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gennsoup · 1 month

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Her beauty was great enough to excite if not his desires in the night his suspicions and jealousy.

Marie de France, Yonec

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maniculum · 4 months

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New episode! The other part of that one from last week we had to cut in half.

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The Lais of Marie de France

Celtic Origins of Lais of Yonec

The Anonymous Fairy-Knight Lais

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dreamsrunfaster · 10 months

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If i dont see a medieval paper on yonec referencing nimona in the next year i'll be very disappointed in all of you

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betterbooksandthings · 2 years

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“Falling in love with a vampire, werewolf, witch, or other paranormal creature is a time-honored tradition of paranormal romance. What if you fell in love with an urban legend? Would you cower in fear, or would you get even closer? If you are in the latter group, this is the quiz for you.

The literary tradition of falling for an otherworldly person is everywhere. The animal bride and groom tradition shows a longstanding pattern of mystical or magical creatures who end up with human partners. Animal shifter romances are also entrenched in the western literary canon with poems like Marie De France’s Yonec (where a lady falls for a Hawk-Knight) and Bisclavret (where a lady falls out of love when she realizes her Knight husband is a werewolf and the king takes him on as his werewolf-Knight). Something is incredibly appealing about an otherworldly person who chooses to trust you with their secret, power, or secret powers. I, for one, cannot see it stopping any time soon. If it does, I will have to read the backlist of my favorite sub-genre as I patiently wait for paranormal romance to become popular again.

I’ve selected a mix of backlist and frontlist paranormal romance books that cover a range of love interests from vampires, to werewolves, to witches and so much more. I am a fan of all of the paranormal romance books that are getting published once more. All I have to say is, bring it on. The paranormal romance novel you should read next awaits after a short quiz that targets your preferred vibe.“

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child-of-hurin · 5 months

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De l’espee ki fu sun pere a dunc vengié lui e sa mere.

Lais de Marie de France, Yonec

#yonec #marie de france #poetry #reference

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joanofarccoded · 8 months

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reading an old english story for class #college

#yonec actually goes kinda hard #zoë.txt

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are there many shapeshifty guys in medieval irish lit and if so who is your favorite one? (I mean, besides the one your blog is named after, I know about that guy and his funky transformations, I just do not know much about other shapeshifty guys that aren’t french/english/welsh/norse)

the morrígan is probably the most notorious shapeshifter in the texts i look at: she often turns into a crow but also at one point in the táin is an eel, a heifer, and a wolf, just to fuck with cú chulainn. sometimes her transformations are definitely physical and sometimes they seem more illusory. some of them it's not clear if it's actually her or just a bird lol, that always cracks me up

we also have of course our bird men in togail bruidne da derga, where it is deeply unclear whether they are birds who can be people or people who can be birds. one of them is called nemglán, he heads up the "bird troop". (this story is the basis of my stupid bird dad support group yonec crossover fic lol.) birds in general are often connected to the otherworld and we have quite a lot of birds that are transformed people, often recognisable because they will be wearing or linked to another bird with a fine chain. in some later texts like oidheadh chloinne lir you also get people turned into birds by external forces

sometimes birds are also angels, or the souls of the dead, so people die and then their soul shows up as a bird – this is mostly in voyage tales. voyage tales in general get fucky with shape and form

there are some sort-of werewolves in acallam na senorach who transform with the help of cloaks – it's sort of the reverse of bisclavret bc they put the magic cloaks on and become wolves, rather than becoming them when they take clothes off

then you get the ageless immortal shapeshifters like tuan and fintan where it seems to be more of a reincarnation thing that they have been different animals in different lives and can remember the early days of the world as a result. similarly there's a story in which the two bulls in the táin have been lots of different creatures in the past, going all the way back to two swineherds

so yeah quite a lot of shapeshifting going on! this is a deeply non exhaustive list as well, this is just the ones i immediately recall off the top of my head and doesn't include most involuntary transformations (e.g. etaine and others). finn's wife was also a deer part-time, that's why oisín is called that, but i think that was a spell too not an inborn thing

i would say the morrígan is probably my favourite (if "guy" is gender neutral lol) but also i do enjoy the sheer ??? of everything going down in TBDD with the birdmen, nemglán etc because truly they explain nothing

#answered #werewolf-transgenderism

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Please tell us more about your thesis on Marie de France and genderqueer werewolf shapeshifting? I have a copy of the lais of Marie de France in English but I have not read it recently.

