<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574</id><updated>2012-01-03T14:10:12.850-05:00</updated><category term='Lady of the Lake'/><category term='and www.geocities.com/Paris/Lights/9717/igraine.htm'/><category term='http://www.pewterkingdom.com/Roundtable/BohorsPewter.jpg'/><category term='Gawain'/><category term='Sir Kay'/><category term='Castlelaw'/><category term='Sir Maleagant'/><category term='http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/images/hjfmord.htm'/><category term='www.touruk.co.uk/castles/castle_Launceston.htm'/><category term='http://tir-medoin.ansteorra.org/events/quest_round_table_1/LeftKnight.png'/><category term='Death of Mordred'/><category term='http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/gallery/deathofarthur.jpg'/><category term='http://www.kellscraft.com/kitchenknight.html'/><title type='text'>Mythology 2007</title><subtitle type='html'>Florida Institute of Technology class, Intro to Mythology, Fall Semester 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5878090355832743745</id><published>2008-01-07T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:09:06.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this interesting...</title><content type='html'>Our blog is adults only....so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/696/367/rated_nc-17.g6krc9ewwf.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Learn about &lt;a href="http://www.medical-assistant-training-schools.org/ultrasounddiagnosticschools.htm"&gt;Ultrasound technicians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5878090355832743745?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5878090355832743745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5878090355832743745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5878090355832743745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5878090355832743745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-found-this-interesting.html' title='I found this interesting...'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-4048993703034610644</id><published>2007-12-05T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:19:47.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exam</title><content type='html'>The final exam is due on Thursday, 12/13 by noon. There will be a box outside my office door if I am not here. I will have the secretaries place the box in my office at noon, so any papers turned in after that time will be officially late. There is no penalty for turning in the paper early and if you have any questions, please contact me by email or here on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must answer both questions. No late exams will be accepted. Exams should be typed (single-spaced is fine) and the answer length should take into account that this is a take home exam. Please read each question carefully before you answer. You may use your notes and the assigned readings (which you should consult to flesh out any weak answers) to assist you with preparing for your own answers, but do not copy or plagiarize any material. If you do so, it will result in the automatic failure of the test.  Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chivalry, Knightly Tradition and Christianity&lt;br /&gt;   Using the mythological tales of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, provide examples of heroes in these tales that fit into the medieval Judeo-Christian ideals of knightly behavior. What are the duties and ideals of good Christian knights; i.e. define chivalry? Do the heroes of these tales good role models of these Christian knights? Why or why not? What pagan elements are still left in these tales, if any? Explain and support your answer with examples from the various Arthurian myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A Strangely Norse Conundrum&lt;br /&gt;   In the Norse myths, there is a difficult and often tenuous connection between giants and the Norse gods. Though largely portrayed as an antagonistic relationship, especially with the final battle at Ragnarok, there are several examples within the myths that seem to counter the general belief that the gods and giants hate each other. Using the mythological tales from the readings as well as those explored in class, explain more fully the complex relationship between the gods and giants. Why is there such a conflict in the first place? Explain and support your answer with several examples from the Norse myths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-4048993703034610644?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4048993703034610644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=4048993703034610644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4048993703034610644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4048993703034610644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-exam.html' title='Final Exam'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1236601482700235204</id><published>2007-12-03T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:24:03.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Isolde</title><content type='html'>After Arthur? Well I've been dead quite awhile before all this Arthur buisness I tell you. But my end....well I don't like to talk much about it. It's a bit weepy, but I guess I could tell you. I got news one day that my beloved Tristan had befallen ill. I set off to find him as fast as the ships could carry me, I ran up the stars but to only finding his body cooling in death. I just...I know there are more fish in the sea but he was my Tristan, my love and I couldn't live without him. I died of my grief, finally allowed to, in death, be with the man I've always wanted to be with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1236601482700235204?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1236601482700235204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1236601482700235204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1236601482700235204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1236601482700235204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-isolde.html' title='The End of Isolde'/><author><name>Shatondra Cobbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587249333615238082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://nian.blog.excite.it/img/fenrir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2099980764154136906</id><published>2007-12-03T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:18:36.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death of Mordred'/><title type='text'>Death of Mordred</title><content type='html'>Alas, I perished at the battle of Camlann, by the coward Arthur's wretched sword. But! not without my own coup die i perish. I did not die wont to see the Villain take his final breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2099980764154136906?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2099980764154136906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2099980764154136906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2099980764154136906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2099980764154136906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/death-of-mordred.html' title='Death of Mordred'/><author><name>nsciullo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152789599327164155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6495275124330527815</id><published>2007-12-02T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:34:41.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Assignment</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, in class, we will have the last part of the assignment. I will have the shields back in the classroom and they will be part of the final assignment for the semester. Grades will be included on the shields, and I will have final blog grades as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinevere and Lancelot will be going on trial for their lives, charged with treason, adultery and the death of Arthur's dream. Everyone will be asked to speak of what they knew about Guinevere and Lancelot's affair (make sure you know what your knight or lady knew of the affair), what they think of the affair, and what they think the punishment should be, if any. Even if your character is dead before Camlann, it doesn't matter. Merlin and Morgan le Fay have worked to bring your spirit back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared for to answer those questions. Carry your shield proudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions, post them here as comments to this post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6495275124330527815?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6495275124330527815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6495275124330527815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6495275124330527815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6495275124330527815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-assignment.html' title='The Final Assignment'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2659216763494437921</id><published>2007-12-01T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:52:50.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Sir Percival</title><content type='html'>I was lucky enough to be one of the three  knights to embark on the quest for the Holy Grail, along with Sir Galahad and Sir Bors.  I never did achieve my ultimate goal of attaining the grail, however i was able to behold its wonders when we finally found it.  After witnessing the miracles of the grail i decided to live out the rest of my life as a monk, with Sir Bors living a secular lifestyle with me.  I wound up dying 14 months after my good friend Sir Galahad, who happened to be the king of the castle i live at in Sarras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2659216763494437921?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2659216763494437921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2659216763494437921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2659216763494437921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2659216763494437921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-sir-percival.html' title='The end of Sir Percival'/><author><name>Ray Fischer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071781884083873645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3455199807126725234</id><published>2007-11-30T12:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:36:58.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbreak of Sir Tristan</title><content type='html'>When my beloved Uncle King Mark discovered my affair with his wife the heavenly Iseult, we fled to the forest.  When Mark found us we managed to escape his wrath by denying the affair, and he was merciful to us.  I was exiled from the country and followed my feet to Ireland.  There I met Iseult of Brittany and made her my wife.  I could not get over my love for Iseult and my wife suffered the consequences.  During one of my adventures I became mortally wounded and only the magical healing powers of Iseult of Cornwall could save me.  She would fly white sails to alert me she was coming.  Unfortunately (for me) the sails my wife saw were black and I was so overwhelmed with grief that I just gave up… on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3455199807126725234?