Sir Robin: My dear knights, it is I! The brave Sir Robin w-
Minstrel: [singing] who ran away...who bravely ran away away...
Sir Robin: No! I did no such thing! Let me expla-
Minstrel: [singing] When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
Sir Robin: I did not! If you'd just let me tell them tha-
Minstrel: [singing] Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out. When dangerous things came in his path, he bravely ran and saved his ass
Sir Robin: I did not chicken out!! I just did not want to die! Is that so bad?! I want to explain tha-
Minstrel: [singing] Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave Sir Robin.
Sir Robin: hush! No more words from you! Begone! Now, let me begin my tale....

Knights and ladies of the court,

Alas, I have finally met my demise by being thrown into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. But, I am proud to say that I did so bravely! After Sir Lancelot, did you see King Arthur go next? Galahad? Bedevere? No! It was I, the brave Sir Robin you went second! But am I remembered for that? No. Rather I am remembered as the knight who nearly faught the Dragon of Angnor, who nearly went up against the vicious Chicken of Bristol, and who at wet himself at- well, lets not talk about that.
But why must I be remembered as the only coward?! Do you all not remember Culhwch who had King Arthur and his knights complete all his tasks for him? Lanval who had to have a woman come along and save him? I was certainly not the only coward in the court my friends!
Rather, let's remember me for the bravery I showed! I attempted to slay that very terrifying, cruel, and bloodthirsty Rabbit of Caerbannog along with King Arthur and his knights! I also-well...well I! No...perhaps that was the only brave deed I had (besides going second at the gorge of eternal peril, remember that!) but I did have my brave moments.
I ask you my dear knights, please remember me for the heroic knigh I...well, attempted to be. At least I attempted! I was just not found of dying. Who in there right mind would want to? But nevertheless I put myself in harms way, just managed to escape in the end. I mean sure, I ran away from a fight with the Three-Headed Giant, but did you not hear what they were saying?! They were planning to kill me then have tea, of course I ran away! No no wait! I didn't run away, it just seemed to be a family affair and I did not want to intrude and I- well you get my point.
Remember me not as a chicken, a coward, a not-so-brave knight, but rather as a man who valued his life enough to not waste it!
Wish me luck down here in the gorge of eternal peril. I'm stuck down here with Galahad who won't shut up about how he never got a chance with women, blah blah blah...

-Sir Robin


Oh, I also asked my dear Minstrel to add a picture here for you all to remember me. A picture that truly captures my heroic essence and the shows the brave knight I was. Enjoy!
 
 
I awoke, in my bed, in what I thought of as the time in which I was originally from. Well, I thought to myself, that was a strange dream… or was it a dream? Here I am, back in the time of my birth, having experienced something too vivid and…. too real to be a hallucination. Amazing. I appear to have just travelled through time and space, only to, upon my death in that “time,” have been transported back to my “present.” 

Can this be real? How can I even know? Perhaps this is just a dream. But no - I remember something that seemed like a grave wound and death coming upon me… and then just falling asleep, only to awaken back here, in what appears to be my bedroom in Connecticut.

As soon as I gathered my thoughts, I rushed to my bookshelf to see if there was any mention of the events that I had supposedly witnessed in my history books. Only a few brief mentions of me - but it appears that maybe my journey was no imaginative trip, but was actually “real.” How could this be? I must do some research now and determine the truth of this. Was all the progress I made real? Did that all happen? Was I really "Sir Boss" in the Arthurian court? If all else fails, I must travel to England and find out. Perhaps somewhere, in some castle or in some library, there are records or messages left to me. 

 
 
Woe is me fair knights of the round table, a great challenge has befallen me.  In his time of passing, the great and noble King Arthur, slain by Mordrid, bestow unto me the task, or i should say Curse of disposing of his mighty sword, Excalibur. He cried out to me, "I order you to throw my sword into the water and then come back and tell me what you saw there."  I am on my way right now to this body of water nearby the battlefield, i wonder out loud to myself....what a waste this would be.  Here in my possession is the mightiest of all swords, it could be used for such power, wielded by the best knights in the world, and i am supposed to just cast it out into the lake and never see it again?  What kind of a man would waste such a gift from the heavens?  A fool, thats who.  But alas, it is Arthurs command to do this task, and his words carry such power.  I ask you, friends of mine, knights of the round tables and wise folk, what would you have me do with such a power, this sword that shines so bright in the night.  Cast it into the waters, never to be seen again?  Or keep it by my side, and find a rightful owner, whether that be me, or another knight worthy of Excalibur. 
 