absolutely! it focused on Bisclavret and Yonec in the Anglo-Norman and the later Old Norse translation to look at how humanity, animality, and gender work in the characters who shift between human and animal. there’s an interesting relationship between the ways identity changes/stays stable across form and how seeming/appearing to be something and being something are left very ambiguous in the texts that I think suggests gender as constructed and fluid rather than innate and in particular paints the masculinity of characters such as Bisclavret or Muldumarec as something permeable, changeable, and different from that of a regular human man who doesn’t have the same kind of movement across identities — in Yonec, for instance, the AN text has Muldumarec being a knight and appearing to be a hawk, while the ON has him being a hawk and appearing to be a knight, and the AN also has him take the form of his lover, embodying a masculinity that is not tied to the male human body but is rather something that informs and is informed by each form he takes (defining traits like his nobility, faith, loyalty, etc., are defined across all three forms rather than residing just in his human male form). there’s no sense of “true” gender/form for Bisclavret or Muldumarec — Bisclavret stops being trapped in his wolf form, but there’s no indication that he’s stopped his typical 3-days-a-week transformations at the end of the poem or that his humanity and animality stop influencing each other in his wolf and man forms; Muldumarec alternately seems and is a bird, a knight, and a woman in ways that make his masculinity difficult to pin down to any clearly-defined identity category (all of this is very genderqueer to me. what’s more genderqueer than moving between forms in ways that typical definitions of gender cannot fully pin down or explain)

#this is a very short synopsis but it really does just boil down to I think shapeshifting in these texts is just so genderqueer #essential parts of how characters construct their identity reside in and are recognizable to others across different forms #making the boundaries between genders and between human/animal very fluid and hard to use to define these experiences of gender

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The Lay of Yonec

by Marie de France, translated by Eugene Mason

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In fairy tales there is this type of story where a prince that can shapeshifts into a bird visits a young maiden locked in a tower and makes love with her. Madame d'Aulnoy’s The Blue Bird, possibly the origin of the term Prince Charming or Le roi Charmant as he was originally called, is one of these tales.

In my research I found this charming and bittersweet tale among the lais of Marie de France. Lays or lais are narrative or lyrical poems, usually in octosyllabic couplets, intended to be sung from medieval Breton literature that deal with courtly love and chivalric deeds, often involving supernatural fairy elements. They are like the link between chivalric romances and fairy tales.

Since I have commenced I would not leave any of these Lays untold. The stories that I know I would tell you forthwith. My hope is now to rehearse to you the story of Yonec, the son of Eudemarec, his mother's first born child.

In days of yore there lived in Britain a rich man, old and full of years, who was lord of the town and realm of Chepstow. This town is builded on the banks of the Douglas, and is renowned by reason of many ancient sorrows which have there befallen. When he was well stricken in years this lord took to himself a wife, that he might have children to come after him in his goodly heritage. The damsel, who was bestowed on this wealthy lord, came of an honourable house, and was kind and courteous, and passing fair. She was beloved by all because of her beauty, and none was more sweetly spoken of from Chepstow to Lincoln, yea, or from there to Ireland. Great was their sin who married the maiden to this agèd man. Since she was young and gay, he shut her fast within his tower, that he might the easier keep her to himself. He set in charge of the damsel his elder sister, a widow, to hold her more surely in ward. These two ladies dwelt alone in the tower, together with their women, in a chamber by themselves. There the damsel might have speech of none, except at the bidding of the ancient dame. More than seven years passed in this fashion. The lady had no children for her solace, and she never went forth from the castle to greet her kinsfolk and her friends. Her husband's jealousy was such that when she sought her bed, no chamberlain or usher was permitted in her chamber to light the candles. The lady became passing heavy. She spent her days in sighs and tears. Her loveliness began to fail, for she gave no thought to her person. Indeed at times she hated the very shadow of that beauty which had spoiled all her life.

Now when April had come with the gladness of the birds, this lord rose early on a day to take his pleasure in the woods. He bade his sister to rise from her bed to make the doors fast behind him. She did his will, and going apart, commenced to read the psalter that she carried in her hand. The lady awoke, and shamed the brightness of the sun with her tears. She saw that the old woman was gone forth from the chamber, so she made her complaint without fear of being overheard.

"Alas," said she, "in an ill hour was I born. My lot is hard to be shut in this tower, never to go out till I am carried to my grave. Of whom is this jealous lord fearful that he holds me so fast in prison? Great is a man's folly always to have it in mind that he may be deceived. I cannot go to church, nor hearken to the service of God. If I might talk to folk, or have a little pleasure in my life, I should show the more tenderness to my husband, as is my wish. Very greatly are my parents and my kin to blame for giving me to this jealous old man, and making us one flesh. I cannot even look to become a widow, for he will never die. In place of the waters of baptism, certainly he was plunged in the flood of the Styx. His nerves are like iron, and his veins quick with blood as those of a young man. Often have I heard that in years gone by things chanced to the sad, which brought their sorrows to an end. A knight would meet with a maiden, fresh and fair to his desire. Damsels took to themselves lovers, discreet and brave, and were blamed of none. Moreover since these ladies were not seen of any, except their friends, who was there to count them blameworthy! Perchance I deceive myself, and in spite of all the tales, such adventures happened to none. Ah, if only the mighty God would but shape the world to my wish!"

When the lady had made her plaint, as you have known, the shadow of a great bird darkened the narrow window, so that she marvelled what it might mean. This falcon flew straightway into the chamber, jessed and hooded from the glove, and came where the dame was seated. Whilst the lady yet wondered upon him, the tercel became a young and comely knight before her eyes. The lady marvelled exceedingly at this sorcery. Her blood turned to water within her, and because of her dread she hid her face in her hands. By reason of his courtesy the knight first sought to persuade her to put away her fears.