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3455199807126725234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3455199807126725234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3455199807126725234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3455199807126725234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/heartbreak-of-sir-tristan.html' title='The Heartbreak of Sir Tristan'/><author><name>Samantha Colquhoun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941694035033791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1491896679603214398</id><published>2007-11-30T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:17:17.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The demise of Sir Gawain</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true... I am dead!!! Yeah, so... My death occured in battle as I fought for my uncle. My death was the result of a previous wound from a battle between Lancelot and myself... but I have forgiven him of this, and blame only myself. My uncle, he found me on a ship, nearly dead, after battle with Sir Mordred. I asked my uncle for the means to write a benevolent letter to Lancelot, and I asked for him to send for him, and to cherish him as a great knight. At noon, my death greatly affected my uncle, and I was brought to a tomb, my tomb, within Dover castle, and my skull was laid bare for all to see, and to see the wound that Lancelot had given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1491896679603214398?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1491896679603214398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1491896679603214398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1491896679603214398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1491896679603214398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/demise-of-sir-gawain.html' title='The demise of Sir Gawain'/><author><name>chederma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503377599835495217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8195434343745426885</id><published>2007-11-30T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:30:21.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of the Lake - after the death of Arthur</title><content type='html'>As my life is a mystery during Arthur's reign, so is my life after his death.  In fact, one of my many incarnations was killed by Sir Balin during Arthur's reign, yet I transported Arthur to Avalon to heal and await return to his kingdom.  I then fade into the mist, as I always do; I am a goddess, not alive as a human would be but instead a spirit.  Some believe I still reside in lakes in Britain - perhaps I do.  Perhaps I am still in Avalon, awaiting Arthur's return with him.  Although some may believe I am dead, I will live forever in spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8195434343745426885?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8195434343745426885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8195434343745426885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8195434343745426885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8195434343745426885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/lady-of-lake-after-death-of-arthur.html' title='Lady of the Lake - after the death of Arthur'/><author><name>Mandy Borrelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11508385505264245231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3441385155532690345</id><published>2007-11-30T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:32:27.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Lyonesse and Lady Lynette's Death</title><content type='html'>After my sister's husband, Sir Gareth, was killed by Sir Lancelot, Lady Lyonesse laid in bed for days weeping and later died of a broken heart  I continued to play with spelling hoping to bring them both back like the knight a had created to attack Sir Gareth before their marriage, but I adding too much  of the wrong thing and then BOOM I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3441385155532690345?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3441385155532690345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3441385155532690345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3441385155532690345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3441385155532690345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/lady-lyonesse-and-lady-lynettes-death.html' title='Lady Lyonesse and Lady Lynette&apos;s Death'/><author><name>mygodisdavey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209751525004279993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1001585216340311165</id><published>2007-11-30T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:42:20.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Kay's End</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I did not live long enough to help Arthur is his final battle at Camlan. There are many mysteries and accounts of my death. Some say that I died at a ripe age in a battle against the romans, some say I took my own life at the request of Galahad. My story is not quite so adventurous however. It was Gwyddawg, the servant of my great foster brother Arthur, to be the last story of my life. Why he did took my life is not clear. He my have been jealous of my relationship with Arthur or angry at my treatment of new knights. Though I am not certain why it was he took my life, I am certain that his triumph was short lived. My death was quickly avenged by Arthur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1001585216340311165?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1001585216340311165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1001585216340311165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1001585216340311165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1001585216340311165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/sir-kays-end.html' title='Sir Kay&apos;s End'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819114180912672675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6796328849843854515</id><published>2007-11-30T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:19:28.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Sir Gareth</title><content type='html'>I would have stood next to my Lord during his final battle, if I wasn't dead already. Gaheris and I were guarding Guenever when that stupid boy Lancelot, whom I held close , came and rescued her. Killing both me and my brother in order to save a woman. He will regret it until the day he dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6796328849843854515?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6796328849843854515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6796328849843854515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6796328849843854515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6796328849843854515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/death-of-sir-gareth.html' title='Death of Sir Gareth'/><author><name>sbronis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07539841313870703339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2852977071468455529</id><published>2007-11-30T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:51:16.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fate of Elaine</title><content type='html'>I, Elaine, by God's mercy did not have to experience the Battle of Camlann. My premature death I see as a blessing. The hunger, pain, and desperation I felt as my fragile female body withled and my spirit gave up do not compare with the horrible hell I would have felt if I would have been witness to mySir Lancelot's death. And I know hell, that is where I have lived ever sinceI killed one of God's children; myself. But still to this very day I can saythat I would much rather live in this place for eternity than in the same world as Sir Lancelot, so close to him, but unable to make him mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2852977071468455529?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2852977071468455529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2852977071468455529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2852977071468455529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2852977071468455529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/fate-of-elaine.html' title='The Fate of Elaine'/><author><name>Fer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5359051236057760091</id><published>2007-11-30T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:06:35.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reign of Sir Constantine</title><content type='html'>As the sun was setting, the battle came to a close.  Victory appeared to be ours, but at what cost.  I could not see King Arthur or any of the knights that had accompanied him.  Of the score of knights that rode into battle with us, few appeared to have survived and all were wounded in some matter.  As for myself, I am not grievously wounded although my armor is dented, shield cleaved in two, and sword long missing.  I do not know if the kingdom will be able to recover from this slaughter at Camlann.  For know though, I am going off in search of my king and fellow Knights of the Round Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from Arthur's deathbed and am now the rightful king.  My liege gave me the crown and asked me to restore the kingdom and maintain the Order of the Round Table.  I do not believe anyone has told him the table has cracked, but nonetheless, I will attempt to reassemble his knights and continue on.  Furthermore, he has implored me to restore the Archbishop of Canterbury to his rightful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordred and his treacherous deeds destroyed the magnificent kingdom of King Arthur and the Order of the Round Table.  Arthur's knights have abandoned me and left the kingdom or begun living solitary lives.  Tonight, I am going to take my final revenge on Mordred.  His sons have taken refuge in the church, and I will confront them there disguised as the Bishop.  It is not the way of a former Knight of the Round Table, but I shall murder them both before the high altar.  May God take mercy on me and strike me down for the wrongdoings I am about to commit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5359051236057760091?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5359051236057760091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5359051236057760091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5359051236057760091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5359051236057760091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/reign-of-sir-constantine.html' title='The Reign of Sir Constantine'/><author><name>mallred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15638896663569933395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-4980310271235100818</id><published>2007-11-30T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:08:38.