How To Write A Story Of The Story

In the Pearl Poet’s infamous tale of chivalry and mystery, King Arthur sits on his throne in Camelot, watching as a mysterious Green Knight challenges any knight of King Arthur’s court brave enough to strike him with his axe if he will take a return blow in a year and a day. Although

Now, Sir Agravaine and Sir Mordred plot to find Sir Lancelot and Queen Guenever alone together, while the king is away. The king warns Sir Agravaine and Sir Mordred, “…he will fight with him that bringeth up the noise, and I know no knight that is able to match him” (Location 12836). With King Arthur’s consent, they gather a

Arthur was fortunate to have been granted with a strange dream, and in that dream he saw a vision, a warning, of his foretold future. If he were to fight Sir Modred the upcoming day, not only him,

Not only does this outburst cause Lanval to lose his lover, but now, he must also prove to King Arthur that he did not insult his honor by demeaning the Queen during his fit of rage. If Lanval had not acted this way, he still could have been a successful knight, yet the

Lanval is sure that his lady will not show up, but in reality, she does. Judgement was about to be made “When through the city came riding a girl on horseback.” (Line 548). The way she is described is almost like a knight in shining armor. The sense seems to be that we should identify this lady as magical, almost like a fairy from a realm greater than our own

However, his loyalty to the king was never acknowledged with gifts of women and land like the other knights. The other knights in court envied Lanval, but never stood up for him. The inaction of the other knights to speak up for Lanval showed cowardness and selfishness, representing the weakness of men. The lonely and unappreciated knight wondered in the woods, which lead him to the maiden who cured him of his solitude. In this context, King Arthur who was not capable of giving anything to Lanval, is being replaced by a women. Aside from his title as King, King Arthur did not resemble a leader. Gifting women and land to his knights made him generous, but there was no sign of leadership being told in the

Marie de France’s Lanval is a tale about a knight in King Arthur’s court who meets a lady who happens to be a fairy. Lanval gains her love and she provides him with every generosity that he could possible imagine upon the condition that Lanval not tell anyone of her love for him. When Lanval returns, he is approached by Arthur’s queen for an affair which he declines, and as a result the queen is irritated. Lanval becomes defensive and insults the queen by telling her that his beloved and her servants are “worth” more than her. In his insult to the queen, the existence of his lover is obviously revealed. For the offense of insulting the queen, Lanval is brought before King Arthur. The confrontation between Lanval and King Arthur brings attention to the value of status as a measurement of personal worth in the court of King Arthur.

“Get out of my sight, Arthur!” growled Guinevere. “And never come near me again, you arrogant… toad!”

It’s long lean body cut through the surface like a knife cut through butter. Twin masts carried sails colored in the reds and oranges of House Martell as the cloth billowed in the wind. A briny spray that stung her eyes and tangled her hair as it fell from her braid. Unlike her companions, Alayna thrived in this environment almost as much as she thrived in the Reach. Just as the Reach was part of her and she was part of the Reach. Her heart sang for the sea and the sea called for her. As she was part Tyrell, she was part Redwyne. Two halves of one soul. Two different people coinciding within the same body. In her youth, she had accompanied her mother to the Arbor countless times. Sailing had become an important part of her childhood and taught her many lessons life on land could

Each and every day that Guinevere didn’t come to Arthur, the king worried. What started out as a smoldering flame of concern had now erupted into a full-fledged fire torturing his mind and soul.

“If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.” (Ch. 1- pg.13) These are the words of Lord of the North, an honorable family man, and Hand of the King.

“6 months since Arthur's death and we still have no leads onto where the Sheath is! Everything leads to an dead end! I’m beginning to lose hope that the Excalibur’s scabbard even existed, and if so why didn’t Arthur have it!” muttered Sir Lamorak, tired from a whole day of riding, to the small circle of knights huddled around the small crackling campfire. Lamorak was the sort of man that was scared away most of the men who would oppose him. He was large and intimidating, with a nasty temper. If bears were common in England, he was one to wrestle them.

Leisha Tahaerin takes her throne after the murder of her weak-willed father. Friendless and surrounded by enemies, her position is precarious. While her nobles want her married off quickly or killed quietly, the stubborn, newly-crowned queen has no intention of playing nice.

Lysander: I am ,my lord, as noble and rich as he is. I love Hermia more than he does. My prospects are as good as Demetrius’, if not better. Which is more than all those other things I’m braggin about. Beautiful Hermia loves me. Why should I not be able to marry her? Demetrius, I will say it to his face, courted Nedar’s daughter, Helena, and made her fall in love with him. Sweet lady Helena loves adoringly. She adores this horrible and unfaithful man.

“If it pleases you, Lord Stannis,” she answered with a small nod and turned so that she was by his side again, her dainty hand laid once again in the crook of his arm. She was ready to continue the pretense of walking aimlessly with her betrothed. “Is it true?” she asked then, letting the subject of their destination rest if he would allow it. “My lord husband murdered his father?” She did not bother to conceal her pleasure at the old lion’s fall, nor did she miss the small bloom of pride, somewhere within her, at Tyrion Lannister’s daring. For all of his faults, the Imp had tried to protect her. She could not forgive that Lannister blood flowed through his veins, but he killed the man responsible for the death of Robb and her mother. That counted for