Robin was confronted with a dangerous situation he would either run away or "soil his armor". If Morgana were to give a color to make him shine it would be the brightest Yellow. I consider it an insult to knighthood that he should act like such a wussy. Even his servants would make up songs mocking how much of a coward he was. I enjoyed at the end when the knights confront the questions near the bridge of the dead. Arthur nominates Robin to go first and he quickly says Lancelot should do it. Lancelot being the courageous and somewhat psychopathic knight he is stands up to the challenge with ease. When Robin sees this he finally shows a little backbone and steps up to go next saying "That looks easy". He eventually meets his demise anyway, as he cannot remember the capital of Syria and is launched into the infinite abyss.

Regarding "Le Morte Darthur"

Alas, nothing can be more unbearable to read a tale of the death of my good King Arthur. May Mordred be cursed to death. This tale is unbearably depressing. Sir Lancelot is the greatest knight on this land as well as in the world. How could he dare to kill Sir Gareth, who loved him more than anyone on the earth? Alas, I pray the end of the kingdom of the Arthur will not be such a cruel and harsh one, but rather a peaceful one. Now I feel the humiliation at the court of my good King Arthur brought by the mantle is not my concern any longer. Oh, God, may the tale be wrong.

Excalibur

Although It pains me to see myself left out of the movie Excalibur, I respect the film nontheless. It is a fairly accurate depiction of the life and times of King Arthur. Although it was fairly inappropriate, I enjoyed seeing Merlin use his magic help Uther trick Ygraine into think he was her husband. I also liked how Arthur stumbles across Excalibur in the woods and easily removes it from the stone. Much like in many readings Arthur takes control of his kingdom quickly, proving himself in not only battle but judgement as well. Merlin was my favorite character because he was very humorous, the things he said and way he said them made me laugh uncontrollably. The only part I did not like so much was the end. The battle between Mordred and Arthur is unrealistic because all Mordred does is drive a lance through Arthur's chest. Arthur doesnt try to stop it from happenning at all. Its true that this is how Arthur falls and he does get to kill Mordred fairly easily as well, but they should have had the battle last more than five seconds.

The power of Morgana

Let this be a warning to whomever wishes to doubt the power of Morgana. Not only was she sucessful in guiding me into the Arthurian court with a most gruesome and eye catching disguse as the Green Knight. But she got the best of Merlin as well. Although it may seem very cruel for her to play with Merlins emotions and use his desire for her to gain knowlege of sorcery, it must be respected nonetheless. She made the most of her opportunity in the The Prose Merlin when she clouded Merlins judgement and bewitched hims so her could not see her plan against Arthur unfold. This would eventually lead to her theft of Excalibur and placing of an identical yet worthless sword for Arthur to use in battle. I truly respect Morganas power after hearing of this loatesome yet creative plan to bring about the fall of not only Arthur but Merlin as well.

Regarding the aliterative morte Arthur

Finally we see a tale where the authur is not afflicted by his own insecurities and actually portrays Arthur rather accuratly. Arthur was a great King whose main concerns were his people and battle. Its about time the accomplishments of Arthur are shared with the world. It was rather refreshing for the story to not be so interupted with vapid love tales between people who don't know the meaning of the words loyalty and honor. I applaud this author, he has shown himslef to be a true scholar and a man worthy to write of King Arthur.

Excalibur Has Me Pegged

I must admit I was truly and deeply impressed by the quality of the 20th century film Excalibur about King Arthur and his knights. Not only does Master Boorman capture how we lived, but also what we did, and who we were. His portrayal of my inner turmoil between my love for king and queen really does brilliantly characterize how I felt during those woeful times. My favorite scene in the movie, while it did not really happen to me, was the scene in which I stab myself with my own sword. You may be thinking, "That's odd. Why would anyone like seeing themselves be stabbed with a sword?" But the reason I am so fond of the scene is because it represents the immense inner turmoil and battle I had to do within my own mind and heart to simply live each day. By stabbing myself with my own sword I inflicted the wound that would constantly remind me of my two loyalties, my head and my heart and how they constantly battle each other. The film director did an excellent job of using symbolism when showing my wound becuase in the film I only feel the wound open or thob with pain when I am being challenged to do something for the king or his queen, my two great loves and loyalties. I was also horrified at the scene where Arthur finds his queen and I in naked sleep. It not only pains me to know that he saw us together, the two people he loved most in the world, but also that in this film I could see his eyes and his hurt. It also pains me to know that because of Guinevere and mine's love, Arthur's kingdom was gravely distressed and led to a series of events that would bring my great king's death and his country's downfall.

Better Late Than Never

I the Giant know better than to read too much into any story involving the lies and tributes to "King" Arthur. Even his legendary sword does not truly exist, as when I fought him written in the history of time it was without an Excalibur but a normal sword not worth the blood of a fly. But this story I'm thrilled to comment on. Though it still glorifies him more than deserved, the death of Arthur is the best titled story I've ever encountered Arthur in. He dies, and is in fact human. Not a saint going off to a land to come back and save his people. He barely defeated me, and you expect him to save you all. No, now you see the true human side to him and how weak he really is. Death comes to us all, as I have learned. It is time all of you learn the same. Rest in Peace King Arthur, for I'll be seeing you in the afterlife and there will be no peace for you there. None but my hammer to your head will be your experience in heaven oh great king.

Consider yourself lucky, Where is the great Sir Bors.

Speaking of this film Excalibur where is the loyal Sir Bors. Where am I. I was always loyal to Arthur and Lancealot, I was always respectful. When they split apart I was forced to choose a side, I chose Lancealot but even then showed a great deal of respect for Arthur. I stayed beside Sir Lancealot and was his right hand man. He was the sword and I was the shield. This is how I get repayed? They don't even put me in the film, not a mention, not a hint? This is ridiculous that I am not in this film. Who made this abomination of a film. Who is responsible for this mess. Bors shall have his vengence on thee!

I find my character in Excalibur to be insulting really. I appear desperate and weak. I seem to be seeking out Merlin's approval and knowledge. It makes it appear that I had no knowledge or training before I met him. This is definitely not the case. I do not need Merlin. I have ample knowledge without him. I also do not understand why they seem to be trying to create a sexual relationship between Merlin and I. He is an old unattractive man with a predilection for young girls. They further emphasize my apparent weakness or attraction to Merlin, by having me stand with my arms crossed very unnaturally a lot. This position seems to be to protect my breasts and sexuality from him. Depending how one wants to read this behavior it also can be seen as me acting young and weak to try and attract him so that I can barter my body for his knowledge. This is highly unlikely by any account. I control men. They bend to my whims. I do not feign weakness, or bend to their wishes or sexuality unless I desire too. I think this actress Helen Mirren needs to realize the true power of my character and stop catering to men. Men are meant to be controlled, and exploited by a powerful woman such as I.

The Value of Things

Had the Grail been given any more attention than it was assigned then it would not have remained with such a good person. When Mrs. Witaker had decided against telling her Reverend about the Grail she made a wise choice. And she made the choice without the guidance of her husband or any other man. It must be a true hardship to have to live without her beloved. To live a life where the little become big and the big become little must be a tiresome life. It would seem that such a grand prize as the Grail would have gotten more use from the old woman. And yet there it sat between the picture and the dog "looking nice". In that instance the Big became the little. Perhaps her lack of response to the Grail was a result of the loss of her husband. She had no one to guide her in an appropriate manner. But again I find her behavior somewhat baffling. Why would the dear not bite from the apple. In fact she seemed distressed! Although I can see her point of view. She had no one to care and watch over her and thus relied on her impending death to bring her to her dear Henry. The aged have a wisdom that the young do not and it is faith in her that brings me to my conclusion. She may be old but certainly no fool and as such she had a purpose for all her actions. The grail did not find such a purposeful woman for no reason and thus she was meant to have the Grail.