"Lady," said he, "be not so fearful. To you this hawk shall be as gentle as a dove. If you will listen to my words I will strive to make plain what may now be dark. I have come in this shape to your tower that I may pray you of your tenderness to make of me your friend. I have loved you for long, and in my heart have esteemed your love above anything in the world. Save for you I have never desired wife or maid, and I shall find no other woman desirable, until I die. I should have sought you before, but I might not come, nor even leave my own realm, till you called me in your need. Lady, in charity, take me as your friend."

The lady took heart and courage whilst she hearkened to these words. Presently she uncovered her face, and made answer. She said that perchance she would be willing to give him again his hope, if only she had assurance of his faith in God. This she said because of her fear, but in her heart she loved him already by reason of his great beauty. Never in her life had she beheld so goodly a youth, nor a knight more fair.

"Lady," he replied, "you ask rightly. For nothing that man can give would I have you doubt my faith and affiance. I believe truly in God, the Maker of all, who redeemed us from the woe brought on us by our father Adam, in the eating of that bitter fruit. This God is and was and ever shall be the life and light of us poor sinful men. If you still give no credence to my word, ask for your chaplain; tell him that since you are sick you greatly desire to hear the Service appointed by God to heal the sinner of his wound. I will take your semblance, and receive the Body of the Lord. You will thus be certified of my faith, and never have reason to mistrust me more."

When the sister of that ancient lord returned from her prayers to the chamber, she found that the lady was awake. She told her that since it was time to get her from bed, she would make ready her vesture. The lady made answer that she was sick, and begged her to warn the chaplain, for greatly she feared that she might die. The aged dame replied,

"You must endure as best you may, for my lord has gone to the woods, and none will enter in the tower, save me."

Right distressed was the lady to hear these words. She called a woman's wiles to her aid, and made seeming to swoon upon her bed. This was seen by the sister of her lord, and much was she dismayed. She set wide the doors of the chamber, and summoned the priest. The chaplain came as quickly as he was able, carrying with him the Lord's Body. The knight received the Gift, and drank of the Wine of that chalice; then the priest went his way, and the old woman made fast the door behind him.

The knight and the lady were greatly at their ease; a comelier and a blither pair were never seen. They had much to tell one to the other, but the hours passed till it was time for the knight to go again to his own realm. He prayed the dame to give him leave to depart, and she sweetly granted his prayer, yet so only that he promised to return often to her side.

"Lady," he made answer, "so you please to require me at any hour, you may be sure that I shall hasten at your pleasure. But I beg you to observe such measure in the matter, that none may do us wrong. This old woman will spy upon us night and day, and if she observes our friendship, will certainly show it to her lord. Should this evil come upon us, for both it means separation, and for me, most surely, death."

The knight returned to his realm, leaving behind him the happiest lady in the land. On the morrow she rose sound and well, and went lightly through the week. She took such heed to her person, that her former beauty came to her again. The tower that she was wont to hate as her prison, became to her now as a pleasant lodging, that she would not leave for any abode and garden on earth. There she could see her friend at will, when once her lord had gone forth from the chamber. Early and late, at morn and eve, the lovers met together. God grant her joy was long, against the evil day that came.

The husband of the lady presently took notice of the change in his wife's fashion and person. He was troubled in his soul, and misdoubting his sister, took her apart to reason with her on a day. He told her of his wonder that his dame arrayed her so sweetly, and inquired what this should mean. The crone answered that she knew no more than he, "for we have very little speech one with another. She sees neither kin nor friend; but, now, she seems quite content to remain alone in her chamber."

The husband made reply,

"Doubtless she is content, and well content. But by my faith, we must do all we may to discover the cause. Hearken to me. Some morning when I have risen from bed, and you have shut the doors upon me, make pretence to go forth, and let her think herself alone. You must hide yourself in a privy place, where you can both hear and see. We shall then learn the secret of this new found joy."

Having devised this snare the twain went their ways. Alas, for those who were innocent of their counsel, and whose feet would soon be tangled in the net.

Three days after, this husband pretended to go forth from his house. He told his wife that the King had bidden him by letters to his Court, but that he should return speedily. He went from the chamber, making fast the door. His sister arose from her bed, and hid behind her curtains, where she might see and hear what so greedily she desired to know. The lady could not sleep, so fervently she wished for her friend. The knight came at her call, but he might not tarry, nor cherish her more than one single hour. Great was the joy between them, both in word and tenderness, till he could no longer stay.

All this the crone saw with her eyes, and stored in her heart. She watched the fashion in which he came, and the guise in which he went. But she was altogether fearful and amazed that so goodly a knight should wear the semblance of a hawk. When the husband returned to his house—for he was near at hand—his sister told him that of which she was the witness, and of the truth concerning the knight. Right heavy was he and wrathful. Straightway he contrived a cunning gin for the slaying of this bird. He caused four blades of steel to be fashioned, with point and edge sharper than the keenest razor. These he fastened firmly together, and set them securely within that window, by which the tercel would come to his lady. Ah, God, that a knight so fair might not see nor hear of this wrong, and that there should be none to show him of such treason.

