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(I wasn't in the war directly,
but imagined it from afar as my friends told me about it,
long before I was drafted to serve in Hawaii—
my experiences there to follow in this blog someday.)
RECOLLECTIONS OF WAR
A fading eagle flew frozen in fear
past deserted flowers in desperate land,
And a rising earth halted for a hasty madness
as time awaited a dead sun.
Remember now the beginning, one fine day,
when we came out of nowhere!
In no cradle birth, one thunderous heartbeat
separated animal from plant,
And, we stood up straight one day,
our minds still a drunk’s uneven crawling;
Later, in the breath of life, we knew that
a churchyard must yawn now and then.
Alexis lands on the shores of Western Gaul as its Regent Queen along with the exiled Franks. In these lands devastated by plague and conquest, the weighty cries of "bring out the dead" by the pusher of the body wagon are at last put behind as hope and life return to Gaul.
Upon seeing their Queen and their returning armies, the resident Franks rise as one against their Goth oppressors and drive them south towards Spain and away from the main Goth units in central Gaul.
Angles and Saxons also land under Cheldric's command and begin to reclaim their homelands, with the desired effect of cleaving and isolating the occupiers' forces into ...More
This time, dear reader, we do not leave our lovers alone, and you frustrated, for sensuous love is as natural and necessary to human life as breathing, and just about as common.
At a comfortable distance from the fire Percivale sheds his downy vest, for the heat grows warmer, and uses it as a pillow when he lies on a blanket covering the finely sifted sands of the lakeshore. Dheryle straddles him, hovering in the air above him, her knees and hands supporting her and settling into the hollows that she carves in the sand. Percivale lies on his back looking up at her—and into the starry night where endless fires bur ...More
As they ride inland through rolling green hills, their path is soon blocked by a gathering in a meadow which overflows onto the road. They observe a man addressing the crowd, and, growing curious, sit down to listen and soon ask about him. He is a great Holyman, called Patrick, another crack in the armor of the Dark Age. He speaks of goodness and charity among men, of its rewards for the doer—and he has penetrated the iron hearts of men, and has become sort of a local hero. As he speaks, the roads suddenly fill with snakes leaving town for good. Rory Mor is among the crowd at the great happening. He recognizes the E ...More
I have never seen a bluer sky than that of October. Perhaps it is because of the cool dry air. The vision is but enhanced by the foreground of the colorful orange tree leaves. This is the last true blue that we shall see for some time; it's only fitting that it be the best of times, the bluest of times.
(There are some missing chronicles for this period.)
No leaves, no warmth, no sky, no snow, November. November is a most difficult time. The glory of the summer and of the leaves is gone; it seems like it is gone for years. Yet the spirit of the holiday season is not yet at hand. The grey and rainy sk ...More
On a cool May day the earth was opened to receive Guinevere's body. Her longing to be with Arthur had finally consumed her spirit to live. It was not a sad day, as all knew that she would finally be able to live in peace with Arthur now that their debts to the future had been paid, for they would live together not as King and Queen, but simply as husband and wife.
Percevale's vigil lasted throughout the night and he was not surprised when the Ship of the Three Graces came and hovered in the air but for a moment before bearing away Guinevere's soul to Avalon. Yes, all this was Percevale's duty to bear. He chanced a gentle touch and ...More
Suddenly, out in the winter woods near the inn, a forgotten band of heathen Vikings had poor Sir Galan surrounded on all sides. Galan, having survived the great war, and being now King of all Vikingsholm, could not seem to sit still on his throne. He had, like his father, Prince Valiant, come to Arthur's aid as a knight of the Round Table. He was now scouring the land on a personal quest. He was the second last knight, having survived.
Said Galan to his enemies, “I shall certainly not be taken without a fight to the death, but, if you put down your weapons, I shall be yours for the taking, a King for your exhibition,” and then he threw ...More
The Arthurian legends are a wonder of the past and present. They buoy our spirits, unchaining us from many of the restrictions of modern life. The legends call to us across the centuries—a call we cannot ignore. We can know Lancelot, and love him for his sins as well as his valor, as if he were our own companion.
How we cherish the legends! Never, perhaps, will we know them with complete understanding. Many writers have tried, using pens of many mettles. I am faithful only to my own dreams of what happened so long ago. The Arthurian tales handed down through generations have been embellishe...More
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