The Holy Grail

After all this time, I am the person who finds the Holy Grail! Of all the places to be, who would have thought it would have been found under an old fur coat in a little shop? Go figure that a Knight of King Arthur's court finally shows up to claim the darn thing! I was hoping to keep it up on my mantle place. But, in keep with the old traditions, I knew that I couldn't just give Galaad the most sacred treasure ... he had to prove that he was worthy! I figured doing some housework would do the boy some good. Goodness knows that men do not like to help around the house, so only a true gentleman would agree to help an old lady.

Now you may ask, why didn't I accept the apple? Well, my health was fine, I already was young, and I don't want immortal life with our my late husband Henry. I liked my life the way it was, and have no desire to go back and relive it or watch everyone around me die while I live forever. I have done everything that I already wanted, so why would I want to prolong the next great adventure - death? You may think that I am foolish, but I am an old lady and that is my desire. If you can't get old and act foolish, then what's the point?

You may not agree with my choices, but I think I did fine. Now, what am I to do with this Lamp and the Genie? hmmm ......

Gaiman's Delightful Story!

Alas! I believe I have finally met my match! Seldom have I read works of superior quality, and yet, I was captivated by Neil Gaiman's "Chivalry". It was well-written, possessing all the essential elements of a modern short-story, and oh! I am ever fascinated by Mr. Gaiman's voice and ability to take Arthurian Legend and mold it into something so compelling...so beautiful! Truly I tell you, I am envious. I dread what images this man could conjure forth.... While it would be entirely impossible to replace the honeysuckle and the hazel wood, it is probable that a man of such talent could rival my lai concerning Tristan and Isolde. May such a day never dawn!

Despite the beauty inherent in his tale, there are weaknesses in Gaiman's work. First, Marie (the shopkeeper) should have been more likeable. I do not believe that a girl like the one presented to us is WORTHY of such a fine knight as Galaad. She should have been nicer to Mrs. Whitaker. She should have been more receptive to tales of the Grail. Perhaps with such minor changes, I might be able to see her as deserving of the ending that she received. A second weakness in Gaimain's armor is the simple fact that Mrs. Whitaker SHOULD have taken the apple. What use is the Philosopher's Stone and the Phoenix's Egg without it? Perhaps if Gaimain had developed Mrs. Whitaker's attachment to her deceased husband more I would have been more apt to believe the tale's later developments. What else--besides love and devotion to her deceased husband--could hold Mrs. Whitaker back from taking the apple? I can think of none, and as a writer devoted to portraying the many faces of love, I would know.

Altogether, Gaiman did a commendable job. I thoroughly enjoyed his work. I may need to keep an eye on this young man....

Why doth all hate me?

For most of these entries I have complained tirelessly about my impossible love for Queen Guinevere, but this time I have a bone to pick that is entirely different. Why are people always using me and plotting against me. What have I ever done to them? I know that being Arthur's most trusted knight puts me in a coveted position, but what have I ever done to wrong another living soul (besides that whole sleep with the Queen bit)? I have been so blinded by my love for the Queen that I have not seen the growing treachery and malice that consumes more and more men at this court every day. At least some knights at Carlilse such as Sir Gawain and Sir Bors have remained faithful to me and remember the services I have performed for them. Although looking back on it I must admit it was rather foolhardy of me not to heed Sir Bors warning that night to not visit my Queen. But I had to go to her because I love her more than my heart can bear, oh and there I go again talking about her all the time. She hath bewitched me from the moment our eyes first met. But why could not the late Sir Agravain and Sir Mordred be more like the band of knights who when I asked them said, " We will do as ye will do." Mordred and Agravain were too selfish and disrespectful of the king, just as my men are too trusting of me. It is too bad those two evil plotters could not have been more like my trustworthy purehearted knights.

To Be Caught

A Love Affair!!! So this is what is to bring down the great Arthur. Well it is shameful. How easy it must be to blame Mordrid and the others for such a terrible fate. Do we forget that it was not Mordrid having an affair behind the kings back, It was The Queen! She let loose her bodily controls and cavorted around with Lancelot. How could two such seemingly good people go so far from their paths. Arthur is the king, he is their lord, and deserves the utmost respect and loyalty. Lancelot killed another knight of the Round Table! Uther would be appalled at such unruly and degenerate behavior In the ranks surrounding the King. Even had Arthur not been a king and only low ranking royalty or even peasant he deserves the love and loyalty of his wife. A wife should adore her husband and be repulsed by any advances from someone other than her husband. I fear that King Arthur's choice in a Queen was a poor choice and unfortunately both he and his kingdom had to pay for it. I weep for such a sorrowful tale on behalf of Arthur and i condemn the actions of Lancelot and Guenevere, No matter how good they were otherwise.

*Jaw Drop*

Wow .. what an ending to a long, drawn out affair. So Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere have finally been found out by the court of King Arthur. After all this time, it is only now that King Arthur is aware of his wife's affair with his most trusted knight. I find it unusual that King Arthur is only aware of this fact AFTER being told by Moldred ... the man responsible for the untimely end of Britian's Golden Age.

I find it highly ironice that there is a mention of Tristan and King Mark. The paralles between the two men are striking!

It is unfortuante that it was Sir Gawain who fought against Sir Lancelot. Lancelot's skill in fighting is pretty much unfathomable. But once again, it is easy to see why Sir Lancelot is such an honorable man, even though he did sleep with his leige's wife. Once Gawain is hurt, Lancelot refuses to fight him. It is hard to be disappointed by Lancelot's actions - while you want to hate him for his affair with the Queen, he proves to be an honorable fighter.

What a grand sight it must have been!!

Oh you should have seen their faces! Knight after Knight stunned at the sight they had seen. For me Sir Bertilak disguised in this phantasm of fear to burst into their yule tide feast and challenge their valor in such a way. Its true my Green Knight guise was quite a brash touch to add, but if the Round Table wished to be praised by the world it is a test they must pass. At first no one stepped forward to accept my challenge then as Arthur was about to accept the courageous Sir Gawain intervened. I could not have planned it any better. As he wound up for his mighty hack I could not help but wonder in my mind how these knights would react to the surprise I had in store for them. Their jaws dropped when my dacapitated body calmly walked over and retrieved my severed head. What a sight it must have been for them, for me to be holding my own head after it had been cut clean off by Sir Gawain. The mood of terror in that room is unmatched for sure. Now I can only wait for Sir Gawain to show at my chapel in one year from now. What a quest he shall have in deed. As for me I will retire to my kingdom and enjoy some exhilirating hunts of dread dogs and wild boars alike.

Sorrow for the loss of King Arthur...