On the morrow the husband arose very early, at daybreak, saying that he should hunt within the wood. His sister made the doors fast behind him, and returned to her bed to sleep, because it was yet but dawn. The lady lay awake, considering of the knight whom she loved so loyally. Tenderly she called him to her side. Without any long tarrying the bird came flying at her will. He flew in at the open window, and was entangled amongst the blades of steel. One blade pierced his body so deeply, that the red blood gushed from the wound. When the falcon knew that his hurt was to death, he forced himself to pass the barrier, and coming before his lady fell upon her bed, so that the sheets were dabbled with his blood. The lady looked upon her friend and his wound, and was altogether anguished and distraught.

"Sweet friend," said the knight, "it is for you that my life is lost. Did I not speak truly that if our loves were known, very surely I should be slain?"

On hearing these words the lady's head fell upon the pillow, and for a space she lay as she were dead. The knight cherished her sweetly. He prayed her not to sorrow overmuch, since she should bear a son who would be her exceeding comfort. His name should be called Yonec. He would prove a valiant knight, and would avenge both her and him by slaying their enemy. The knight could stay no longer, for he was bleeding to death from his hurt. In great dolour of mind and body he flew from the chamber. The lady pursued the bird with many shrill cries. In her desire to follow him she sprang forth from the window. Marvellous it was that she was not killed outright, for the window was fully twenty feet from the ground.

When the lady made her perilous leap she was clad only in her shift. Dressed in this fashion she set herself to follow the knight by the drops of blood which dripped from his wound. She went along the road that he had gone before, till she lighted on a little lodge. This lodge had but one door, and it was stained with blood. By the marks on the lintel she knew that Eudemarec had refreshed him in the hut, but she could not tell whether he was yet within. The damsel entered in the lodge, but all was dark, and since she might not find him, she came forth, and pursued her way. She went so far that at the last the lady came to a very fair meadow.

She followed the track of blood across this meadow, till she saw a city near at hand. This fair city was altogether shut in with high walls. There was no house, nor hall, nor tower, but shone bright as silver, so rich were the folk who dwelt therein. Before the town lay a still water. To the right spread a leafy wood, and on the left hand, near by the keep, ran a clear river. By this broad stream the ships drew to their anchorage, for there were above three hundred lying in the haven. The lady entered in the city by the postern gate. The gouts of freshly fallen blood led her through the streets to the castle. None challenged her entrance to the city; none asked of her business in the streets; she passed neither man nor woman upon her way. Spots of red blood lay on the staircase of the palace.

The lady entered and found herself within a low ceiled room, where a knight was sleeping on a pallet. She looked upon his face and passed beyond. She came within a larger room, empty, save for one lonely couch, and for the knight who slept thereon. But when the lady entered in the third chamber she saw a stately bed, that well she knew to be her friend's. This bed was of inwrought gold, and was spread with silken cloths beyond price. The furniture was worth the ransom of a city, and waxen torches in sconces of silver lighted the chamber, burning night and day. Swiftly as the lady had come she knew again her friend, directly she saw him with her eyes. She hastened to the bed, and incontinently swooned for grief. The knight clasped her in his arms, bewailing his wretched lot, but when she came to her mind, he comforted her as sweetly as he might.

"Fair friend, for God's love I pray you get from hence as quickly as you are able. My time will end before the day, and my household, in their wrath, may do you a mischief if you are found in the castle. They are persuaded that by reason of your love I have come to my death. Fair friend, I am right heavy and sorrowful because of you."

The lady made answer,

"Friend, the best thing that can befall me is that we shall die together. How may I return to my husband? If he finds me again he will certainly slay me with the sword."

The knight consoled her as he could. He bestowed a ring upon his friend, teaching her that so long as she wore the gift, her husband would think of none of these things, nor care for her person, nor seek to revenge him for his wrongs. Then he took his sword and rendered it to the lady, conjuring her by their great love, never to give it to the hand of any, till their son should be counted a brave and worthy knight. When that time was come she and her lord would go together with the son to a feast. They would lodge in an Abbey, where should be seen a very fair tomb. There her son must be told of this death; there he must be girt with this sword. In that place shall be rehearsed the tale of his birth, and his father, and all this bitter wrong. And then shall be seen what he will do.

When the knight had shown his friend all that was in his heart, he gave her a bliaut, passing rich, that she might clothe her body, and get her from the palace. She went her way, according to his command, bearing with her the ring, and the sword that was her most precious treasure. She had not gone half a mile beyond the gate of the city when she heard the clash of bells, and the cries of men who lamented the death of their lord. Her grief was such that she fell four separate times upon the road, and four times she came from out her swoon. She bent her steps to the lodge where her friend had refreshed him, and rested for awhile. Passing beyond she came at last to her own land, and returned to her husband's tower. There, for many a day, she dwelt in peace, since—as Eudemarec foretold—her lord gave no thought to her outgoings, nor wished to avenge him, neither spied upon her any more.

In due time the lady was delivered of a son, whom she named Yonec. Very sweetly nurtured was the lad. In all the realm there was not his like for beauty and generosity, nor one more skilled with the spear. When he was of a fitting age the King dubbed him knight. Hearken now, what chanced to them all, that selfsame year.

