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First published January 1, 1990
When the darkness crowds beyond the door, and the logs on the hearth burn clear red and fall in upon themselves, making caverns and ships and swords and dragons and strange faces in the heart of the fire, that is the time for story telling.I wanted to enjoy this more because I just wanted to romanticize the Arthurian legend and stories of valor. I wanted to get lost in quests with magic, dragons, Knights fighting for the sake of a damosel's honor. But the reality of these stories are not cute; very few exceptions. This interpretation/translation of the Arthurian legend makes it very accessible to readers in it's prose.
Come closer then, and listen. P541
Rosemary Sutcliff was a keen believer that books should not patronise children or over-simplify the story. She one commented that she wrote 'for children of all ages from eight to eighty-eight.'Yes it's easy to read but the diction used to describe some not very pleasant themes which today we would classify as trigger warnings make these parts of the story blend in and it seems to only be addressed as not okay when terrible things happen to the men in the story but when it happens to women, it happened, and then this happened and then that happened. I guess you could say it's considered historically accurate? Just another day in the Dark Ages. Therefore there's no sense in giving these women any agency we must push the male lead's story forward, the woman will get over it . Which is fine for a story like this, but the way it's told, using very neutral language to just bullet point the sequence of events make for a lackluster implication of larger scale themes.
'It is right that you should take a wife,' said Merlin. 'For now you are past twenty and the greatest king in all Christendom. Is there any maiden who comes close to your heart?'The pay off.
And Arthur thought. And his thoughts touched in passing upon the fair faces of many maidens, and upon the dark ripe beauty of Queen Margawse, and flinched away from that memory to that which lay beyond. And so his thoughts came to rest upon a girl with smooth dark grey-green eyes, making a garland of honeysuckle on columbine and Four-Seasons roses in a high-walled castle garden. And he said, 'Guenever, the daughter of Leodegraunce of Camelaird.' Merlin was silent a moment, and then he said, 'You are sure of this?' ...
Melin, knowing what he knew of the future, could have said, 'Grief upon me! Look elsewhere! For if you marry the Princess Guenever, sorrow and darkness and was and death will come of it by and by, to you and her and your dearest friend and to all the kingdom.' P62-63
Then it seemed to Percival that the shining world of men, the world beyond the forest, was less simple than he had thought it would be. But even in the moment that he realised that, he remembered the strange crooked face of Sir Lancelot smiling down at him, speaking of the honour of knighthood, and knew that he wanted above all things in the world to be one of that company.
"We shall come together again," said Lancelot, trying to console him.
"Some of us," said the King. "But it will not be the same; never the same again." He narrowed his eyes into the blazing sky over the Western hills. "We shall have done all that is in us to do. For Britain, for the kingdom of Logres. For all that we have fought and built for and tried to make secure... We shall have served our purpose; made a shining time between the Dark and the Dark. Merlin said that it would be as though all things drew on to the golden glory of the sunset. But then it will all be over."
Lancelot said, "We shall have made such a blaze, that men will remember us on the other side of the Dark."