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of Sir Ector</title><content type='html'>If you all common mortals have not realized it yet, there was a reason why Merlin put Arthur in my care. There are thousands of knights in Europe. Why did Merlin choose me then to father the greatest of all Kings? Here is the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I am not a human. Not many have heard of me since my beloved foster son pulled that sword out of the rock. This is because that was my duty in this world. It was to foster who was to become a God among mortals like my beloved son Heracles. The truth is that I am an incarnation of Zeus himself. Like i gave birth to my beloved son Heracles who was born human but eventually became a God of the Greeks, my duty in this world was to foster a son who will eventually become a legend himself. And this is what Arthur has become. The battle of Camlann marked the death of a hero, and the birth of a legend whom many will worship in ages to come, will  read stories about him in their mythology classes and make movies about him, in essence, deifying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have fathered a modern legend, a mortal who became God, I have had to sacrifice my own status in this universe. I, the great Zeus, was born in the 500s as Sir Ector to foster King Arthur. But as the Christians invaded all of Europe and England, they destroyed every mortal's faith in the Pantheon and in every god other than theirs. I have lost my position in heaven because of this as no one worships me as God. As I had left mount olympus and assumed the role of a mortal christian, my fellow olympians overthrew me. My wife Athena has become a prostitute, and rats scurry over my throne. I have lost my place among mortals as everyone forgot Sir Ector after his duty of fostering Arthur was done. Who am I now? Zeus? Sir Ector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no place in any world. Not the mortal worlds, not the heavens. Due to this, I went crazy and developed a split personality disorder. After moonrise I became Zeus and I started flying in the air, setting fire to forests. After moonset I became Sir Ector again and i started feeding of the flesh of wolves. The great Merlin took pity on me and brought me back to sanity using his magic. I lived with him and his beautiful concubine in a large castle on a mythical island. However, on a lusty night I made passionate love to his beautiful concubine. Merlin walked in on us while we were making love and he killed me with an ice axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my death story. I have always been a mystery in Arthurian tales and will always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-4980310271235100818?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4980310271235100818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=4980310271235100818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4980310271235100818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4980310271235100818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/death-of-sir-ector.html' title='The death of Sir Ector'/><author><name>Mihir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622613017772199569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/Y/0/-/-/stewie_evil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7553679482819237606</id><published>2007-11-29T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:19:15.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright later Sir Pelleas..... It was good while it lasted!!</title><content type='html'>After the Death of Lady Ettare I felt a little remorse but after finding another mistress with the beautiful Lady of the Lake i would soon forget who she was and live my life on with her; Gives the phrase a meaning that nice guys dont finish last (muuuhahahahahah). I would go on to achieve the Sangreal and become one of only 4 knights to do that. I came to be haunted later by the ghost of Lady Ettare, and, not being able to get rid of her, found it one day beneath a tree. I promised myself that i  would not sleep during the hauntings but they only took place by night. I grew ambivalent toward the hauntings, and eventually fell in love with her again. At this time, the ghost disappeared.  I would defend King Arthur in the Battle of Camlann and die happily ever after smoking my shisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7553679482819237606?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7553679482819237606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7553679482819237606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7553679482819237606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7553679482819237606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright-later-sir-pelleas-it-was-good.html' title='Alright later Sir Pelleas..... It was good while it lasted!!'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04478367010890945937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3224543348010876622</id><published>2007-11-29T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:40:19.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glory of Sir Galahad</title><content type='html'>I, Sir Galahad, purest of knights gave myself to God after he granted me the vision of the Holy Grail. I devoted my life to serving God and I saw to devote my soul to him. I succeeded in my one true quest, to find the Grail. There I knelt in prayer awaiting the vision of the Holy Vessel and when it was granted unto me, I was given the greatest ending of any knight before or after me. This happened many years before the Battle of Camlann and the death of our noble King Arthur. They were left to rejoice in the glory of the Holy Grail, taken to the Court. And of its fame it shall be written for all time to endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3224543348010876622?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3224543348010876622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3224543348010876622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3224543348010876622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3224543348010876622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/glory-of-sir-galahad.html' title='The Glory of Sir Galahad'/><author><name>JennParaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490729740943008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-513604936949006818</id><published>2007-11-29T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:54:49.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest at Last</title><content type='html'>When Mordred faked Arthur's death, and proposed marriage to me, I knew that no good would come of it. So I fled. &lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in the Tower of London and nothing that Mordred could do would persuade me to come out. Those subjects loyal to me provided sustenance and helped to thwart Mordred's attacks. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that it was my undying beauty that made Mordred come after me with such zeal, but we all know that by then my days of youth were waning. No, it was not for fair Guinevere that Mordred lusted, but for Arthur's Queen. To him I was nothing more than another symbol of power. He had a crown, though false, and he had a scepter and a sword, though not Excalibur... to make up for the false crown and inferior blade he needed a powerful wife. Why not go for the most powerful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid from him until Arthur returned, and even then I stayed in the Tower. Dover was miles away on the coast, and on quiet days, I would imagine hearing the clash of swords and cries of battle. In my sleep, I would dream of war and of death.  Some of my ladies thought I was going mad. A few peasants came fleeing into London to avoid being recruited or killed by either army. It seems that both Arthur and Mordred had had to roam far and wide to keep their ranks at a suitable number. It was not a good time. Not for me, or for England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I received news of Arthur's death, I'd had an unsettling dream and to this day I could not tell you what it was, for I do not remember. All I can recall is waking in a cold sweat and feeling as though some part of me had died. One of my ladies in waiting broke the news to me, and I wept harder than I can remember. Few of your modern stories mention that, that I wept for the passing of a great king, a great man, and my husband. Whatever you may think of me, know that I truly wept for the death of Arthur, and for the land of anarchy our kingdom had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few days to pull myself together. I was hearing voices in the wind and seeing people in the shadows. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; thought that I was going mad. I could not stop thinking of all the sin in my life, of all the wrong I had done, and of all the ways that the war, Arthur's death, and the fall of the kingdom was &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;fault. No one else's but mine. So I decided that the only way to fix things was to spend the rest of my life repenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amesbury, and the abbey there. I became the abbess, eventually, and to be honest the rest of my life was nothing that you would want to hear about. I spent my days communing with God, and praying for Arthur and the others who had died, and for myself. And Lancelot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what had become of Lancelot, but I found out not too long after Arthur's death. He had heard of where I was. He came to visit me, and I think he had hoped to persuade me back to side. I read your modern tales and they all talk about how I feinted three times when I saw him. I may have been getting on in my years, but I certainly did not feint three times! I am not so faint of heart! But, when I saw him, I stumbled. Twice. And then, yes, I feinted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we spoke for a time... I wished that he had taken a young wife, and gone off to have more children and live a full and productive life... but he was always such a fool for love... or so he claimed. He told me he'd take up the life of a monk. A simple "if you could do it, I could do it" and "if you suffer, I too will suffer" argument. Stupid git! I both loved him and hated him for it. He tried to kiss me before he left and &lt;i&gt;oh!&lt;/i&gt; I was tempted. To feel his sweet lips was something I had not done in a long, long time... but I had come to the abbey to forsake my sinful ways and had already said goodbye to my life with Lancelot. A reminder such as that would have been too painful a thing. So he left, and I wished with all my might that I would never have to see his face again while I live, because I simply could not bear it. I didn't, and I lived out my days in peace. Years later, on my death bed, I requested that I be laid to rest with Arthur where, as his Queen, I belonged. It seems that it was so, and by Lancelot's doing, if your texts and the peace of my soul are any indication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-513604936949006818?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/513604936949006818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=513604936949006818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/513604936949006818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/513604936949006818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/rest-at-last.html' title='Rest at Last'/><author><name>Keir Alekseii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5698249957258999058</id><published>2007-11-29T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:30:07.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagonet's death</title><content type='html'>After the battle and King Arthur's death, I was not so cheerful.  