those ghastly little traps
Harbormaster: Going to be the next Sir Lancelot, are you?
An Editor A damsel in distress: I like this book but I could use help, but not yours just now, even though Sir Lancelot has made knights of the Round Table so much more popular these days.
Librarian Lady Enid: How are you getting along in Camelot?
Mordred: I’m doing quite well, actually. Arthur’s acknowledged me as his son and he’s going to make me regent if he has to go abroad.
Lady Enid: Oh, you're going to be the next--I can’t think of the name. Something to do with a lake--
Mordred: Spare me, sweet lady, DON’T SAY IT! Really, I'm not anything like him. Different style, different ambitions--I'm not well known as a knight yet, but I'm doing well at the moment, and I'm so tired of people saying it!
Lady Enid (laughing): All right, I understand. No names mentioned. [librarian’s husband Sir Geraint enters] Why, Geraint, have you heard Mordred’s news? Arthur has acknowledged him as his own son, and is going to make him regent.
Sir Geraint: Going to be the next Sir Lancelot, are you?
Mordred: yes. no. well.
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To each of these jovial remarks, I--who am I, anyway?--I answer in my head: If I woke up one morning and discovered that I had turned into Sir Lancelot I would have to POISON MYSELF.
No, seriously, seriously now, I ask myself this question. I ask it again and again, when I am most consumed with envy and thwarted ambition. Would you rather be Sir Lancelot, or Arthur’s own son? And I swear, if I die in ignominy and hatred and no one remembers me or cares, if I never accomplish another deed in my life, the answer is always, and forever, I would rather be Arthur’s son.
Am I going to be the next Lancelot? No. But I would sell my soul to be the next Arthur.
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And now I'm trying to figure out which knight I actually am: The "Lancelot" question always turns me into an utter pedant with a social(ist) agenda, taking the opportunity to lecture my hapless(ly offending) victim on the realities of publishing. Perceval? Bors? (Just not Kay, oh please not Kay....!)
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I have more of Gawain in me then I really like to admit. Good ghods, it's been...over a decade since I read any Arthuriana except for that penned by Our Gracious Hostess. *pant pant* must read nooooow *pant*
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I live to serve.
(Ooo! Ooo! Who does that make me....?)
I live to serve.
(Ooo! Ooo! Who does that make me....?) <Aw, shaddup!>
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(I'd been thanking the same thing, acutally. I'm a kick-ass sidekick/butler.)
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This is such a beautiful picture you have as an icon. Where is it from?
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It is really beautiful. And yeah, I too have come to the conclusion that often enough it is better not to think too closely about costumes and the like.
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"The Lancelot Question"! hee ! I love it.