It was the custom of that country to keep the feast of St. Aaron with great pomp at Caerleon, and many another town besides. The husband rode with his friends to observe the festival, as was his wont. Together with him went his wife and her son, richly apparelled. As the roads were not known of the company, and they feared to lose their way, they took with them a certain youth to lead them in the straight path. The varlet brought them to a town; in all the world was none so fair. Within this city was a mighty Abbey, filled with monks in their holy habit. The varlet craved a lodging for the night, and the pilgrims were welcomed gladly of the monks, who gave them meat and drink near by the Abbot's table. On the morrow, after Mass, they would have gone their way, but the Abbot prayed them to tarry for a little, since he would show them his chapter house and dormitory, and all the offices of the Abbey. As the Abbot had sheltered them so courteously, the husband did according to his wish.

Immediately that the dinner had come to an end, the pilgrims rose from table, and visited the offices of the Abbey. Coming to the chapter house they entered therein, and found a fair tomb, exceeding great, covered with a silken cloth, banded with orfreys of gold. Twenty torches of wax stood around this rich tomb, at the head, the foot, and the sides. The candlesticks were of fine gold, and the censer swung in that chantry was fashioned from an amethyst. When the pilgrims saw the great reverence vouchsafed to this tomb, they inquired of the guardians as to whom it should belong, and of the lord who lay therein. The monks commenced to weep, and told with tears, that in that place was laid the body of the best, the bravest, and the fairest knight who ever was, or ever should be born. "In his life he was King of this realm, and never was there so worshipful a lord. He was slain at Caerwent for the love of a lady of those parts. Since then the country is without a King. Many a day have we waited for the son of these luckless lovers to come to our land, even as our lord commanded us to do."

When the lady heard these words she cried to her son with a loud voice before them all.

"Fair son," said she, "you have heard why God has brought us to this place. It is your father who lies dead within this tomb. Foully was he slain by this ancient Judas at your side."

With these words she plucked out the sword, and tendered him the glaive that she had guarded for so long a season. As swiftly as she might she told the tale of how Eudemarec came to have speech with his friend in the guise of a hawk; how the bird was betrayed to his death by the jealousy of her lord; and of Yonec the falcon's son. At the end she fell senseless across the tomb, neither did she speak any further word until the soul had gone from her body. When the son saw that his mother lay dead upon her lover's grave, he raised his father's sword and smote the head of that ancient traitor from his shoulders. In that hour he avenged his father's death, and with the same blow gave quittance for the wrongs of his mother. As soon as these tidings were published abroad, the folk of that city came together, and setting the body of that fair lady within a coffin, sealed it fast, and with due rite and worship placed it beside the body of her friend. May God grant them pardon and peace. As to Yonec, their son, the people acclaimed him for their lord, as he departed from the church.

Those who knew the truth of this piteous adventure, after many days shaped it to a Lay, that all men might learn the plaint and the dolour that these two friends suffered by reason of their love.

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theheartpyre · 1 year

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Logan’s perfectly safe, not at all terrible adventure through a castle

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A few years before the events of The Heart Pyre, Logan is busy sneaking his way from adventure to adventure (all totally safe and definitely legal). On his way through the province of Mohregi (lovely spot for a picnic during the summer) he hears that people are confused by the fancy, new sickhouse not opening to the public. Why did Count Yonec build the place and invite doctors from far away places, if the people who are sick can’t go to them? Well, the easiest way to an answer is to ask the Count himself (or, to be really certain, look at his private documents). Luckily for Logan, it’s the birthday of the Count’s daughter, and she really likes throwing parties.

1: Logan arrives at the castle

2: Logan approaches Lady Ined

3: He grabs a glass of wine and offers it to Lady Ined with a smile

4: He wishes Lady Ined happy birthday and says it is nice to meet her again

5: After talking to Lady Ined for a while, Logan leans in closer and whispers into her ear that he would like to talk to her in private

6: Lady Ined leads Logan to her favourite spot in the castle - a small, secondary greenhouse on the third floor of the southern wing

7: Logan asks to know more about the greenhouse and Lady Ined tells him her mother, who passed away a couple of years ago, used to spend a lot of time in it

8: Logan propose to Lady Ined to take a stroll through the castle to cheer her up

9: Logan notices a door at the end of the corridor where faint notches have been etched into the floor

10: Logan asks about the door but Lady Ined dismisses him

11: Logan asks about the notches in the floor and Lady Ined starts crying and telling him her family has a dark secret

12: Logan offers to go back down with Lady Ined but she says she can’t take it anymore and that someone needs to know about their secret

13: Lady Ined leads Logan into the room. It is damp and dimly lit, and a curtain separates the two halves of the room 14: Logan turns to his right and look through the documents. They are medical records indicating that Lady Ined’s mother is not dead. A letter from a doctor urges Count Yoned to take his wife to the new sickhouse

15: Logan turns to Lady Ined and to ask about the documents. She tells Logan about how her father couldn’t let go of his mother. She pushes the curtains aside, and reveals a sickly woman lying in a bed, covered in vines