I grew old and saw the pain that comes with love and war.  Without my King and my friend I had only one last great adventure.  The one we all must take, but I did not go alone.  I am very proud to have gone with Merlin at my side.  I was old and ready to leave this world of war and see my king again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5698249957258999058?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5698249957258999058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5698249957258999058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5698249957258999058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5698249957258999058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/dagonets-death.html' title='Dagonet&apos;s death'/><author><name>Rob Yarnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057294024517746199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3077149081293518673</id><published>2007-11-29T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:08:44.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Le Fay's Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>I was the one who took Arthur to Avalon.  I said I could heal Arthur if he stayed with me for a long time.  I kept Arthur in his paradise for a long time.  It was good to be back at my home of the "Island of Apples."  I always thought I feared Arthur, but I think I did not know my what I truly felt for Arthur.  Not until we reached Avalon did I understand how I felt.  I knew by tricking him and telling him that it would take years to heal his wounds would keep him here with me in this paradise.  I spend most of my days with Arthur waiting for his time to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3077149081293518673?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3077149081293518673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3077149081293518673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3077149081293518673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3077149081293518673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/morgan-le-fays-final-chapter.html' title='Morgan Le Fay&apos;s Final Chapter'/><author><name>Tclancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253355599631394815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5980864215436688360</id><published>2007-11-29T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:09:29.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Lancelot carried off to heaven</title><content type='html'>It was when I arrived at Dover that I had heard the news of the kings death. For the rest of that day I knelt before the tomb and wept and in the morning I ordered a requiem. When the requiem was over I offered one hundred pounds for masses to be sung. After that I stayed three more days, and on the third day I called my followers and sent them home. I told them to wait eight days but I knew I wouldn’t return before that. Next I rode west, and eight days later I had reached Amesbury and saw the queen. She fainted three times!! We spoke of our love and realized that this was the end. I asked for a kiss but she denied it. I swore to her that I would join a monastery if I could be with her. My heart was hurting as I left, and I wondered through the forest for the next day and night. The next morning came and I was at a hermitage, "well that was easy,” I thought as I entered seeing the king’s tomb. Other knights recognized me and told me more about the king’s death. I wept and begged the Archbishop to allow me into his order. He allowed me in and I was relieved. I lived a hermit’s life for the next six years until one night when I had a vision of the queen dying. I had this vision three times and that was when I knew I had to go off to find her. The next morning I told the Archbishop and he told me to obey my vision. I left with some friends and two days later reached the queen only to find that she had died half an hour before I had arrived. I was heart broken and the next morning I gave the mass. We brought her to the kings tomb to be berried with the husband, and this is when I realized all that I have done wrong. I felt so deathly ill because of this. I felt this way for a number of days until one day; I knew my time was up and I asked the Archbishop give me my last rite. I fell asleep and the next thing I remember is angels carrying me through the gates of heaven. It was immaculate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5980864215436688360?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5980864215436688360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5980864215436688360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5980864215436688360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5980864215436688360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/sir-lancelot-carried-off-to-heaven.html' title='Sir Lancelot carried off to heaven'/><author><name>tgonyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450783805167372425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2784454427867074472</id><published>2007-11-29T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:26:23.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Sir Maleagant</title><content type='html'>I am Sir Maleagant; I died long before the Battle of Camlann and the dealth of Arthur.  Most of my storyline is about a kidnapping of Guinevere, I abduct Guinevere to my castle.  It’s cause Lancelot and Gawain to come to rescue the queen; Lancelot kills me.  Sir Maleagant only has a small part in the Arthur legend, but it is an important one.  It is one of the very first parts when Sir Lancelot was appear in the Arthurian legend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2784454427867074472?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2784454427867074472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2784454427867074472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2784454427867074472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2784454427867074472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-sir-maleagant.html' title='The End of Sir Maleagant'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11090514463731567116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7020396515614975855</id><published>2007-11-29T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:16:46.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end to Sir Lamorak</title><content type='html'>I have one final thing to inform everyone about before I leave this life onto the next one. I was unfortunate to not be there for my king in his time of need. I left the world before the final battle of Camlann. I left because of betrayal and treachery. I was getting together with Queen Morgause.  Her sons felt that since my father had killed her husband I was undeserving of her. So as revenge the brothers beheaded her in front of me and left me to go back to my king with guilt. I went and fought in a tournament and then after I left the tournament I was ambushed. Sir Gawaine, Agravaine Gaheris and Sir Mordred surrounded me. I fought them off for as long as I could before Sir Mordred stabbed me in the back.  I ended that day as I died. However now I end this day by moving on to the after life, however I could not leave this world till I let someone know of the tereachery that befell me at my death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7020396515614975855?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7020396515614975855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7020396515614975855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7020396515614975855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7020396515614975855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-to-sir-lamorak.html' title='The end to Sir Lamorak'/><author><name>Klutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327787346381129845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7218151516496707955</id><published>2007-11-28T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:07:09.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Agravaine's end</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I did not live to see the Battle of Camlann nor the fall of my king.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was killed by the man that I had sought to bring down while confronting him with his betrayal. I, Sir Mordred and twelve other knights waited until we knew that Lancelot would be in the queen’s chambers so that we would catch the lovers in the act, so to speak. It should have been an easy task to capture the man; he had only a sword and no armor; he was one and we were many. He bolted the door to protect himself and the queen, opening it for a brief moment to let one of our number in. Sir Collgrevaunce charged and was killed; Lancelot stripped him of his armor, opened the door and killed the rest of us, with the exception of Mordred. He managed to flee and battle his uncle at Camlann.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And thus ends my tale. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7218151516496707955?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7218151516496707955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7218151516496707955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7218151516496707955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7218151516496707955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/agravaines-end.html' title='Agravaine&apos;s end'/><author><name>Philina Richardson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992384994505063242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-493786571379430830</id><published>2007-11-28T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:46:36.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Chapters of Sir Owain</title><content type='html'>After the death King Arthur at Camlann at the hands of Mordred I lived happily ever after with my wife until my death. I seen my fellow warrior slain and I decided that was it for me. I still had the fight in me but there was no real purpose for fighting. I had been on my journeys and I have rescued many. I realized that I was an "experienced" warrior and I had nothing else to prove. The best place for me to be was with my wife who had given me a second chance at happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-493786571379430830?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/493786571379430830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=493786571379430830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/493786571379430830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/493786571379430830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-chapters-of-sir-owain.html' title='The Final Chapters of Sir Owain'/><author><name>T.Chase</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6013491439064932402</id><published>2007-11-28T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:25:15.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Bedivere at the end</title><content type='html'>I, the greatest of knights, was the only one left at King Arthur's side after the battle of Camlan. I promised Arthur I would throw Excalibur back to the Lady of the Lake, however, I may have had a momentary lapse of judgment. I didn't do it at first but then decided it was the right thing to do, after all, it was the kings dying wish. I didn't want to be a traitor like everyone else was. After I threw it back, and went to help Arthur finish his journey to Avalon, I returned to Camelot. There was a new king their who ruled quite differently. I was too old fashioned and found it hard to forget the old ways when Arthur use to rule so I lived out my life quietly, always holding onto the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6013491439064932402?