"Sigh". It's with a heavy heart that I recollect and reminisce King Arthur and the days we spent together. Now that he has taken his final breathe I find myself wishing I had been a better wife and Queen. Sooner should I have tried to send a messenger to find King Arthur and bring him back. Being taken by Mordred was horrific. I am thankful that my King vanquished him before he died. I will lament and morn the loss of our King. I will honor his memory anyway I can. So many great knights were lost in the battle to regain our kingdom, their fight was not in vain. Despite the rumor I am not having Mordred's child. I refuse to bear his child. I cannot believe Sir Gawain and my King have passed. The world is dimmer without their light to guide it. The grief this kingdom feels is immense. Mordred will pay for his treachery in the next life. Let us thank God for saving our kingdom and keeping our King and brave knights in Heaven. We shall rebuild our kingdom. It will always live on in our hearts. Do not forget King Arthur and the Knights we have lost.

Arthur's death

The news of Arthur's death is very sad. To think that such a great king could be torn down by the traitorous ilk that is Mordred. I know that other kings have done the same to gain women and realms but none have dared challenge the greatest king we have known. The traitor's evil is even more pronounced by the fact that our king was off fighting battles for our own benefit. It is slim consolation that Mordred's life was ended by our king in that same battle. Now we are like weeds floating in the sea of uncertainty. Who knows what king will try to abuse us now.

The Lord Arthur

Alas, I am distraught at how the great King Artur is portrayed in The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell. The lord Arthur is not the spineless coward that this story depicts. Arthur is a man of great honor and bravery. The Arthur that I know would have killed that man on the spot for daring to try to attack a king without honor. I am greatly offended by this. I will continue to sing the praises of the lord Arthur and may I spite those who cowards who dare mock the great king.

Alas, my demise...

Ah, the last adventure of my lord, King Arthur. My last tale as well…But what a glorious fight it was. I was more like my self than in any other tale. Yes, I was known for my courteousness in my adulthood, but in my youth I was more driven by my desire to fight. And it was this desire that led me into battle against that horrendous traitor Mordred! I admit I may have been a bit blinded, but there was honor in my actions. We were outnumbered- But my knights were brave! They defeated many enemies on that battle field before they fell. And I feel that I preformed admirably as well! I may have been defeated and slain, but before I drew my last breath I fought that fiend Mordred and wounded him! I am proud that I met my demise on the battle field. It is the best death a knight could wish for.

I am saddened that I caused so much heartache for my lord, King Arthur. I admit I was pleased when I read how much he was stricken by my death, but was proud when he moved on and channeled that grief into the desire to fight. He fought to avenge me, and he succeeded in killing Mordred where I failed. He killed the man that killed me and I could rest. Of course there is no rest forever as I’m writing this from beyond the grave I suppose. Ha ha. I was surprised Mordred was regretful at killing me, but what’s done is done…

The chilvalrous Gawain

Gawain, the most chilvarious and kind-hearted of any of King Arthur's knights. He does anything for his King, even marry a hideous hag. Why that's why I chose him to be the one to marry. I knew that he would be the only knight who would follow King Arthur's orders to the very last degree. To marry me, most knight would have shuddered and tried to convince me or King Arthur to change the rules of the favor. The virtuous Gawain was the only one with the key to rid me of my evil curse, and in an indirect way my brother, who hates me, actually helped me acquire Gawain. Sir Gromer had his lands taken away and given to Gawain, which made him challenge King Arthur to the question, "What do women want?". I knew the answer, as I was the one to know the answer in the first place. Gawain is the only man I know who has followed full-heartedly to the answer of that question. He gave me the choice to be my preference of beautiful during the day and ugly at night, or ugly during the day and beautiful during the night. Other men listen to me, such as when King Arthur granted my wish of being married in front of every resident at his castle. It was to show more of how Gawain is the best knight ever created over my wanting to expose the fact that I have an advantage over King Arthur. King Arthur is weak, needing help from everyone to solve his own problems. I already knew that King Arthur was going to ask Gawain for help, because Gawain always finishes what he starts. So therefore, it was perfect at this time to ask, or more yet demand that Gawain marry me. Arthur sacrificed his friend to a horrible hag to save his own life. That shows the true King Arthur's character. And the fact that Gawain sacrificed his life for his king shows his true character.

A Toast to Sir Gawain!

I would like to propose a toast to Sir Gawain, a man and knight who is well loved throughout the land for his generous and noble nature.



Sir Gawain well deserves the praise as a Knight of the Round Table. Sir Gawain is indeed a man blessed with loyalty and courage. He was willing to do anything to save the life of King Arthur, the most noble ruler in the land. He was even willing to wed a woman he did not love, a woman who was, by all accounts, a loathsome creature with unbearable looks. When King Arthur feared for his life, Sir Gawain was able to soothe his friend and ruler. And he unselfishly offered his own happiness and even his life, if necessary, to Arthur.



Dame Ragnell, despite the loathsome way she looked and acted to ensnare Gawain, made the right choice, for there is no other knight as great and honorable as Gawain, except maybe myself. But I am already wed to the fairest lady of the land, Isolde. And Gawain accepted his bride to be with more grace than many others did; indeed the ladies of the land all mourned the impending marriage, and even though many urged Dame Ragnell and Sir Gawain to wed in secret, Sir Gawainwas brave enough to face the public. And his bravery and strength were rewarded in the end, when the loathsome Dame Ragnell returned to her previous beautiful form.



And so, a toast, to Sir Gawain and his lovely bride, the Dame Ragnell. Long may your marriage and love last!

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell

Never once have I herd of such a tale, for I am used to love being forbidden. The approval and worship of others has always come naturally to me - I have always kept the men swooning. I am glad to see that the Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell ended on a somewhat happy note. For Sir Gawain is a good man, a good knight too, and he deserves to be with such a beauty. But, to say that Dame Ragnell is the fairest in all the land is just preposterous! Obviously none of those critics have traveled to my kingdom.

Anyway, I do admire the skill and trickery that Dame Ragnell possess. She reminds me of myself in many ways. We both know our way around the weaker sex's minds. Although, she uses her feminine knowledge to her advantage and seeks out love, whereas love is just thrusted upon me. My life would be much simpler without a man, or love for that matter. I would never have to worry, or look over my shoulder for the Kings informants. But, I also see how I am lucky, most women go their whole lives searching for the type of love that found me. Women like Dame Ragnell. She found her love and gained her beauty all in the course of one day, I guess you could say she is the lucky one.

Brain power is much more useful then the power of ones muscles. Brian over brawn! Women are known for being more logical, because we know how to use our brains. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times I have had to save my dear Tristan from "spilling the beans." Dame Ragnell also knows how to use her brain to her advantage. Without her explisit specifications on the terms of her deal with King Arthur, then she never would have broken her curse and found her love. For this I admire her greatly.

Glory to Gawain

My entire life I have devoted my loyalty to King Arthur and his Round Table. Never have I once questioned his authority. I have always been the first to support him in his quests without question or concern. I am his nephew and kin just as Gawain is, yet, no literature is focused upon my good deeds or battles. Gawain is praised as if he is the best knight in the land, and I am not even mentioned once in any of his tales. I am not trying to debase Gawain for his brave and chivalric actions with the Green Knight, but I am only asking to be recognized as a knight, who is also the nephew of Arthur, in the tale.

Yet, I must say that the court at Arthur's Round Table during the holiday festivities was absolutly splendid and entertaining. Never have I been to a more pleasant celebration than that of the good King Arthur's feasts. He tops all in every aspect of life, and can not be matched, even by that of my good cousin, Sir Gawain. I will come to Arthur's call until the end of my time, for I am truly devoted to him.