16: You approach and ask Lady Ined what she wants you to do. She says what they are doing to her mother is cruel, that they shouldn’t keep her between life and death, and asks you to free her

17: CONCLUSION: You cut Lady Ined’s mother free of the vines, wrap her in the bedsheets she’s lying on, carry her to the greenhouse, and together with Lady Ined, you bury her in a pot of soil

#I saw a few people create these kinds of adventures on here so I thought making my own would be fun #considering the interactivity of the podcast and all #depending on which way everyone will vote it can go right into a horror story lmao #also let's just consider this semi canon depending on which ending we'll get #the heart pyre #logan's adventure

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ok part two!! here we have resources on marie de france, arthuriana, chaucer, margery kempe etc. (part one here)

MARIE DE FRANCE

Marie de France https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/the-lays-and-fables-of-marie-de-france Love and Chivalry in the Middle Ages https://www.bl.uk/medieval-literature/articles/love-and-chivalry-in-the-middle-ages Courtly love http://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/item107724.html More on the lais of Marie de France. https://medieval-kingfisher.commons.yale-nus.edu.sg/2021/07/30/thelaisofmariedefrance/

On Mrs B's noselessness http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2012/06/got-your-nose-bisclavret-defaces-his.html On the werewolf's hybridity (among other things). This is my favorite essay ever. http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2011/10/werewolfs-indifference.html On Bisclavret's "prey and plunder." http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2012/06/bisclavrets-secret-diet.html Werewolves as a Metaphor for Domestic Abusers https://www.publicmedievalist.com/werewolf-abuse/ "The Lai of Bisclavret's Wife". Yes, my professor linked us to AO3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/137548?fbclid=IwAR3X8BxhTgjiG1MJ2FafGXN-1qWlSQNh4y3ZGofs7ziewgTO59GyKFkRUEA

Character analysis of Lanval http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/spring2008/daniel/lanval/lanval.htm More on Lanval. https://medieval-kingfisher.commons.yale-nus.edu.sg/2021/10/08/lanval/ Sir Launfal is a late 14th C analogue of the Lanval story by Thomas Chestre. Intro https://d.lib.rochester.edu/teams/text/laskaya-and-salisbury-middle-english-breton-lays-sir-launfal-introduction Poem https://d.lib.rochester.edu/teams/text/laskaya-and-salisbury-middle-english-breton-lays-sir-launfal

Text of Yonec, Marie de France (translation: Judith P. Shoaf) https://people.clas.ufl.edu/jshoaf/files/yonec.pdf More on Yonec. https://medieval-kingfisher.commons.yale-nus.edu.sg/2021/10/08/yonec/ On the mal mariee. Mal-mariée – The Medieval Kingfisher (yale-nus.edu.sg)

“Comedy gold from The Toast.” http://the-toast.net/2015/09/15/how-to-tell-if-you-are-in-a-lai-of-marie-de-france/

SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT

Character overview of Gawain from The Camelot Project https://d.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/theme/gawain British Library general intro: https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight Simon Armitage's intro: https://www.bl.uk/medieval-literature/articles/sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight-an-introduction Multiple resources for SGGK http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/gawainre.htm Damian Fleming on Sir Gawain's impostor syndrome https://medievalfleming.wordpress.com/2019/03/13/sir-gawains-impostor-syndrome/?fbclid=IwAR3_ex6_oXg6N1QgY4lrBsCF9rH4OpHBtj5RiPyv8V8dbZDvzYPoKhQBVhA PDF of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight in the Broadview Anthology. (starts on page 7) https://cpb-us-w2.wpmucdn.com/blogs.cofc.edu/dist/0/550/files/2014/09/09-04-readings-1789szr.pdf

Daniel Mallory Ortberg's take on SGGK from The Toast is one of my professor’s favorite things ever: http://the-toast.net/2015/06/03/sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight/ Fascinating take on SGGK as told by Lady Bertilak https://uncannymagazine.com/article/green-knights-wife/?fbclid=IwAR2qpmeZf2KTvBOGnkeXCI4Zd-8IvRYRXpCXTIiKVKmMZlZcyunwprusWeY

CHAUCER’S CANTERBURY TALES

Chaucer's Middle English https://opencanterburytales.dsl.lsu.edu/refmideng/ Some notes on Middle English. https://www.bl.uk/medieval-literature/articles/middle-english Middle English Dictionary https://quod.lib.umich.edu/m/middle-english-dictionary/dictionary The Great Vowel Shift https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/great-vowel-shift Open Access Companion to The Canterbury Tales. https://opencanterburytales.dsl.lsu.edu/?fbclid=IwAR2ROvmqffM6t4og7ffZW7wlipYQRI5X9IFHgIgCt1GU4gkAr5TURH2grJo Harvard's Geoffrey Chaucer website. https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/ British Library Canterbury Tales resources. https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/the-canterbury-tales-by-geoffrey-chaucer The Chaucer Metapage filled with great resources http://chaucermetapage.org/ Luminarium http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/canterbury.htm