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6013491439064932402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6013491439064932402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6013491439064932402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6013491439064932402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/sir-bedivere-at-end.html' title='Sir Bedivere at the end'/><author><name>Becky Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660397523842063898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5557977415758190123</id><published>2007-11-28T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:46:21.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgause's Death</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I wasn't alive during the Battle of Camlann. I was earlier killed by one of my five children, Gaheris. I was having an affair with Lamorak, one of the greatest knights of the Round Table and also the son of King Pellinore who slayed my husband in battle. My son found us in bed together and angry with my actions, murdered me and let Lamorak go. By doing this my other four children thought it was Lamorak who killed me, Gaheris instigated this, and they all plan to ambush Lamorak except Gareth. Before they kill him, they find out the truth about my death and banish their brother Gaheris from the court. I knew in the end my sins would come back to visit me but I never would have though my life would be taken by one of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5557977415758190123?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5557977415758190123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5557977415758190123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5557977415758190123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5557977415758190123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/morgauses-death.html' title='Morgause&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Adeveaux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613519787716883645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6171867518570476212</id><published>2007-11-28T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:07:50.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur's Final Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;In the final battle at Camlan, my traitorous nephew Mordred and I were both mortally wounded. I was set upon a boat and floated down river to the isle of Avalon; the mystical isle where my sword Excalibur was forged. Here my wounds were treated by three mysterious maidens and I was healed. My body was never found by anyone thereafter, however; today I rest peacefully under a hill with all my knights eagerly waiting on the day to ride forth and save our country again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6171867518570476212?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6171867518570476212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6171867518570476212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6171867518570476212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6171867518570476212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/king-arthurs-final-destination.html' title='King Arthur&apos;s Final Destination'/><author><name>Sinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02486301556725695620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5221516681740290383</id><published>2007-11-27T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:28:10.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Ector's picture story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NhT478_9EMA/R0zss8fF37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/psGgrT5mhXw/s1600-h/Cs_Sauvage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NhT478_9EMA/R0zss8fF37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/psGgrT5mhXw/s320/Cs_Sauvage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137741531817828274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah the forest sauvage. This is where I was born and this is my home.&lt;br /&gt;http://camelot.allakhazam.com/Art/SS/Cs_Sauvage.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/%7Evms/carlton/kay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 504px;" src="http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/%7Evms/carlton/kay.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Kay, my illustrious son who unfortunately pales in comparison to my adopted son,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/~vms/carlton/kay.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/%7Evms/carlton/guenevere4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 613px;" src="http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/%7Evms/carlton/guenevere4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guenevre, the adulteress whore who married my son&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sbceo.k12.ca.us/~vms/carlton/guenevere4.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Ruane, I apologize for the delay. I had been busy with my GRE and graduate school applications and I completely missed this. I hope I get atleast some credit for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5221516681740290383?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5221516681740290383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5221516681740290383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5221516681740290383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5221516681740290383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/sir-ectors-picture-story.html' title='Sir Ector&apos;s picture story'/><author><name>Mihir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622613017772199569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/Y/0/-/-/stewie_evil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NhT478_9EMA/R0zss8fF37I/AAAAAAAAAAM/psGgrT5mhXw/s72-c/Cs_Sauvage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1921189287178605205</id><published>2007-11-26T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:55:45.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fate of Merlin.</title><content type='html'>There are a couple different stories about how I croaked.&lt;br /&gt;After the Battle of Camlann and until the death of Arthur, being the loving friend that I am, I accompanied my friend Arthur to the Isle of Avalon. We went there in the hopes that his wounds from the battle would heal.&lt;br /&gt;Another extremely sad story that I tend to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; believe... is that I fell in love and let a crazy woman use MY powers for herself, and basically become more powerful than me! Honestly, why would I teach a WOMAN all of my powers and spells.! Why would I do such a crazy thing. I'm a man. I might be a little bit of a feminine man especially with my attire, but I'm not stupid enough to give a crazy chica all my magic! She used it against me too! How could anyone not love this face. Why would she use my own powers against me? Anyways, if you don't get the point.. I don't really like this idea as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Another story is that I went a little crazy after a fight broke out and my nephew and four brothers died. Even though this is a sad story because I lost many beloved family members, this story seems more logical to me. And at least I'm not letting a woman control my fate.!&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you look at it, me leaving this Earth, is a sad sad thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1921189287178605205?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1921189287178605205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1921189287178605205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1921189287178605205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1921189287178605205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/fate-of-merlin.html' title='The fate of Merlin.'/><author><name>candypytel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960192870678889110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2393848552138336125</id><published>2007-11-24T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:07:04.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Bors' Final Days</title><content type='html'>I was fortunate to survive the Battle of Camlann, but unfortunately King Arthur was not. After the Battle of Camlann, Sir Lancelot told others and myself to stay there for 15 days while he tried to find Queen Guinevere and "help" her cope after King Arthur's death. I remember Sir Lancelot then telling me that if he was not back within those 15 days, to go home. Those fifteen days waiting for my cousin to return seemed like a lifetime. After 15 days we did not go home, but the army, Sirs Ector, Blamoure and Bleobris, and myself searched for Sir Lancelot in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found Sir Lancelot without Queen Guinevere at the hermitage after searching for six months. Oh yes, and then the least productive six years of my life as a knight began. This was so because all we did was ring bells, sing mass and assist the Archbishop in any way that we could. Sir Lancelot one day though, changed our daily duties and ordered all of us to go to Amesbury. Here, we found Queen Guinevere dead and took her to Glastonbury where she would be buried with King Arthur. I know that this was difficult for my cousin because he felt that both of their deaths was his fault. I tried to help him cope, but my words did not help the pain in his heart go away. He died in the following days and we all lay him to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these difficult years, Sirs Ector, Blamoure and Bleobris, and myself traveled to the Holy Land where we fought the Saracens in the Crusades on Good Friday. I now reside with King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, and others because I died in the Crusades. I of course do not remember my death, but those I surround myself with told me that I died in battle. Someone came up behind me and struck me in the back with their sword. I’m told that I tried to get up, but I was too weak to move. I would like to be remembered as I was: a pure and modest Knight of the Round Table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2393848552138336125?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2393848552138336125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2393848552138336125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2393848552138336125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2393848552138336125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/sir-bors-final-days.html' title='Sir Bors&apos; Final Days'/><author><name>MaeJenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592622514172403265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3767798481432005866</id><published>2007-11-23T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:50:51.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Assignment</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the probably the last assignment.  