 
  These writings sadden me. "Stories" they call them. Or called them rather, now that I am returned they call them "histories" instead. I've had but a moment's rest... and yet they - these tiny "Britons" - tell me that millenia have passed. What's more, they tell me I am to save them.... They certainly look fragile enough - the tallest of them stands as my equal only when I am sitting - yet who am I to save them?
   The blade that ended me may well have been my own and not Mordred's. When I began my reign, I was a worthy servant to my people. I thought only of protecting the weak and defending the helpless. How did it come to this? The nervousness I felt at my responsibilities faded over the years, replaced hubris and blood lust. From the slight paid me by Rome, I crafted the idea of conquering it, all in service of my glory while my people suffered without the service I was obligated to provide. Thoughts of my people turned to thoughts of myself, and the thrill of battle and of taking a man's life - asserting ultimate power over my foes - drowned the humbler bearings and noble intentions that I had previously held. 
   Alas, these ponderings will not serve. As a king I failed, and I was justly punished for it. Now I must be a savior, and I fear my faults taking hold of me once more yet I must succeed! Perhaps God himself sent me here to redeem my people as well as myself. Yes. I can do this, these Britons are in dire need, and yet how to help? I shall have to think more on this matter later, my bite-sized companions wish to teach me more of their language. 
                                    -Arthur, king no more
 
 
    This quest was like no other that I have ever taken. It was not a simple duel or a devastating battle but a play of deceit and mere sin over all. I was tricked by a women like most other Knights. My story didn't end in death as many do instead I must bear the quilt and sin of a man tricked by a women. This is not something easy to talk about for a Knight but how am I supposed to be an honorable Knight if I don't show honor in my death? 

    I know that my fellow Knights are trying to make me feel better about it by wearing the green it only reminds me of the cowardice way that I acted. The sympathy they are giving seems to make things worst. I should not be getting sympathy while so many fall to sin and never get up. Wha
 
 
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Oh what a wicked web we weave when we practice in deceit. I still look back in awe on the crafty black magic of Merlin, and sit in shame, how he manipulated me to his own selfish ends. My love was reserved for one man, the Duke, and now I am sealed to the day I die to Uther, a Queen in a game of shadows bound by plots of wicked men. Uther’s lust and unquenchable desire to have me led the death of my one true love and the birth of my child, Arthur. My thoughts race when I think of who has been entrusted to rear this boy, what hand do I have in shaping him?

The plot of Merlin and Uther to deceive me speaks volumes to their character.  The thirst for power, obtaining it by any means necessary, is truly disgusting. These men are not honorable and deserve judgment.  I only hope that the child I birthed will not seek vengeance on the men that separated us. What power do I have in this court? My own fury will be my death, my only choice is to remain silent and honor the King, pretending that I am loyal and hold no ill will to my husband.

There are so many regrets that I have for my life and the life of the duke, I wish I never met Uther. I wish he never laid on eyes on me and I remained in Tintagel.  Although, my fate is sealed I do believe that I will have my revenge in one way or another.






                 

 
 
With that last yell, my voice has cracked. No longer can I speak, and even if I did speak, there would be only two corpses to speak with. Two corpses that laugh in my face. They taunt me, mock me, make a fool out of me. Nothing grows in this tomb except for my own anger. Not for her, though. I find anger in my own lack of wisdom. How was I unable to see this trickery? Of course, I would not have. I should have seen the error of my ways. Should have known that I was far too old a man to be chasing after a young beauty like Viviane. She went along with my passions, though, because she was young and did not know what else to do. She could have said, "No! Merlin. No more! I will not have you at me like a sword impaled to a knights shield!"

I no longer think about the hours that pass in a day. If you would have me claw at the lid that covers me, you're in no such luck. I will no pound, nor will I try to kick. If anyone hears me, it will only be myself. For, there is no one who could lift this boulder off of me if they wanted to. Only she can do it. Viviane is the only one. And, I still believe that she will return to me, once she is wiser and older.
But no. I cannot believe that.
I've been in here so long that even my own tricks will not work against me. Thoughts leave the mind and bounce off of the walls, only to strike me where I lie.

The two lovers have spoken to me since. I've heard their whispers. I sometimes feel their cold breathe against my neck. If I open my eyes into the darkness, I see the whites of their eyes like four tiny crystal balls. Only the whites. There is no color or hue left in the dead. They stare back at me as blank as a parchment without ink. God has not placed His good will unto me. Satan must be laughing in hell. But, I cannot know. One of the two lovers has grabbed me since, forgetting that I was there. They were not so happy to find that someone was intruding on their love. Now they bite at my fingertips every chance they get.
"Stop! Stop!" I try to speak, but no words come out.
 It is as if my mind is locked within itself. I've forgotten colors and memories, never mind cast a spell. I've forgotten my King, and his court. All that remains is the face of my love. Vivi. She still holds a place near to me. I can still hear her voice and smell the lake on her clothes. Ah, what a beautiful lake we had together. Such a magnificent sight. That place was an oasis. I can never forget it. And all over again, these images of Vivianne come back. And all over again I am tormented.

There's not much more of me left. All words have been lost. There is no reason to anything anymore. Just Vivianne. Just her.



 
 
To my fellow members of the court: 

My beloved Tristan is no longer with us.  Tristan has died before me, and I can not hold myself together.  Tristan died for our precious love that we forever have held onto, and will continue to be together in the end.  I'd like to address the roundtable that my grief is to strong to withstand.  Tristan could not bare without the love of us together that he found another Ysolt.  But only it was the Ysolt of White Hands.  They did not share the love we had, the beauty   If i could only have been the one who had shared our love together.  As the queen, what shall I do?  How should I bear to live life without the knight I am supposed to be with?