Medievalist.net Chaucer Resources https://www.medievalists.net/2016/01/chaucers-the-canterbury-tales-in-middle-english/ Canterbury Tales App! https://www.medievalists.net/2020/02/the-canterbury-tales-the-app/ Pilgrimage in the Middle Ages https://thebecketstory.org.uk/pilgrimage Becket's murder/martyrdom https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/martyrdom-thomas-%C3%A0-becket Some contextual background for the General Prologue. https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/general-prologue Some background on the motif of spring in the medieval romance tradition https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/spring Hear some of the GP read aloud in Middle English here http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/gp.htm

Medieval scholars reading aloud! https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/ Interlinear translation https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/general-prologue-0 E. Talbot Donaldson's classic essay, "Chaucer the Pilgrim" https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/e-talbot-donaldson-chaucer-pilgrim The opening section of TS Eliot's poem, The Wasteland, takes its inspiration from the GP. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47311/the-waste-land

Miller’s tale context and background https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/millers-tale-0 General info about the tale, the fabliaux genre, poetic form, etc. http://faculty.goucher.edu/eng211/miller.htm https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/fabliaux Some context for the ubiquitous theme of cuckoldry in medieval literature, and the term's modern co-optation by the far right. https://going-medieval.com/2018/09/07/on-cuckolding-a-thing/

The Miller's description from the GP read aloud https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/the-general-prologue-the-millers-portrait-alfred-david/ The Miller's Prologue read aloud https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/the-millers-prologue-complete/ A section of the Miller's Tale read aloud https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/the-millers-tale-nicholas-seduces-alisoun/

Some background on social mobility and class conflict in England after the Black Death. https://lsaw.lib.lehigh.edu/index.php/williams/article/view/144/31

Kathy Lavezzo, "Protest, Complaint, and Uprising in the Miller’s Tale" https://opencanterburytales.dsl.lsu.edu/milt1/

Prioress’s Tale context and background https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/prioress-tale The Prioress' description from the GP read aloud https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/the-general-prologue-the-prioresss-portrait-ii-118-162-baragona/

Amy Kaufman, "Anti-Semitism Is Older Than You Think" https://www.publicmedievalist.com/anti-semitism-older-think/ The story of Little St Hugh of Lincoln https://jewinthepew.org/2015/08/27/27-august-1255-jews-accused-of-ritual-murder-of-little-saint-hugh-of-lincoln/ Emily Steiner, “The Prioress’s Tale: Relating to the Past, Imagining the Past, Using the Past” https://opencanterburytales.dsl.lsu.edu/prt1/

Wife of Bath context and background https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/tale Interlinear translation https://chaucer.fas.harvard.edu/pages/wife-baths-prologue-and-tale-0 The WoB's Tale, lines 1073-1174, read aloud https://alanbaragona.wordpress.com/the-criyng-and-the-soun/wife-of-baths-tale-ll-1073-1124-the-wedding-night/

Carissa M. Harris, “Rape and Justice in the Wife of Bath’s Tale” https://opencanterburytales.dsl.lsu.edu/wobt1/ Irina Dumitrescu & Mary Wellesley discuss the WoB on their podcast, Close Encounters with Medieval Women. https://www.lrb.co.uk/podcasts-and-videos/podcasts/close-readings/encounters-with-medieval-women-storyteller

THE WEDDING OF SIR GAWAIN AND DAME RAGNELLE

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell Introduction https://d.lib.rochester.edu/teams/text/hahn-sir-gawain-wedding-of-sir-gawain-and-dame-ragnelle-introduction Text https://d.lib.rochester.edu/teams/text/hahn-sir-gawain-wedding-of-sir-gawain-and-dame-ragnelle

Character overview of The Loathly Lady from The Camelot Project The Loathly Lady | Robbins Library Digital Projects (rochester.edu) The Toast again. http://the-toast.net/2016/05/26/the-wedding-of-sir-gawain-and-dame-ragnell/

MARGERY KEMPE

Lynn Staley, Introduction to The Book of Margery Kempe: A New Translation, Contexts, Criticism https://d.lib.rochester.edu/teams/text/staley-book-of-margery-kempe-introduction Mary Wellesley, "Women's Voices in the Medieval Period" https://www.bl.uk/medieval-literature/articles/womens-voices-in-the-medieval-period

Background on Margery

https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/the-book-of-margery-kempe Images from The Book of Margery Kempe https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/early-printed-extracts-of-margery-kempes-book

"Archive find shows medieval mystic Margery Kempe's autobiography 'doesn't lie'" https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/may/08/archive-find-shows-medieval-mystic-margery-kempes-autobiography-doesnt-lie Possible 15th C recipe meant to cure Margery's fits? https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/feb/28/recipe-found-in-medieval-mystics-writings-was-probably-for-drugges-margery-kempe Excellent post about reading the Book as a constructed text. https://quodshe.blogspot.com/2006/04/calling-margery-kempe-crazy-and-why-it.html?fbclid=IwAR3qZP90X6cf79jmFw4V7DOE0VNJcuiwUl186mQ-avBjaiDBlpNw4ST7L5M

Irina Dumitrescu & Mary Wellesley discuss Margery Kempe on their podcast, Close Encounters with Medieval Women. https://www.lrb.co.uk/podcasts-and-videos/podcasts/close-readings/encounters-with-medieval-women-firebrand

MALORY AND LE MORTE D'ARTHUR

British Library Malory resources http://www.bl.uk/onlinegallery/onlineex/englit/malory/ Legends of King Arthur https://www.bl.uk/medieval-literature/articles/the-legends-of-king-arthur Love & chivalry

#arthuriana #medieval literature #ferrous.txt

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New episode! This one is a two-parter for length reasons, but we'll be dropping the second half next week.