It is due to be turned in on November 30th by noon.  The question is a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Battle of Camlann and the death of Arthur, what happens to your character from that point until your "death." If it is not listed anywhere in the mythology, try to come up with a plausible answer for what you think happened to your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and I look forward to the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The shields were part of this semester's long blogging assignment. Most of them showed a great deal of work and attention to detail. A few went above and beyond what I would have expected. Thank you for your hard work and eventually I hope to have them up in Crawford 6th floor hallway by the beginning of Spring semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3767798481432005866?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3767798481432005866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3767798481432005866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3767798481432005866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3767798481432005866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-assignment.html' title='Final Assignment'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7629693186110592412</id><published>2007-10-29T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:48:08.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan's Picture Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/3/3b/300px-Saxon_England_according_to_the_Saxon_Chronicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/3/3b/300px-Saxon_England_according_to_the_Saxon_Chronicle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en-commons/thumb/3/3b/300px-Saxon_England_according_to_the_Saxon_Chronicle.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is where I, Sir Tristan, was born; Cornwall, England (the most southwest "hundred"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Uncle, King Mark:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c4/King_Mark_of_Cornwall_11400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c4/King_Mark_of_Cornwall_11400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:King_Mark_of_Cornwall_11400.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me to win the fair Princess Iseult's hand in marriage, for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Sophiam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Sophiam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/00/Sophiam.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fair Iseult.  She has my heart but she belongs to my Uncle Mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7629693186110592412?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7629693186110592412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7629693186110592412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7629693186110592412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7629693186110592412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/tristans-picture-story.html' title='Tristan&apos;s Picture Story'/><author><name>Samantha Colquhoun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941694035033791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1674357493686108567</id><published>2007-10-29T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:23:19.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Assignment: Shields</title><content type='html'>This assignment is not due until &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, November 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next assignment is something new, and does not necessarily require a blog posting. However, it does involve that you develop your childhood talents of fun with scissors, paste and coloured paper. It is a chance to show your more physically creative side and I want you to create a finished design that is done well. This time, you are going to be graded not only on the content, but on the care and effort put into it. It will cost a few dollars to make, probably not more than $10-20 at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make a shield with the heraldry of your character upon it. The heraldry can be complex or it may be simple, but there is heraldry for all the characters we have chosen, even the female ones. I want you to make a shield, a kite shield out of cardboard/posterboard as the base (find the dimensions of one online) and then decorate the front with coloured paper or poster paint or whatever, using the actual heraldry from Arthurian myth. Make sure you use only the colours that would have been available at the time. This project should not cost a lot of money, but will probably involve a trip to Walmart, Office Depot or a craft store for the supplies. All three usually stock coloured paper and posterboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shields should be the actual dimensions of either a kite shield or a heater shield. Either will be acceptable. Samples of previous shields are in the Humanities department office, and range from simple shields of cardboard and drawings, to more intricate shields with painting on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shields will be used at the end of class for the final project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, please forward them on to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1674357493686108567?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1674357493686108567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1674357493686108567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1674357493686108567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1674357493686108567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/next-assignment-shields.html' title='Next Assignment: Shields'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-123408558773764338</id><published>2007-10-26T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:47:07.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of the Lake - pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyILzz3HxmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qPRNhM9AHfs/s1600-h/elaine_of_astolat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125672310623684194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyILzz3HxmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qPRNhM9AHfs/s320/elaine_of_astolat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyIKpz3HxlI/AAAAAAAAABI/NjpI8yIaPKI/s1600-h/lamorak.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125671039313364562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyIKpz3HxlI/AAAAAAAAABI/NjpI8yIaPKI/s320/lamorak.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyIH1j3HxjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0TYVXNUKB3w/s1600-h/forest+of+broceliande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125667942641944114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyIH1j3HxjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0TYVXNUKB3w/s320/forest+of+broceliande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place of my birth is a mystery, but I have spent my life in the Forest of Broceliande&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sir Lamorak - &lt;a href="http://perso.orange.fr/fairyworld/francais/lamorak_fichiers/lamorak.gif"&gt;http://perso.orange.fr/fairyworld/francais/lamorak_fichiers/lamorak.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaine of Astolat - &lt;a href="http://www.nashfordpublishing.co.uk/portraits/scenes/elaine_of_astolat.jpg"&gt;http://www.nashfordpublishing.co.uk/portraits/scenes/elaine_of_astolat.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forest - &lt;a href="http://www.gitesandmore.co.uk/j0201207.jpg"&gt;www.gitesandmore.co.uk/j0201207.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-123408558773764338?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/123408558773764338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=123408558773764338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/123408558773764338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/123408558773764338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/lady-of-lake-pictures.html' title='Lady of the Lake - pictures'/><author><name>Mandy Borrelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11508385505264245231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IoJtETGZUn4/RyILzz3HxmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qPRNhM9AHfs/s72-c/elaine_of_astolat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3292070084013182482</id><published>2007-10-26T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:01:20.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merlin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kingarthura-z.home.att.net/AProfile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 253px;" src="http://kingarthura-z.home.att.net/AProfile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birth place..&lt;br /&gt;So far from what my mama has told                                            &lt;br /&gt;me... I was born in that weeee little hole                                                     &lt;br /&gt;in the bottom of that mountain.. it's a really                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;cute  inside though. How many people do you&lt;br /&gt;know that can say they have their own cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/51244590.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=444ED34A869CB970B0CB7CEEF964A235284831B75F48EF45"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/51244590.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=444ED34A869CB970B0CB7CEEF964A235284831B75F48EF45" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this sexy beast of a man.. would be one&lt;br /&gt;of my  bffs'(Arthur) enemies... he is the Roman&lt;br /&gt;Emperor Lucius. I put his fabulous picture up because&lt;br /&gt;I need to represent my boy Arthur.... and I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;show how noone even has a picture of this fruit loop!!!&lt;br /&gt;They only have statues of him!... and he thinks he's better&lt;br /&gt;than us.. pshhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.morgan-le-fay.com/design/backgrounds/bg_right1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.morgan-le-fay.com/design/backgrounds/bg_right1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        This beautiful young woman is Ms. Morgan le Fay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3292070084013182482?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3292070084013182482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3292070084013182482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3292070084013182482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3292070084013182482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/merlin.html' title='Merlin.'/><author><name>candypytel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960192870678889110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2774140883396459702</id><published>2007-10-26T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:41:09.