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<sb> they asked really cliche job-interview questions.

<sb> “what is your biggest weakness”, etc.

<b> ugh.

<b> I"M ASCAIRT A GHOSE !!!!!!!

<b> “ok, fair enough. now, what do you consider your strongest point?”

<b> I POOP SO LONG I GOTS 2 STAND UP !!!!!!!!!!

<b> ptHThThThThHTthThT

<b> LIKE PULLIN XCALIBUR OUT THA MOTHA FUCKIN STONE L@@K

<sb> whoso pulleth out this turd of this ass and butt is rightwise king born of all men’s rooms

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The Riding of Lancelot is Sydney Fowler Wright’s take on a scene from Arthurian mythology. But before we look into the book itself let’s look at the source material. King Arthur’s as old as Britain, his story stretches back fifteen centuries and has never perhaps been as vibrant as in the last century. Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae [The History of the Kings of Britain] introduced him to the English via Latin from the Welsh in the first half of the 12th Century. Now don’t assume that a grand title such as this book has would suggest a good place to look into early English Arthurian sources, because Monmouth’s book was one of the original works of alternative history wherein he peppered his history with elements of credible fantasy. Geoffrey introduced to the canon Merlin, Excalibur and Guinevere - that’s not to say they were his creation, but the written word being what it was, his was the first detailed recording in this form (with early fantasy literature it’s better to think of a web than a timeline, each author adding his own spin). Chretien de Troyes, a French writer from around the same time, plugged in Lancelot and the holy grail. But it wasn’t until the 15th century that the mythology found an expansive story in Thomas Malory.



In a similar way to how Tolkien gathered together northern European mythology in Lord of the Rings, Thomas Malory gathered Arthurian legend.The book was originally intended to be titled The Whole Book of King Arthur and of His Noble Knights of the Round Table, but was retitled Le Morte D'Arthur [The Death of Arthur] and was one of the first books printed in England (by William Caxton), an ode to its importance if ever there were one. The earliest obtainable copies of the book come from 1634, which was at least the sixth edition of the book and nearly 150 years more recent than Caxton’s printing from 1485. None of the intervening editions are likely to come to market (an early 16th century fragment came to the market in the early 1970s). The British Library own a manuscript from a few years before Caxton’s printing. I mention this printing history largely because the books go through new translations, have material added to them and get edited and even rewritten. Each iteration of the story alters the cultural landscape a little, adds a new gem, or omits something that offers food for thought.



It’s important to consider the conditions under which a book is written and published, the writer’s education, first language, social standing etc. because all these things affect the writer’s bias and interpretation of the folklore they’re they’re trying stabilise. For Malory this is particularly important. He could quite easily have been from Westeros, his claims included being a knight of the shire, a member of parliament, being fluent in both French and English, reasonably well educated and somewhat wealthy. But toward the end of his life he took a violent turn and his claims included extortionist, horse thief, general thief and rapist. He even broke out of prison and was involved in subterfuge in the Wars of the Roses. He was ultimately jailed though, and it was in jail that he wrote Le Morte. Like I say, Westeros would suit him well. Now if you take a person like that and get them to write a book, particularly a book on something they have first hand knowledge from both the moral and amoral sides, then you end up with something that lasts five hundred years.



Anyway, we’re getting into too deep a history, so let’s get back to Fowler Wright’s book. It’s sufficient to know at this point that Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur is kind of the first version of the Arthurian legend that we’re all familiar with and for the 500 years or so that it’s been in print it’s been an invaluable source for many, if not most, of the subsequent interpretations. 



S. Fowler Wright was a fairly prolific writer, particularly of science fiction and was one of a handful of British writers to fill that gap of gestation between Verne and Wells and the forthcoming wave of golden age science fiction from the US. He’s largely forgotten today, but there are readers out there still. His first published work was another Arthurian work, published ten years before the present work. Reading through various biographies it would appear that Fowler Wright was a strongly moral man. Now a comparison between himself and Malory isn’t really applicable, but one can assume that the vantage points were quite different, and thus their rendering of the myth would be quite different.



