Long ago, there existed an extravagant kingdom, Camelot; which was ruled by the great king Arthur and his Queen, Guenever. Now, most of you probably think that this is going to be written just like every other medieval story about a great ‘male’ hero who saves the day, mentioning all of his spectacular deeds and adventures. Well, guess what, you are so totally and completely wrong; women are the true heroes. So we’re going to tell you the story behind all of those stories you’ve grown up with.
Throughout Malory’s’ books, it is told of knights going out and saving women from evil giants and kidnapers. One exception was when Elizabeth, Tristram’s mother goes out to save her husband, King Meliodas from his female captor. Elizabeth was heavy with child yet she still went on this journey through the woods to retrieve her husband; unfortunately, she died before she could save him. These stories of women saving the day are failed to mention otherwise.
You know that story about Excalibur and how no one could pull it out of the stone? Did anyone notice that the one wielding it before it was in the stone was the lady of the lake? Maybe it was actually not meant to be wielded by men at all. If so, how did King Arthur come to wield it? This is where our real story begins, how King Arthur came to wield the great sword Excalibur.
“Arthur, come hither. It is time for your sword training,” in the background you hear footsteps of a young child approaching.
Arthur comes into view with his arms crossed defiantly, “Merlin, it is not worth mine effort to lift the sword.”
Looking down at Arthur, Merlin picks up the sword and passes it forcefully, “how does thee expect to be a great king if thine sword skills are not worked upon.”
A stressful look crosses Arthurs face as he drops the sword, “Merlin! Did ye bestow a spell upon thine sword? How do ye expect me to lift that disgusting wooden sword if ye bestow a heavy spell upon it?”
Shaking his head, Merlin responds, “I have done nothing to thine sword, you are but a boy. Ye must practice, else ye will never grow to be big and strong.”
Bending down, young Arthur again attempts to lift the sword unsuccessfully as his arms shake with strain.
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All around the sky is breathing in the wonderful smell of flowers; so many vivid colors of spring attracting the eyes of all who pass by with the sun making its way slowly to the highest point. In the middle of the field not far from the castle of Camelard, we see a bright patch of clothing hidden among the flowers swinging from side to side in joy. Off in the distance, a name is called, “Guenever . . . Princess Guenever.” In the field, the clothe stops moving and disappears into the flowers to be replaced by a face of mischievousness. A girl somewhere in the middle of puberty, with the face of a young woman and hidden features of a child.
Walking up to the princess, the governess squats down, grabs the edge of her dress and wipes the smudges off the young girls face, “dear me, Guenny, what shall we do with ye? Always running off and playing in such dirty fields. Does thine see any other princesses dirtying themselves up? Ye have to attend the festival today remember.”
Grasping her governess’ hands, she looks into her eyes and says, “I know, I’ll be up in but a moment, simply allow me the pleasure of playing a bit longer.”
For a few moments they simply sit there and stare into each other’s face. Slowly, the stern face turns to love, “Ye always convinces me to thine will.” Pulling her close, the governess gives princess Guenever a big bear hug. Letting go, she turns and walks back towards the castle, “I expect ye back before midday, else I come back with a vengeance.”
