“The Knight of the Ill-Shapen Coat Chooses His Bride” – Artwork by Helen Stratton
je mords la vie ad vitam æternam
Michael Marcus, James Purefoy as King Lot
ARTHURIAN LEGENDS → Morgana Le Fay
“Little and ugly like one of the fairyfolk. Morgaine of the Fairies. So they had taunted her since childhood. She felt a surge of self-hatred, of loathing for her small, dark body, her half-naked limbs, the muddy deerskin. She snatched her damp skirt off the bush and put it on, conscious suddenly of her bare limbs; she wound the filthy deerskin tunic over it. For a moment, as Lancelet looked at her, she felt that he too must think her ugly, barbarian, alien; this exquisite golden creature belonged to his own world.” – The Mists of Avalon
It had to be Rick Wakeman’s “Guinevere”…
Now there is no
Bob Peak
Camelot, 1967
- Voici l’un des croquis préliminaires de Peak.
She smiled back at him – an honest, straight-to-her-core sort of smile that said she was a little embarrassed, and going out on a limb by telling him that. His hand reached forward, almost without him noticing. His fingers touched hers. Her smile waned a bit, but she didn’t look away from him. If anything, her eyes became just a little more intense. Then, light flooded the room as the door opened.
Both Arthur and Guinevere pulled their hands away on reflex.
“There he is,” Kay said.
Arthur pursed his lips together at his brother’s timing.
“Is this a private party, or can any knights join?”
“Wait, wait! Tory said, stopping Kay and Balin, half way through the door. “Were you two having a moment just now?”
“No! the two of them replied.
"Not at all!”
“We were just…”
“Arthur didn’t want anybody downstairs to see that he was up here…”
“So leave the lights off, because…”
“Oh my Grail,” Tory said. “We crashed your moment.
Arthurian Legends 