Knight’s Move
A Venetian sailor brings word of the seer’s projection to English shores. A lascivious drunkard, he spends an evening at a port-side inn regaling his audience with bawdy tales of a beautiful Princess Isabella, marked for death.
Forsooth, I shall forestall this death!
Christa Forster 07:10 on 29/03/2014 Permalink |
Ah, chivalry is not dead!
The Knight 12:15 on 29/03/2014 Permalink |
Fair Christa,
At some point in a future that I will not see, Johan Huizinga, in a scholarly contemplation of chivalry, will declare that a
“Knightly life is a life without historical dimensions”.
I sense that I have come to the right place.