I, Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius Ambrosius the good king of the Britons had been witness to a heavenly sign in the night sky recently in Winchester. At the sight of the star's rays shining over the Irish sea, I was so overcame with awe at the very splendor of the thing that I could not discern it's true meaning. In truth, all I could think of was the beautiful Igerna, wife of Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall. I sought out Geoffrey of Monmouth, who had been there at Winchester to witness the spectacle in the night sky. He had record of the event taking place in his book, The History of the Kings of Britain. In his reading of events, the star in the night sky reached not only far over the Irish sea but extended in the opposite direction into the reaches beyond Gaul territory. Geoffery also explained that the light in the sky infact was a sign indicating the death of my brother, King Aurelius Ambrosius. And indeed, it were true. Aurelius, the greatest king of the Britons has passed leaving none other than me to inherit the crown. Still I cannot understand the meaning of the star, does it signal the death of Britain's greatest king? Perhaps it means to imply the rise an even greater ruler in myself? Surely I will make a great king, and a great king should not be denied his truest passion? Perhaps the star in the sky with it's great ray was meant to show my true love for Igerna,  or even a sign for Gorlois to move on already! In the coming weeks we shall know for certain, for now all I can think of is how to get Igerna to love me.


I pray that the account in Wace's Roman de Brut does not reflect the truth of my own circumstances. Lord, let King Uther, who so generously took me as his wife for the sake of my beloved husband, killed fighting his army, not have deceived me so. Wace does not recount it, but I resisted King Uther's advances. I loved the duke, and was loyal to him. I begged him to take me from King Uther's court, which he did. For that slight against the King, he paid with his life, the very night I lay with a man who had his appearance. It is my eternal shame that I slept with a man not my husband, disguised though he was. To learn that the disguised man was King Uther, the same man that I then married, to whom I even now owe my loyalty as a wife...I could not bear it.  I do hope that my son, whom I was ordered to give up the night of his birth, is like the Arthur of Wace's work, a  "worthy knight," and "good and strong" king. It pained me greatly to read of Arthur's betrayal by his treacherous wife and nephew, even more to think of my own son, my Arthur, coming to such grief. 

 I suppose, when the time comes to read The Prose Merlin, that work which chronicles the version of the story which I have lived, I will find out how much the truth resembles Wace's account.

- Ygerne