I have the power.

Dear Subjects,

I hope that realize the power that I know hold. Your precious King Arthur is not my sovereign and I am not his subject. He succumbs to my will as does everyone. This text does not assert me as an ethereal power, but if one reads carefully my assertion of power is quite present. I am so prophetic that I knew exactly how to manipulate not only the King and Queen, but all of their court including the noble Gawain. I knew their reactions and how to manipulate them. The text and the Green Knight assert that I arranged this entire event simply to kill or torture the Queen. I will say that this game or intrigue was designed and installed for my amusement, but it was not out of jealousy of the Queen. It was to show Arthur and his knights that although they think that they have the control and power in their land they indeed do not, but that I Morgan do. Unlike Arthur, I do not feel that I need to flaunt my power, and garner praise and admiration to feel my true strength. My knowledge of my own power and others fear and respect of it is enough for me which is why I am not that present in the text. I am not looking for the glory as much as I am the respect. It also amuses me that the text tries to diminish my true influence and only a clever or astute reader will realize that I orchestrated the entire plot. I do not appreciate the ugliness that is attributed to me though I realize it is the only way for men to try and distract from my prowess. I was considered quite beautiful in my day and am still not considered a hag even now. That description is just a poor attempt to make the plot focus on my supposed jealousy of the Queen's beauty which is scarcely the case. I just wanted Arthur to know that although he is King and has received much acclaim he is still nothing more than a subject to my will and whims. I can make him perform whenever i want and however I want. So dance Arthur dance.

Sincerely your ruler,
Morgan

The tale of my shame...

Oh, the shame I still feel when I think of this misadventure. I was apprehensive when I heard what tale this would tell, but overall I think it mostly flatters me, which is a surprise. I am glad the one who composed my tale and wrote it down was not overly disappointed in me and as a result did not put all my actions in a bad light. I was often described as a paragon, and when it was revealed I was not perfect it did not make me a horrible person for which I am grateful. I am sad to note that whoever wrote this is not known, I would like to thank them for describing me in a fair way even after I put a stain on my honor.

As for the tale itself and the action that shamed me- I will admit, I was afraid, and that fear made me accept the girdle that now represents my mistake. I accepted the Green Knight’s challenge to honor my uncle’s court, and so I cut off his head. I don’t know what I thought would be the result, but when his body kept moving and he picked up his head and gave me the specifications of our meeting place one year hence I was shocked. But I moved on and accepted it, but as the time grew closer and I prepared to leave to meet him my fears arose again. For though he could live without his head, I knew I could not. That long journey to find the green chapel was not pleasant, but I praised the saints when I found that castle in the woods. Little did I know at the time that it was the true home of my foe. Reading this tale in hindsight, I can see that when the lord of the castle made the bargain that we would each give the other what we gained that day that it was some kind of test or trap. His wife making advances towards me was not truly a surprise for many women have admired me, but when she gifted me with the girdle that would prevent any strike from injuring me I should have known it was too good to be true. I am glad that I did resist her advances, she was beautiful, but it would not have been virtuous; and I was even gladder when I realized that it was all a test. My fear of death- my love for my life, was more important to me than my honor at the time, but when that blow glanced my neck and my misdeed was said aloud, I swore it would no longer be so. I still have the scar on my neck, and I wear that green girdle as a reminder to never repeat that mistake or let my avarice overpower me.

Taking On The Unknown

For Sir Gawain when taking on a Green Knight not knowing where he's from. As he begs for a battle on a New Year night. This battle of Sir Gawain is only the first of his destiny with this Green Knight . The one stiff stroke is all he was looking for. 12 months from then he would have to meet him at his green chapel that know one knows where he is to be found. When Gawain took on the Green Knight and cut off his head to his astonishment he lived picking up his head and showing it right to Guinevere. Now he must meet him at his chapel knowing now this knight was to cut off his head. Gawain went with much courage to go for his honor of words. On his adventure he came two miles from this chapel where he felt his life would end,yet not knowing he came to the Green Knights land when his wife and Sir Gawain got acquainted with each other . This lady was very beautiful to Sir Gawain and to be her "Knight " he gave her kisses anytime she wanted. She also gave him a green belt that would save him. This belt would soon symbolize heroes honored at the Round Table. This was all a game for the Green Knight who set this all up for his amusement for his yuletide of the New Year and to find out if all was true of the fame of the Round Table.

Ma Petite Jeune Fille

You have now all seen of my adventures at the castle where I fought for the honor of my little maiden, ma petite jeune fille, who helped to raise my spirit when I was feeling much defeated of my conviction. I have spent much of my life striving to be a noble knight of virtue, and thus have not frequented the arms of a woman passionately. However, although I have kept myself as a most chaste being, I have not seen the great beauties that can be in the face of a lady. Throughout my life I have seen the loveliest of women, fairer even than the most perfect flower.

My queen Guinevere is certainly the most beautiful of the court. She has long hair that shines and moves like a earth-colored river and smells of the sweetest nectar honey, light and clear. She is most graceful in her movements and the way she places her hands in her lap at the table, folded neatly upon one another. Isolde of the White Hands, who shared with Tristan a most tragic life, had skin that makes even the full night moon look spotted and dirty in comparison. The blond of her hair, when it glistened in the high morning sun, could blind a man with one look. Even Lady Bertalik, who deceived me in the end, had the most lovely figure of womanly curves and the full, ripe lips of a dark berry. She looked at me with dark hazel eyes that were both seductive and cunning at once.

However, it is my lady at the castle for whom I fought for, the Maiden with the Small Sleeves, who captures my heart with the most joyous charm of youth. My maiden smells like fresh garden rose and basil mint coming in through the bedroom windows and possesses the small, elfin beauty of a wood nymph. Her cheeks are like rose petals and milk and the sharp aquiline shape of her nose intrigues me to no end. She suffered pain and humiliation at the hand of her wicked older sister (who cares for only looks) and I in turn had to come to her rescue. She pleaded with me in the sweetest voice that I accepted her challenge even at the opposition of her father. I won my maiden her honor and wore her sleeves on my arm to show that.

I may be a man of treason to many now, but to my maiden, dear little one that she is, I am the most spectacular knight that can be.

Ah, the memories!

Ah, the tale of my youth. It was interesting to read about it from an outsider’s point of view. Just remembering the days I trained at Rome fill me with youthful vigor. I recall my first tournament—my triumphs, the acknowledgement of my peers…It seems like just yesterday that the first person asked me why I wore a surcoat over my arms, I flippantly replied that I just wanted to wear splendid attire and that somehow earned me the title The Knight of the Surcoat… I remember the war soon after, and how I used a favor granted from the Emperor to become the champion of the Romans and defeat our enemies. That fight with Gormundus was ferocious, as we were closely matched but in the end I was the victor. It still chills me to this day when I think of the moment I could have lost, my sword broke Gormundus’s shield, but in doing so it too broke; luck was on my side as the day ended and our fight could not continue in the darkness and so we fought again the next day and victory was mine.