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Alas, poor Yonec! He doesn't feature heavily in this story, despite being its namesake. Instead, join us as we discover how his parents, a fairy bird-man and a hapless damsel with a penchant for swooning, play meta-textual games within their tale. What pros and cons come with knowing you're in a fairy tale, and are they worth it, in the end?

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The Lais of Marie de France

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Pride of Alvez '23 - Heroes of the Past

Kroashent is intended to explore the themes of acceptance, identity and love that Pride represents, and I hope that you come to love these characters as much as I do. I plan on doing a few for this set over the next month, sharing the different identities of Alvez, and of course, our own world.

Happy Pride from Muldumarec and the rest of the Kroashent cast (and of course from Val as well!). Neutral acknowledgement from Talus. Stay proud, stay strong and stay seen!

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Val's Notes: I actually drew this one a year or two ago, but never got a chance to finish/post it (Hence the slight differences in style and composition). I've briefly introduced Muldumarec before, while this is the debut of Talus, the Man of Iron. I hope to draw more of them and their allies in the future though.

The Alliance of the Brekilien were a group of adventurers roughly 800 years before Kathalia's time, and while they do not appear in the present-day, their presence is continually felt by the main cast, and they are known as legendary heroes of times past.

Muldumarec Artegall, AKA the Goshawk Knight, was the Princet of Cleopolis, an Eladan City-State in the Fortunate Isles, and Leader of the Knights of Maidenhead, a Knightly Order of the Sidhe. Seeking adventure, they set out for the continent as a knight errant, coming into conflict with the Lethan warlord Conomor. Muldumarec positioned themself in opposition to the Black Dog, becoming his primary adversary.

Talus, the Man of Iron, is the precursor of the Brassguard, complex automata that are found across Alvez. Signficantly more powerful and complex than these later creations, they appear singleminded in their actions, but act according to their own unique agency, unlike those that follow them. They serve as Muldumarec's companion, for reasons no one can quite figure out, as the flamboyant, passionate Muldumarec and the taciturn, calculating Talus seem like odd friends, which the former insists they are.

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Deep cut notes: Muldumarec is inspired by a combination of two sources. Firstly, Edmund Spenser's the Fairie Queene, a 1590 epic poem that somehow manages to play the tropes of Courtly Love and Knights in Shining Armor completely straight, and yet surprisingly innovative and subversive for the time, with female warriors kicking ass, non-traditional romantic relationships and robot superheroes (Again, this is 1590).

The other inspiration is the Lai of Yonec by Marie de France, a Medieval poem about a princess and a shapeshifting knight that starts as Rapunzel and ends as a revenge plot. Its pretty amazing, and, together with a few others of Marie's works, is a foundational part of Kroashent. The Knight, Muldumarec, is a fae shapeshifter, who at one point very casually takes the Princess's form and place to prove they are not a demon. So, when developing Muldumarec for Kroashent, it seemed a good fit for the character to have that same casual fluidity.

Talus is another character borrowed from Spenser, because there was no way I was going to find out about a Renaissance Vigilante Robot superhero and not make use of that. Talus is a mechanical man, the companion of Sir Artegall, and the embodiment of untempered justice. While Artegall represents Justice balanced with human empathy, Talus is Justice in its purest, coldest form. Its a pretty intriguing allegory that just happens to read like a medieval Justice League.

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More Kroashent Pride:

Alptraum: https://www.tumblr.com/kroashent/719492538159988736/pride-of-alvez-23-ace-inventor-kroashent-is?source=share

Marie deCygne and Morgiana: https://www.tumblr.com/kroashent/719679929331204096/pride-of-alvez-23-song-and-dance-kroashent-is?source=share

Kathalia Bisclavret and Gwae: https://www.tumblr.com/kroashent/720040226101313536/pride-of-alvez-23-gwaethalia-kroashent-is?source=share

#kroashent #happy pride 🌈#pride 2023 #pride art #nonbinary #nb #enby #lgbt #transgender #Muldumarec Artegall #Talus

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essayly · 1 year

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FOR NYANA ONLY PLEASE

Hi nyana. I have a British English midterm due 3/22/17 by 11pm. Its two short answers and an essay. You must choose two of the short answer questions. The easiest to choose would probably be Beowulf, Sir Orfeo, and Bisclavret and Yonec. So please choose two out of questions 2 (Sir Orfeo), 3 (Beowulf), and 5 (Bisclavret and Yonec). Thats the first part. The second part is the essay. You can pick…

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