The book itself is a joy to read, within the first five pages there’s action involving knights, a chase scene between knights, a fight between knights, a castle containing a knight and a forest with a knight (bloody Lancelot sleeps through the whole thing). I think that’s more than Robert Jordan put in entire books. As the book is a poem you take the pace of reading somewhat more carefully, parsing each sentence slowly and deliberately within the structure, but the image that is created is very similar. The flow and rhythm of the book brings you very much into the scene. The story itself is quite faithful to its source, Wright has even used iambic pentameter as did Malory. it is drawn from book six of Le Morte with a few minor characters replaced with more familiar ones. Wright also rounds the story off a little at the end by adding a kiss with Guenevere. On top of this, there’s something quite special about reading a book that’s this old and quite well presented. It undoubtedly adds to the reading experience to think you’re reading the story as it was first read a hundred years ago.



It’s difficult to say how this book in particular contributed to the current snapshot of fantasy literature; it is absent from many bibliographies, present in only a handful of academic institutions, scarce and out of print. And since the book is out of print and has been since Wright self-published this with a print run of 500 copies in 1929 it’s tricky to find. I’m aware that I’m building the book up just to say that you can’t read it, this isn’t my intention. Rather, I would hope you might take away the impression that next time you’re in a bookshop and you see an old leather bound tome with a somewhat intriguing title then buy it (obviously only if they’re not overly expensive for the gamble), you might be surprised. I have attached the first few pages, which I urge you all to read, just so you can get an impression of the landscape.



So, why am I writing about a virtually unobtainable book, something by virtue of the fact that it’s written by a forgotten author and is out of print is evidently unimportant? Well, because it should be remembered. This interpretation is a good one, and by studying it we are keeping it fresh in the collective mind of fantasy. It is an important work in the Arthurian oeuvre and deserves a bit of attention. But I don’t bring it here to tell you just how important it is or its history, I bring it here to illustrate the point that to find good fantasy doesn’t always mean sitting and waiting for the publishers to show you a pre-publication trailer of a new book, or even believing the hype. No, there are stories out there, good stories that have survived millennia, stories that take a bit of hunting to find and a bit of time to read, but stories that are rewarding. We talk about the changing landscape of fantasy, but we can’t truly appreciate this without looking at the history of it.



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[ID: a digital portrait of a red-haired knight in filigreed black armor, framed by shining roses. His skull is partially visible through his face, and behind his head is a golden, decorated grail. The portrait is framed with symbols of the wheel of fortune at each corner. /ID]

Did it hurt? When you ascended to heaven?

This is my piece for the @arthurianum zine - please take a look at all the wonderful work (and get your copy today)! I’m honored to have been able to participate :)

How Queen Guenever rode on Maying, Aubrey Beardsley, The Birth Life and Acts of King Arthur, of His

How Queen Guenever rode on Maying, Aubrey Beardsley, The Birth Life and Acts of King Arthur, of His Noble Knights of the Round Table, Their Marevllous Enquests and Adventures, the Achieving of the San Greal and in the End Le Morte D’Arthur with the Dolourous Death and Departing out of This World of Them All (Between p. 46 and p. 47), 1893-1894


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The Lady of the Lake telleth Arthur of the Sword Excalibur, Aubrey Beardsley, The Birth Life and Act

The Lady of the Lake telleth Arthur of the Sword Excalibur, Aubrey Beardsley, The Birth Life and Acts of King Arthur, of His Noble Knights of the Round Table, Their Marevllous Enquests and Adventures, the Achieving of the San Greal and in the End Le Morte D’Arthur with the Dolourous Death and Departing out of This World of Them All (Between p. 46 and p. 47), 1893-1894

Source:Bauman Rare Books


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Beardsley’s Illustrations for Le Morte d'Arthur, 1972