After that I felt there was no more in Rome for me. I had heard great tales of the adventures at King Arthur’s court, and when I asked my liege to go I was surprised he consented, but I am glad to this day that I went. Things were not smooth, I knew I would have to prove my worthiness before I could join his court, but King Arthur rejected me outright! I was so angry at the time, but reading this tale gives new insight into why he did so. Never did I know that the King was the one who I defeated so easily at the river the night before I arrived! It explains so much. But at the time I was blinded by my determination to prove myself; at the first opportunity I rode out and did it. I heard just as the rest of the court of the trouble at a nearby castle, and so I followed; when the knights failed to do the job I did it myself. I was very proud of myself and I knew King Arthur would have to admit me into his court then. Of course soon after that all thoughts were driven from my head when I learned the news of my lineage. King Arthur—my uncle?! I couldn’t believe it, but I knew no one had reason to lie and slowly it dawned on me. I had family again; I met my mother and father. I was proud to serve my uncle in his court. *Sigh* Leaving Rome was one of my best decisions….I found my family, learned my true name, and had many adventures…

Castle of the Maidens?

Well, here I am again, contemplating Arthurian cannon and wondering just what to write. I will admit that the "Rise of Gawain" is an interesting tale...well-written even...but I feel it could use something more. Perhaps a love story? An affair? A fairy? Something more would be nice....

There was one paragraph in the tale that deeply touched me--the one that mentions the "Castle of the Maidens" and the young woman in northern Britannia "who was noted for her grace and nobility, governed by her right of lordship" (pg. 395). Now that, to me, sounds like the beginning of a GOOD story. Just imagine, if Gawain had only had the good sense to fall in love with her while saving her from the pagan king? Of course, it would be a tense situation since Arthur was quite fond of her too. He may not want to share.... There might be battles of wit between the two men to win the girl's affection. And how would Gwendoloena feel about all this?

Oh! Perhaps I should write this story?! I would have to tweak Gawain's character, of course, since he may not be agreable to falling in love with such an independent woman . I would LOVE to round out the maiden's character as well. She would have to have a complex history and at least one other jealous suitor besides the pagan king. Gawain and her would make such a great couple...both good-looking and intelligent! I wonder if I can find a patron for this sort of thing? They love this genre in the court.... Oh goodness! Listen to me ramble! I think I may need to get to work right away! Another great love story credited to my name would not be a bad thing at all....

True Intellingence

As Always the females win. I just think it’s too funny that Merlin let The Lady of the Lake overpower him. He was given so much intelligence and power. And he gave it all up for a woman. He gave away his secrets, and he taught her all he knew. That filthy, sick, pervert, did it all for a fifteen year old girl. He deserves what he got. As always the power lies in our hands. Females do not need spells or magic. With our intelligence is enough to conquer all. It saddens me that the “strong” sex is in reality so weak. Men are so easy to control, and that’s why we will always have our way.

The wonders of love and magic

Time and time again I have seen how magic and love work in mysterious ways. Merlin, the most extraordinary seer and enchanter of all ages, was born not out of love, but most unusual circumstances. Although he was conceived by a demon his love for God led him in the path of righteousness which he dutifully followed. Merlin's talents enabled him to see Uther's true love for Ygerne. This is why Merlin assisted Uther in gaining Ygnerne as his wife. Ygnerne is a virtuous woman who only had eyes for her husband the duke and resisted all the King's advances. I lament how Uther disguised himself to lay with Ygerne, but how strong and maddening such love can be! The human ability to love extends beyond reason and death. Ygerne still loves her husband even though he has been murdered. Uther and Ygerne's marriage will blossom into undeniable love that will be lore. Merlin's own love for Niviane led him astray and caused his death. I question his love, perhaps it was just the lust to take her maidenhood that Merlin was entranced by. Love is magic, love is a force not to be reckoned with. Hearing the stories of Uther and Ygerne, of Merlin and Niviane, I can't resist the temptation to imagine the love in my own life. The kind of love that overpowers reason and withstands fortnights without hearing from your lover. Alas, I shall too have the love that transcends time and becomes legendary. What is life without love?

Love and Loyalty

Oh how my heart burns with sorrow. But I could not lie to my HUSBAND! Can you not see how gravely distressed I was. It was awful to be pursued by Uther.... although I certainly did not act upon any of his offers, I was still just as guilty. And then my faithful Husband how good you were to believe me. You have always been my beloved. To defy a KING with such vigilance is testament to how you loved me as well. Now that you are gone from me, taken no doubt from sheer malice, the man who caused our woes has comforted me and my family. We will not be lost, Uther has decided to marry me as settlement for your tragic end. He's also married off our daughter to king Lot. But what you next will hear certainly would shock you from your grave, but even in death I cannot lie to my husband. Someone made me PREGNANT! I can barely hold back the tears now. But Uther took well care of me and my strange little son you can be sure of that. I have grown into love with my new husband and although we do not have an heir Merlin will guide Uthers kingdom well. Merlin was a great and wise man I could never believe anything ill of him or my new husband Uther, just as I could never have done so with you.

Regarding Tristan

Oh how you Brittons, concerning yourselves more with affairs of the heart than affairs of your health. As I prepare to invade your barren lands, you concern yourselves more with an adulteress and a disloyal knight than with protecting you so called freedoms. I shall soon breach you borders, and destroy everything you hold dear.

There will be no place for these sinfull relationships once you are again under the rule of the holy roman empire. In good time I will have destroyed your knights, who are now more concerned with loving fair ladies than practicing the art of combat. I will cut the great Tristans throught with my sword, and then he will be able to watch his beloved from the sky, as another more capable man takes her as his own. With the slaying of you men, all of Brittons women will become entrenched in a life of servitude or will be bound to new husbands or roman stock who will finally cure these lands of your vile race. For in true roman men your women will find men worthy of fidelity, for only a Roman Man can truly love a woman.

True Love!

In my short life I have experienced all forms of love. I know its evils and I have felt its passion! My beloved Tristan, who I love with all my heart, oh how i wish we could be together. Love is torture! But, it is also blissful. I am glad i have been able to experience its power. To live without love is such a waste of a life! I just wish I could have been able to go about it in the proper manner.

Oh how I have hurt my dear husband Mark! There is anything in this world that I could ever regret more, the pain I caused is inexcusable. I take responsibility for my actions, I know what we did was wrong. But, what was I supposed to do? How could I deny such a great passion? How could I just turn my head on love? I had no other option, I had no choice! Mark is a good man, a good King, and he did not deserve such a betrayal! If only I could have felt the same way about dear Mark, that i felt for my Tristan. Lying to Mark was almost just as hard as keeping away from my Tristan. Keeping such a great secret eats away at your soul! Knowing that you are hurting someone so close to you is unbearable! If only things were different, if only I had a choice in who I married.

A women should be able to choose her husband! This whole situation could have been avoided if I wasn't being treated like someones property. How dare I be forced into an unwanted marriage! It's their own fault! I am an intelligent women, capable of making her own decisions! I don't need someone telling me who to marry! Men! Who do they think they are? I am smarter than any man, I can outwit just as good as any man (and I think I have proved that enough throughout my life). Oh but men can be wonderful! Trust me, when you find someone you can fall in love with, hold onto them! Take in every second, you never know when it will be you last. Appreciate the time God has given you, and just try to be happy for as long as you can.