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine's Hometown Castle</title><content type='html'>The castle at Guildford, known earlier as Astolat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIHTg9ImUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QJTgdKqFnP8/s1600-h/guildford2m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIHTg9ImUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QJTgdKqFnP8/s320/guildford2m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125667357746305346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.castlexplorer.co.uk/england/guildford/guildford_photos.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mordred&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIHlw9ImVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jqqjl3yTn34/s1600-h/mordred.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIHlw9ImVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jqqjl3yTn34/s320/mordred.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125667671278917970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/knights/orkney/mordred.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Le Fay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIKYg9ImWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5BrG9pCO6rg/s1600-h/maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIKYg9ImWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5BrG9pCO6rg/s320/maria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125670742180534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.andyzermanski.com/maria.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2774140883396459702?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2774140883396459702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2774140883396459702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2774140883396459702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2774140883396459702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/elaines-hometown-castle.html' title='Elaine&apos;s Hometown Castle'/><author><name>Fer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEejP79Et9o/RyIHTg9ImUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QJTgdKqFnP8/s72-c/guildford2m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8120358799744803965</id><published>2007-10-26T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:32:50.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Gawain's Birthplace--and other people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orkney.gov.uk/media/heritage/ring-of-brodgar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.orkney.gov.uk/media/heritage/ring-of-brodgar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orkney, birthplace, and land my father ruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/dixonlancelaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/dixonlancelaine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine of Astolat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malory.net/images/ywain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.malory.net/images/ywain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Ywain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orkney: http://www.orkney.gov.uk/media/heritage/ring-of-brodgar.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/dixonlancelaine.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ywain: http://www.malory.net/images/ywain.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8120358799744803965?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8120358799744803965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8120358799744803965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8120358799744803965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8120358799744803965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-gawains-birthplace-and-other-people.html' title='Sir Gawain&apos;s Birthplace--and other people'/><author><name>chederma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503377599835495217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8438795513702800487</id><published>2007-10-26T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:50:30.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Sir Bedivere</title><content type='html'>It is quite unknown where Sir Bedivere was born, however it was believed he was buried in Morgannwg, shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/WalesGlamorganTrad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/WalesGlamorganTrad.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/excalibur-sword/merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/excalibur-sword/merlin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cloudmover.net/images/gamcardillos/cardscamelotlegends/thumbs/th_queenmorgause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.cloudmover.net/images/gamcardillos/cardscamelotlegends/thumbs/th_queenmorgause.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Cited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/WalesGlamorganTrad.png"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/WalesGlamorganTrad.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/excalibur-sword/merlin.jpg"&gt;http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/image/excalibur-sword/merlin.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cloudmover.net/images/gamcardillos/cardscamelotlegends/thumbs/th_queenmorgause.jpg"&gt;http://www.cloudmover.net/images/gamcardillos/cardscamelotlegends/thumbs/th_queenmorgause.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8438795513702800487?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8438795513702800487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8438795513702800487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8438795513702800487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8438795513702800487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-from-sir-bedivere.html' title='Pictures from Sir Bedivere'/><author><name>Becky Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660397523842063898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1081690690596411586</id><published>2007-10-26T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:16:25.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Ywain, Birthplace and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH2H7fn6xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kibM76M8ukE/s1600-h/welsh+map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125648467014183698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH2H7fn6xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kibM76M8ukE/s320/welsh+map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Map of Welsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walesonline.uk.com/"&gt;http://www.walesonline.uk.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH1zrfn6wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhfdVedni4Q/s1600-h/HectorPewter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125648119121832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH1zrfn6wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mhfdVedni4Q/s320/HectorPewter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sir Hector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pewterkingdom.com/roundtable.htm"&gt;http://www.pewterkingdom.com/roundtable.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125648776251829026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH2Z7fn6yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aFdJZnx_khQ/s320/lady_of_lake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://giam.typepad.com/100_years_of_illustration/2004/12/howard_pyle_kin.html"&gt;http://giam.typepad.com/100_years_of_illustration/2004/12/howard_pyle_kin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1081690690596411586?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1081690690596411586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1081690690596411586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1081690690596411586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1081690690596411586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-ywain-birthplace-and-more.html' title='Sir Ywain, Birthplace and More'/><author><name>T.Chase</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rRc_x_2V5A/RyH2H7fn6xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kibM76M8ukE/s72-c/welsh+map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3442690609617177886</id><published>2007-10-26T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:01:49.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Percival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHvCPtn-xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKZR7j2H8AM/s1600-h/Angleseym%C3%B4ncloseup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHvCPtn-xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKZR7j2H8AM/s320/Angleseym%C3%B4ncloseup.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125640672781007634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Angleseym%C3%B4ncloseup.png&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is said that my father, King Pellinore, had his kingdom at Listenoise which was believed to be on the island of  Anglesay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHyzvtn-zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xhN3l46C1lE/s1600-h/firstknight01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHyzvtn-zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xhN3l46C1lE/s320/firstknight01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125644821719415602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://allstarz.hollywood.com/~seanconnery/firstknight01.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Guinevere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHzHftn-0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXbpWAl8NPk/s1600-h/jo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHzHftn-0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nXbpWAl8NPk/s320/jo7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125645161021832002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Academy/9850/jo7.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3442690609617177886?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3442690609617177886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3442690609617177886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3442690609617177886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3442690609617177886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-percival.html' title='Sir Percival'/><author><name>Ray Fischer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071781884083873645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZB4JT4GUPz4/RyHvCPtn-xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jKZR7j2H8AM/s72-c/Angleseym%C3%B4ncloseup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1388260415259577991</id><published>2007-10-26T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:08:34.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Lancelot</title><content type='html'>Born of Benwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1IcIzaUI/AAAAAAAAABI/MeEsT5vXPjw/s1600-h/image.html.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1IcIzaUI/AAAAAAAAABI/MeEsT5vXPjw/s200/image.html.