I had left him alone all too long for which case I was not able to save him.  It's all my fault!  I could have been the one to save him and we could have lived a happy life together.  I must lay down with my beloved Tristan for good.  I can not leave him alone any longer.  It is all I know what to do now.


 
 

*(Like blogs #1-#2, Lanval is still daydreaming to himself and
waits at his hostel for Guinevere’s party)


To the Knights and Ladies;

 The religious festival, “Feast of Whitsun at Winchester” has
arrived and our illustrious Arthur has finished reviewing the past year with his
accountants, and on bridging those individuals’ discrepancies with the clergy. I
know of this festive celebration because I’ve attended many, and after, left
only with a smattering of the gala’s spiritual wealth. This year I expect
Lancelot will be the celebrity of the celebration. Sir Perceval and Galahad
should be receiving their accolades for noble actions too. At this festival,
Arthur shall again bestow his/ and the kingdoms gifts upon his Roundtable
Knights; moreover, and as usual the counts and barons shall also receive their
fair share. I hope that the event goes as well as it has in previous years, I
have a hunch it will.

 Again, I wait for the party and wonder about that merrymaking,
and how it will affect the Ideal of the
Roundtable
, myself. Although, mine treatment to date, then/ as now being
expressive of those with less, I’m still cheerful. I am hopeful things will
change. It has given me strength, and as a witness to past gift giving, the
festivals have bestowed awareness. I know if my intuitions are right, Arthur and
his (extra, ha-ha!) knights will be expecting me at this feast, to attend and
lift their gratuitous spirit with a story. It has been my providence to know
whence my presence is most desired by their company. Also, I still hope the
Roundtable Knights are not too curious about my past vows of poverty. My recent
display of kingly generosity most likely has brought their mind to that
otherwise less known secret. I must keep Arthur’s spirit alive; furthermore, let
none know too, of my newfound lady and her generous love. She will cease to be a
part of my life, if anyone finds out about her.
 
*(Gawain and his entourage converge on Lanval’s hostel, and beg
him to go to Guinevere’s party. Lanval finally arrives at the party.)           
 
You would have had to have been there to believe the amount of food, wine, and grog
that was being served at Guinevere’s party. In amount I cannot remember such
abundance at an occasion. The women were beautiful, and the other charged
Knights stoically waited for their favors. I ducked out, and kept a fair
distance from the festivities. A little later, and by chance Guinevere came over
and we talked; furthermore, and to the point about making love. I demanded she
let me go, and told her that I would not betray Arthur. I was later arrested for
propositioning the Queen, but realized it was for my knowing a fairer more
attractive women than her. I was finally overjoyed when my beloved (lady)
sauntered into court, because it was the prerequisite for my being freed from
protective custody. 
 
(After, Lanval reflects on the future King Arthur’s Court)

It all kind of fits and falls into place, my destiny it was inevitable, my arranged
meeting with the fairy lady too. Now, my strength in character comes from
knowing that what was most important in my life King Arthur, and being a Knight
has been battered, and it steers with the blustery weather towards a new quest
of recapture, one reminiscent of the true spirit of my younger
days
 
 
Lords and Ladies of the Court,

I see that my love of Lancelot has been made known and ye seek to judge me. Ye say "Guinevere, she hath loved too much, and her marriage vows are naught!" or "Guinevere, she hath loved too little and gives Lancelot less than he deserves!" Give ye no thought as to what is in my heart and mind? Nay, I am only a woman. And yet, I am Arthur's Queen and if ever there was a woman to hear, it is I! So hear me now. For those who say I am a vow-breaker, what claim has Arthur on me? King Arthur, who would sacrifice his own wife to keep Sir Kay in his court! Noble King Arthur, who could not be bothered to rescue his queen when she is taken! I ask ye, Lords and Ladies, what is there in such a man to love, and does he truly deserve to lay claim upon me?
And to those who say that I love Lancelot too little: Ye say that he hath ridden in a cart for me and endured all manner of shame and hardship that we might be united, yet I have sacrificed nothing and let reason rule me. Oh ye fools! Can ye not see that, were I to show Lancelot the full measure of love I feel for him publicly, our love would be short-lived and end in tragedy? Lancelot can do whatever he likes, say it is for love of the Queen, and none would suspect that it is out of love for Guinevere;  would my husband honestly believe that my attentions are for 'love of the Knight?' No, all would be for Lancelot and all would immediately perceive it. Lancelot and I would find ourselves in mortal peril for my husband is, even with all his shortcomings, a great warrior and a man of greater power. And so I let Reason rule my public actions, that Love might continue to rule my private meetings. Can it truly be called an act of Reason? Nay, my heart tells me that it is an act of Love.

My heart is laid bare for all to see, though it belongs only to Lancelot. Judge me as you will. 


- Queen Guinevere