Tristan and Isolde

Alas your tale is a sad one. I know what it is to yearn for a loved one. If I were in you're position i would have conquered King Mark with my battle prowess and taken the Lady Isolde as my own. Better to be in love without obstacles than to be held back by such formalities. With your battle prowess you could have conquered King Mark easily, and taken the kingdom for yourself. This is what i would have done, if you see something you want you must take it. It seems obvious that Mark was the one at fault here for standing in the way of your love, I'm honestly surprised that he didn't meet the end of his life at your blade as this is exactly what i would have done. Alas your deaths are something of legend as well. Better to spend the eternity of death together than to spend more years separated from one another.

Let this be a lesson to young lovers.....

My brothers and sisters, I tell you this now, from experience. Marry for love - even if you and your beloved must overcome obstacles, do so and be together. Do not give up! Do not marry one that you do not love, for it will haunt you. I did not marry my beloved. Rather than face the adversity head on, we made the decision to live apart. And what a mistake that was.



Alas, what woe! for the woman I married was, in reality, a horrid woman. A dishonorable wench! A frightful witch! Would that I could have my revenge on her, Isolde of the White Hands. Perhaps I was not the husband she desired. I would not lay with her, for I wished to remain devoted and loyal to my beloved, Isolde of Cornwall, though we cannot be together as a man and woman in love should be. And alas! The fact that I would not lay with her and be what she wanted led the wicked Isolde of the White Hands to betray me in the worst way possible. Telling me that Caerdin had hoisted black sails broke my spirit and destroyed my soul. Had I known that my fair lady was indeed coming to heal me, I would have pushed my broken body further, forced myself to hold on until I saw my beloved at least one more time. Alas! I married a viper. And it was a mistake that cost me dearly, for it destroyed not only my life, but that of my beloved's, Isolde of Cornwall.



So, young lovers, do not give up. Take the time given to you and make the best of it. Even if you must face death for being together, it is better to live and die together, than to die alone and of the belief that your beloved cares not for your pain or death.

Tristan and Isolde: A Match Made by the Heavens

I am certainly pleased to finally share my Lay of Chievrefueil with you! I do hope you enjoyed it (I have already received many auspicious reviews concerning it). The tale of honorable Tristan and fair Isolde is one of my favorites and the symbol of the hazel tree and honeysuckle vine is such a romantic one! It is truly befitting of this couple. I must admit, however, I am a little jealous that I did not think of it first. Such a powerful and beautiful image! Nevertheless, re-telling it is an honor….
Re-reading Thomas of Britain’s Tristan was a bit difficult for me. I become so angered by Isolde of the White Hands. What a wench! Normally, I have a soft spot for unappreciated wives, but this woman is so hard-hearted! First, she should have known better than to fall in love with a man who was clearly irrevocably in love with a much fairer woman than she. White Hands should have known better than to further complicate a great love that was already restricted by the parameters of society! Secondly, by God’s ears, how could she lie to such a noble man?! As Tristan’s wife, she should have known that news of a black sail would cause his great heart to fail. The woman is a viper! Oh, I must calm myself—as a writer, I know every story needs a villain. It is simply difficult to stomach one that is also a woman. Hmm…perhaps I am directing my anger toward the wrong person…perhaps Thomas of Britain is the real culprit here…. Oh! Such a chauvinist!
On a much more positive note, I would have much preferred to hear the cantare that speaks of Lancelot killing King Mark. I can imagine a thousand means of dealing such a tyrant a fitting death! I do hope the Italians chose a particularly vile one! Oh…the Italian tradition is such a compelling one! Imagine: lovers dying together at exactly the same instant! It just demonstrates how similar Tristan and Isolde really were to the honeysuckle and the hazel tree.

Let Isolde choose her man

All this trouble due to the drinking of a potion. Isolde should have had the right to choose to marry whomever she desires. Her sovereignty is the most important thing a woman can seize and control. Her marriage to King Mark was without love, and if she wanted love with Tristan, so be it if they force themselves through deceit and peril to be with each other. The lustiness that they have with eachother does not make them feel anything else. The same went for handsome Lancelot and the proud Queen Guenivere. So be it if the woman chooses to deceive their husbands if they want to pursue fulfillment with another man. It's her choice. The ladies have their beauty to sway their men to come to them. They don't need trickery or bribery to have a man satisfy them. If the lady truly loves her husband, deceit with another man is not right. Alas though, the ladies Isolde and Guenivere do not love their husbands as much as they do their lovers. They have the power to choose who they love, and what they do with their loves is up to them.

What is chivalry? What is chastity? Poor king....

Poor King Mark. He loves Isolde so deeply but has never receieved a love from her. He has to lead a life of suspcion about his wife. I was impressed how deep his love to Isolde is and how generous he is to hie nephew when he frogave her and tried to allow Tristan to serve him. Oh god, why would he deserve such a miserable life? Did you now punish the disloyalty of the couple? I no longer know what chivalry is. Tristan should have returned her to the king according to his loyalty to him. Also, Isolde should not have lied to him. Even after the effect of love portion ended, they still love each other and keep decieving the king. I pity the king.

Since the night when the mantle revealed the sin of my wife, I cannot believe women. And this incident in Cornwell, my suspicion against their chastity is greater than before. I feel sorry for the king. Are the chivalry and chastity forgetton?

Where Is The Justice!?

An execution serves them right I say. If Tristan was so much of a fool to get caught with another's lady, a KINGS QUEEN, no less, than off with his head, burn him at the stake, draw and quarter him what have you. It seems to me that there be no honest woman in all of this realm, what with that Lancelot fellow breaking the bars just so he could sleep with Lady Guinevere, WHILE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM, MIND YOU! The disgrace of it all sickens me. I would've performed much more admirably in the face of such adversity I assure you. Potions and trickery have no hold over such a valiant warrior as I.

That's Nice

Well, I must say that I am utterly confused by these new-wave romances! In my day, if a young man was interested in a young lady, then he would make sure that she wasn't married to a family member!

But I do have a confession, this story of Tristian and Isolde do remind me so much of my romance novels that I am so fond of. Imagine being rescued by a handsome, strong man who was utterly in love with you ... just sends shivers down my spine! And running away together to live in the woods, how primitive and romantic! It is almost a cross between the story of Romeo and Juliet combined Robin Hood and Maid Marian (not that Beroul or Tristain and Isolde would know who those people are ... maybe more along the lines of the love triangle between King Arthur, Lancelot, and the Queen G.)

Alas, poor Tristian and Isolde, the love they felt for each other was caused by a love potion that wore off after three years. Just goes to show, maybe the romantic, passionate love between characters can only be caused by magic or end in misfortune. What does that say about love in general? Can it exist in "real life"? Makes this old lady happy to just live vicariously through her love stories.

To set the record staight...

I am not a simpleton. I have heard many a criticism from my fellow knights in regards to my behavior regarding the lovely Lady Isolde. Ah Isolde! She is the most beautiful and virtuous lady of the land. Many a man has criticized me for not taking her as mine when first we met on that arduous journey back to my uncle, King Mark. Ha! I am no fool – we would have been dead as soon as we set foot on land, should we have declared ourselves then. Luckily I had the good sense to explain this to my dear lady, who would have much preferred to be together openly. Alas! We could not, for it would not have been the intelligent thing to do. And I am nothing if not intelligent.