Beardsley’s Illustrations for Le Morte d'Arthur, 1972


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arthursknight:

today i am thinking about the episode “le morte d'arthur”, and how we really could have had it all

bear with me a moment.

what if, instead of the shit with hunith, it had been merlin’s life that had been taken in the bargain with nimueh. arthur wakes up, merlin says his goodbye, and by the next day, merlin is in bed with a high and delirious fever. arthur maybe doesn’t notice at first– he’s been lavished on by his father and those who thought he had been lost– but by the time he does–

“gaius,” he says, a grin on his face as he bursts through the door to the physician’s chambers, “i need merlin. father is throwing a victo–”

he pauses when he sees gaius in silent tears. he frowns, steps forward, sees–

merlin, on a cot. stock still.

arthur, a bit hysterical, walks over. “youre always sleeping, merlin,” he says, voice shaky.

“sire,” gaius starts, voice thick.

“no, he’s always– you act like it’s me that sleeps in, but you’re always–” his voice is cracking.

“he’s gone, sire.”

arthur demands to know what’s going on. merlin had been fine yesterday, and what does gaius mean, gone? what sickness could merlin have possibly gotten that could– that could–

gaius sits him down. he doesn’t want to tell arthur this, but the price has been paid for merlin already. there is little to fear about arthur’s retribution, now. he explains the isle of the blessed, of merlin’s sacrifice. he keeps out the fact that merlin has magic, just that he sought it out. by the end, arthur is livid.

“show me,” he says, already standing, “where it is.”

“sire, nimueh has powerful magic. you are no match–”

“as your future king. show me.”

gaius relents. arthur travels to the isle of the blessed without a second thought to what anyone else might think. he’s terrified. we see that. but he’s determined.

nimueh meets him with a smirk. “this is not the only life that has been traded for yours, arthur pendragon.”

this is where arthur finds out what happened with ygraine. by the end, arthur is furious beyond anything we’ve ever seen with him. he draws his sword– nimueh laughs, knocks it away with her magic, knocks him to his knees. “you will do well to think before you challenge me, boy.”

and arthur doesn’t know any incantations. doesn’t know any magic. but he puts his palms on the ground, the land that is his as much as he is its. begs, quietly. swears that he will do better, be better than his father. that he will bring its magic back.

when he looks up, there are vines surrounding nimueh. she cannot get out of their entanglement, though she tries her best. arthur picks up his sword. the rain starts. tears streaming down his face and eyes gold, he runs her through.

when he returns, gwen meets him. “arthur, you’ll never– merlin is–”

he runs to him. merlin is confused, and awake, and alive. even more confused when arthur hugs him.

“what happened?” merlin asks.

and because this is the end of the season, arthur lies. says he doesn’t know, but merlin is safe and that’s all that matters. “you live to serve me another day, merlin,” he jokes.

the second to last scene is arthur with his father. he demands of him to tell him why he banned magic. his father states the carefully constructed lie he’s heard all his life. “why do you ask, arthur?”

arthur sets his jaw. he’s seen through it now. “nothing, father.”

“get your rest.”

the last scene is arthur returning to gaius’. merlin is asleep, gaius explains. he needs his rest. but arthur is not here for merlin. he’s here for gaius.

gaius asks him as calm as he can. “what happened there? on the isle of the blessed?”

arthur shakes his head. that’s a story for another time.

“gaius,” he says, hands shaking. “i think i have magic.”

(and then we would get a season of arthur grappling with that privately, keeping appearances publicly, and all the while still oblivious of merlins magic. he also struggles with the fact that merlin negotiated with nimueh, his father’s secret, and everything else. morgana still grows bitter because arthur keeps his shifting opinion on magic secret. fill in the rest.)

anyway yeah. we could have had it all, yall.

 La Belle Isolde from Morte D'Arthurby Aubrey Beardsley, 1893


La Belle Isolde from Morte D'Arthur
by Aubrey Beardsley, 1893



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