The King’s henchmen thought they would outsmart me by planting traps and turning my uncle, the king, against me. The trick with the flour was a nice touch and in truth it was only due to my lady’s insistence that I visit her that night that we were caught. And as for that imbecile, Beroul, I am insulted that he would portray me as such a simpleminded, lust-addled fool. My lady Isolde was beautiful, yes, and kind, but she was no where near as devious as the idiotic Beroul made her out to be. Indeed, many of the plans that “Isolde” thought up were mine – the Lord only knows what he was thinking when he rendered my Isolde as a devious viper and myself an addled fool. Rest assured that were the fool around me, I would set him straight in the most humiliating way possible. And let this be a warning, my friends, that I will do anything to defend my lady’s honor and my own.

To Tristan and Isolde

Due to the potion you both blame your fate, you can not be so blind not to see that the love is far more greater then you may think. For, after the potion had worn off, you and Isolde got back into King Mark's good graces. Still you both could not stop your-selves from really leaving one another. All you could do then was to have secret trysts and send messages to one another. For the whole city could see what needed to be. You an their dear queen together, But all may now be lost. When you held a court to establish your innocence. You've been lying to yourselves and it may now come to a battle between you dear Tristan and your uncle King Mark.

Advice to Tristan

I hear that you are a brave and valiant knight, however I think you have grown soft. If you have such strong desire for this Isolde , why do you not simply obtain her? It was you who brought her to King Mark's court; why did'nt you just keep her for yourself from the beginning? Letting her marry another man was your first mistake, but our history shows that a king will not long stand between a strong man and the woman he desires. What of Uther Pendragon? My cousin, Arthur would not be here today had Uther idly stood by and pined for love. My own father took his second with from another king, though in my opinion he could have done better.

Who is Surprised?

I'm not surprised of the lack of loyalty you "knights of valor"experienced. This mantle only brought the truth to what you hide from behind your so called 'valor' and 'honor'. Tin cans on horses you are, just playing games. Your women see you are not worth the effort to keep from experimenting with other men. What is love anyway, I know nothing of it. I think it's something you have all made up, same as valor and honor. These women know the truth more than you knights. When you are hungry, you get food to eat. Thirsty, take water to drink. When you are in heat, you find someone to douse the flame. I take what I must to survive and more importantly to get what I want. You are all fools, and the mantle exposes that. I am not a fool. Perhaps you should hand all your woman to me, so they can get the needs they obviously are lacking. Ha ha! How sad is it when I knight drowns in the truth he so readily avoids, yet how bright it is in my eyes. You are now exposed for the little men you are...pun intended.

Love thy fellow man with loyalty

This mantle has made everyone gone mad. Before you can demand respect, you must give respect to others. It is of importance that you are loyal to others and respect the code of chivalry. You must not worry about who is faithful and who is unfaithful or whether you are getting enough respect. What matters is that you give all your loyalty and respect for those who deserve it and then maybe one day it will be returned. The mantle is a test of respect and loyalty. While the mantle is a test of loyalty and respect it is a symbol of purity. Only a person who is pure may deserve and have the mantle. You shall love thy fellow man and love thy fellow woman, respect the code of chivalry and respect each other in this court and one day you may be rewarded with the same respect that you have given out.

Honestly...

I find the events that occurred during this particular joyous and festive period of Pentecost (the same period at which I, myself first arrived at court) to be most curious and distressing. Although I have never felt a more passionate love than that for our almighty God, I can express sympathy towards those who should feel such pain and humiliation at the hands of those whom they so endeared and trusted. However, I do not feel it is right to condemn solely those unfaithful women who were tried. Would it not be also possible for there to be unfaithful men within such an immense gathering? With whom else should those women fornicate than those with whom they are close in proximity? I speak with conviction and experience when I say that it is possible for a man to remain chaste and sinless. Why should not the same standards be upheld for all men as they are for women? In my opinion the mantle should have been a test for all who gathered there on that day; it should have been an awakening for all who have strayed from sincerity and dedication to their beloveds and to God.

How can I restore my dignity....

Bodendr was so smart tonight. To avoid the charity-testing on his maiden, he wisely directed King Arthur to test my wife according to the order of authority.  If he had not said that, she might have prevented the test. And I could have avoided the humiliation in front of others. Oh, it was such a shame and hard to retreat my perfect renown. Moreover, Kay made the situation even worse when he interpreted the wrongdoing of my wife. I could not help but imagine that and became speechless.

Well, having thought about tonight's incident, I now think my behavior was not chivalric. I was being sarcastic. I should not have put a pressure on the maiden of Karadin to keep her charity. When I think about my maiden, I do not think it is right to say such thing. Oh, I showed not only my wife's wrongdoing but also my conceit. 

Anyways, it is the past and cannot be changed. I need to come up with a good solution. But I do not know how I can restore my dignity and people's respect to me. Oh, I wish I could edit the tale.

Oh, the Infidelity of Women

I forever curse that young man, who brought the mantle to Camelot, for his mission was one of the Devils. I still believe it not that my fair maiden, beautiful and true, could be dishonest. However, I now make it known to all that there is nary one woman amongst a thousand who be true to her husband, for all women desire novelty when they tire of their man, who performs valiant feats of honor in their name. Christ, I ask how this derision be brought down upon us, your most loyal servants, and most of all, upon King Arthur! Not even Guinevere, who I held as the purest and fairest of all maidens, could wear the mantle. Only one fair damosel in all of Camelot could wear the mantle true as it were meant to be. I lament at our unseeing eyes, and hope only that a day will come when I may soon redeem myself in the eyes of God and our King.

The power to make them weak

What an exciting adventure I have just lived.
My husband Sir Bertilak, asked me for a very peculiar thing.
Sir Gawain was expected to come to our castle asking for a place to stay.
And I, The host’s wife made sure he wouldn’t forget me, for the rest of his days.
Sir Gawain was after the Green Knight,
The thing he wasn’t aware of,
Is that the Green knight was my husband in disguise.
Yes, Morgan the Fay decided to give Arthur’s court a surprise,
And shock Guinevere whom she hates, all of this at the same time.
The Green knight paid a visit to Arthur’s court at the time of Christmas celebration,
Sir Gawain was the brave one, who decided to fight with no hesitation.
After defeating the Green knight, a deal was made.
One Year later exactly, Sir Gawain shall fight once again.
So Sir Gawain set off looking for the Green Knight,
And ended up in our castle where my job was to make him fall.
While my husband went out to hunt, I sneaked into his room.
I tried my best to seduce him seduce him, until his honor was disproved.
Mighty difficult Sir Gawain, he tried to be loyal and smart.
He declined my kisses, my affection and my warmth,
However he did not resist the power to save his life,
Made out of green silk, I offered him my magical sash,
He was glad to hear that by wearing it, he was safe from all harm.
Such an intelligent man he seemed to be
It seemed so difficult for him to give in to me
However there’s no bigger power over King Arthur’s Knights,
Than that power held by me.
The power of being female,
The power to make them weak.

I Only Have Eyes for Guinevere

I, Sir Lancelot, take the concept of chilvalry most seriously and hold it second highest to my dear lady, the Queen Guinevere. Although I regard my honor and reputation two of my most important features, I was willing to put them at risk just to find out where my lady, my one true love, the Queen was taken to. As everyone knows, to ride in the cart is one of the most heinous embarassments known to man, yet I did it because of my eternal love and devotion to my lady. I undertook the arduous task of traversing by the Underwater Bridge and the Sword Bridge all for the love of my fair Queen. At times I was so weak and confused by my task that I could not speak, forgot my own name and pledged promises to men and women alike that I would not have beed glad to carry out, for example, promising to sleep with a young lady solely to gain lodging for an night's rest. Yet, all throughout my many trials and tribulations, one thing remained constant; love. I believe I proved my unfaltering devotion to my lady when I completely set aside my honor and courage in battle to do poorly at the tournaments to please her. For the rest of my days, her wish was my command. Only by remebering and remaining loyal to my love was I able to accomplish such daring feats in battle and escape with my life from the evil prince Meleagant. Although I am supremely loyal to my liege King Arthur, I cannot deny the burning passion that permeates to the core of my being, for the only woman I will ever, wish to ever, and can ever love, my queen. Our love is a secret love that can only be expressed in private, but I fear that the overwhelming feeling that shows through our very eyes can be seen by all. One day I am sure our secret will be discovered, but until that day we shall perservere until our next our eyes meet across a room or my hand brushes hers as we cross paths. Never can we show to the world what we truly feel in our hearts.

Lancelot the Knight

It is with a heavy heart that I write this, for I am burdened with secrets and a love that surpasses that for my husband, King Arthur. The journey to Melegant's castle was arduous and dangerous. I was afraid of Melegant, my kidnapper. His father ensured my safety for which I will ever be grateful for. I prayed daily for my rescue. I grieved for missing Camelot and wondered if I would ever return. My faith and love kept my wits intact. My passion and longing for Lancelot knowing no boundaries transcended castle walls and spurred him to rescue me. I was overwhelmed when he arrived and dueled Melegant. Lancelot proved with his chivalrous acts that his heart he gave to me. I teased him not realizing he mistook my joke and both of us nearly died from believing the other lost. That pain was more than I had ever felt, it was if my heart had stopped when I heard of his death. The joy that I knew when hearing that he was in fact alive cannot compare to any other I have experienced. Reuniting with Lancelot solidified my love, I had to express it. Arranging our tryst took careful and patient planning. I never once questioned the burning desire I had for him. I was so overcome with want of him that my mind erased Arthur from all consciousness. I will not divulge any more about that night as my integrity and Sir Kay's came into question the next morning. Lancelot and Melegant again met in battle for the King to once again stop it. How I despised Melegant and wished for Lancelot to end his days. My hatred for Melegant grew after his cunning plan that tricked Lancelot as well as myself, Sir Kay, and Sir Gawain. For the second time I questioned Lancelot's disappearance and whether I would ever set my eyes upon his. Seeing him disguised as the Red Knight returned the hope I had lost. I used my wits to discover the Red Knights identity and his faithfulness to me. How he loves me! To do all that I bid! After returning to Arthur I tried to forget my love for Lancelot, but it will never perish. I was overcome with joy when Lancelot returned to fight Melegant. I worry that I showed him too much affection. I ponder if the King has any indication of what has passed between us. When Lancelot beheaded Melegant I was ecstatic. I want to keep our love a secret, but how? I cannot look at him and not think of all that has transpired since I was first kidnapped. Would another tryst be possible? I shan't think of such, but I cannot restrain my passion. Is it fate?

Uther Pendragon

Many a fledgling has criticized the way I obtained my wife. By ruse and trickery she became mine. It was a shame that the Lord of Cornwall Gorius had to die in his castle, but i cannot say that it troubles me greatly now that Igerna is mine. I say onto you, what right do you have to criticize your king. If not for my trickery in bedding my wife, you wouldn't have your King Arthur of the future. Remember it was my seed that brought his triumph. It's my rule that has brought this country prosperity. If not for my brother Aurelius and I this country would still be under control of a pagan by the name of Vortigern. I was destined to rule this country as was foretold by Merlin on the night of my brothers passing. It was prophesied that my son would become the greatest king this world would ever know, so i implore you to find fault in my doings. For surely your lives are worth less than mine or my kin. Open your mouths, spill your drivel, if mine ears here one word of contempt you'll see how ferocious a Pendragon's blade can bite.

Arthur, my most loyal friend and uncle, has my pledge to support him in any cause he believes or in any support needed against enemies. I came to his aid against Baldulf and the Saxons when he first assumed the power of his Kingdom, as he came to my aid in Aclud when I was violently ill and would have met a most certain death if it had not been for him. I fully support and believe in his quest for taking all of Europe and Rome under his rule, for it would be the best kingdom in all of the world as well as history. The liberty that is trying to be taken away from us from these Roman barbarians needs to be defeated and the only way to do so is to completely take over what is rightfully Arthur's. The fact that my poor niece Helena, has been captured and killed by the an ungodly giant grieves me everyday that I go on living, and further fuels me in Arthur's quest for conquer. He helped me to find her in every way that is humanly possible, and for that I owe him my life. He truly is my best friend, fellow King, and mentor in life.

Layamon the Liar

It angers me sorely to have my name bandied and my reputation sullied by these ridiculous Aenglish versifiers and their barbaric Frankish cousins. 'Tis true, I took my uncle's kingdom from him, allied myself with the Cornish, the Irish, even the Saxons at times, and yes, I took his queen as my consort. Yet what did he expect? While Arthur and my brother Walwain were gallivanting thru' Gaul, risking Roman wrath for the sake of renown - as if they thought to make my uncle a new Caeser! - I had a kingdom to run, a kingdom, mark you, which had lost the best of its strength and wealth to Arthur's Continental campaign. Is it then surprising that I had to resort to desperate measures, to hire mercenaries to protect Britain? Taking the kingdom into mine own hands seemed also the most expedient measure at this time, the best to assure my authority over my new troops. As for the queen, well, Wenhaver was willing - the blame is hardly mine. All this I did for Britain, and these tellers of tales name it treachery. Perhaps one day a romance will be written that does justice to my name, instead of spreading fictions about the arrogant Arthur.

For Those Lowly Men

For those who have taken the time to see the depths in my writing, I praise thee. Yet, I tire of countless inquiries as the nature and purpose of seemingly different religous allusions. I praise those who understand, and even as I do not deserve those who do not understand, I will explain. I do not mention god, I do not mention christ. Translation tends to, using a modern expresion, put words in the mouth. My eulogy honors the lord who went and returned, the one who made cowards couragous. Those who know the lord, know his name, for he went and returned with the spoils of Annwn. I sing the praise of the lord Arthur, and of the seven who returned. I honor these men who did not cower. I honor the lord, Arthur, the king of the land, who, with unspeakable valor illuminated the darkness for those who followed and returned victorious. For those lowly men who do not know the hour of midday the lord was born, I, nor he, does not deserve thee, for they miss the essence of this eulogy and in doing so, the lord Arthur himself.

Olwen

Many have come to court me, yet they never left with their lives. For my father Ysbaddaden chief giant would not let me marry for he would die. He would put demands on them that took there lives. When Culwch came into my life i gave my love and warned him not to waver when negotiating with my father. Culwch completed my fathers tasks and it was past time he did die. I, Olwen will be his only wife. I must thank Arthur for all his help, he made all this happen for us.

My Tale

I never tire of hearing the tale of how I won my wife. It is as they say that the right connections and fine breeding will get you far in life. However, I find attitude has much to do with success as well. More than once I had to remind my cousin, Arthur, of his obligation to me. Concerning my fair lady's father, I found him to be a slothful coward. He very much doubted my ability to win his daughter, but he misjudged the warriors and men of special talent on my side. The whole quest ended in fame and song's to be sung for eternity.

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