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125506638776854850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traumwerk.stanford.edu:3455/ MichaelShanks/1785&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady of the Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1XcIzaVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/idKK2F8tbmI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1XcIzaVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/idKK2F8tbmI/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125506896474892626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://students.ou.edu/N/Jessica.D.Nelson-1/lady_of_the_lake.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Bors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1scIzaWI/AAAAAAAAABY/8VXFDGUZqYE/s1600-h/089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1scIzaWI/AAAAAAAAABY/8VXFDGUZqYE/s200/089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125507257252145506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/trt/img/089.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1388260415259577991?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1388260415259577991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1388260415259577991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1388260415259577991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1388260415259577991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-lancelot_26.html' title='Sir Lancelot'/><author><name>tgonyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450783805167372425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FFWlCjdbjw/RyF1IcIzaUI/AAAAAAAAABI/MeEsT5vXPjw/s72-c/image.html.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1748212737196039025</id><published>2007-10-26T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:55:16.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Dagonet has pictures for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFx6gVDoUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jqXPcIr9yAw/s1600-h/Nogales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125503100848939330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFx6gVDoUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jqXPcIr9yAw/s320/Nogales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homeland of Norgales or somewhere with a similar name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educastur.princast.es/ies/rosarioa/archivos/blog/lorenzo/Nogales_Oso.jpg"&gt;http://web.educastur.princast.es/ies/rosarioa/archivos/blog/lorenzo/Nogales_Oso.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFxTAVDoSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6APW5SLK1TQ/s1600-h/Gawain_and_the_Green_Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125502422244106530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFxTAVDoSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6APW5SLK1TQ/s320/Gawain_and_the_Green_Knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Gawain and the green knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gawain"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gawain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isolt and Tristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/trismenu.htm"&gt;http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/trismenu.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125503938367562082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFyrQVDoWI/AAAAAAAAABM/CBYIo4lXSvw/s320/isolt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1748212737196039025?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1748212737196039025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1748212737196039025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1748212737196039025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1748212737196039025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-dagonet-has-pictures-for-you.html' title='Sir Dagonet has pictures for you'/><author><name>Rob Yarnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057294024517746199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_anhwKZqa0wU/RyFx6gVDoUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jqXPcIr9yAw/s72-c/Nogales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3614719540229025342</id><published>2007-10-25T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:14:57.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caer Gai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFnMqBNYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QglS803Gy4Y/s1600-h/caer+gai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFnMqBNYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QglS803Gy4Y/s320/caer+gai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125491318059786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.ancientworlds.net/aw/Article/506604&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFnrqBNYdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i1beMPMGBCs/s1600-h/caer+gai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFnrqBNYdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/i1beMPMGBCs/s320/caer+gai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125491850635731410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.gtj.org.uk/cy/blowup1/298&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFn-6BNYeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A5CS_wMqbk8/s1600-h/merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFn-6BNYeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A5CS_wMqbk8/s320/merlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125492181348213218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mythandmagik.tripod.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady of the Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFpcqBNYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/74OgE_kLNOs/s1600-h/CynthiaReLadyLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFpcqBNYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/74OgE_kLNOs/s320/CynthiaReLadyLake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125493791960949266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.haveyouseengod.com/Details/CynthiaReLadyLake.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3614719540229025342?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3614719540229025342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3614719540229025342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3614719540229025342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3614719540229025342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-kay.html' title='Sir Kay'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819114180912672675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YnBVcauF4RU/RyFnMqBNYcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QglS803Gy4Y/s72-c/caer+gai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3348700582797070142</id><published>2007-10-25T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:49:57.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur's Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyEreKHlxfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V1Flkm_4mD4/s1600-h/Arthur%27s+clothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425648036595186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyEreKHlxfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V1Flkm_4mD4/s320/Arthur%27s+clothing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dress is one that is only fit for a king. I wear a golden helmet with a dragon crest inscribed on it. Around my neck I wear a golden torque and I am fitted with a glossy shirt with lightweight body armor. In my left hand I carry a circular shield, Pridwen. In my right hand is my long bladed spear Rhon, and my legendary sword Excalibur is hung from my waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3348700582797070142?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3348700582797070142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3348700582797070142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3348700582797070142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3348700582797070142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/king-arthurs-clothing.html' title='King Arthur&apos;s Clothing'/><author><name>Sinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02486301556725695620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyEreKHlxfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V1Flkm_4mD4/s72-c/Arthur%27s+clothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3542375908657844264</id><published>2007-10-25T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:01:59.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEcxIs4pNI/AAAAAAAAABM/1HrA2AfB17A/s1600-h/garethpic1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125409481399248082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEcxIs4pNI/AAAAAAAAABM/1HrA2AfB17A/s320/garethpic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a portrait of Sir Gareth, one of Morgause's children and Lynette. The only one of her sons that when he found out about her affair with Lamorak, son of Pellinore who's father the King killed Morgause's husband, didn't have a part in their murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/arthur/images/gareth.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/gareth.html&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=259&amp;amp;sz=94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=r7XRcASMr63U5M:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=80&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgareth,%2Bson%2Bof%2BMorgause%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS239"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/arthur/images/gareth.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/gareth.html&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=259&amp;amp;sz=94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=r7XRcASMr63U5M:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=80&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgareth,%2Bson%2Bof%2BMorgause%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS239&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEXvYs4pLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ThDp3pWhzTg/s1600-h/igraine-img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125403953776338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEXvYs4pLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ThDp3pWhzTg/s320/igraine-img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a spanish portrait of Igraine, mother of Morgause as well as King Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.etcmagazine.com.ar/elarcon/igraine-img.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.etcmagazine.com.ar/index.php%3Foption%3Dcom_content%26task%3Dview%26id%3D308%26Itemid%3D55&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=150&amp;amp;sz=5&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=72&amp;amp;tbnid=SpAlLNOqjNYxwM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=80&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DIgraine%26start%3D63%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D21%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEPfIs4pGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/txN7ut2nmHw/s1600-h/orkney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125394878510441570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEPfIs4pGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/txN7ut2nmHw/s320/orkney2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the remains of the St. Peter church in the Orkney Islands, near my place of birth and where I lived my whole life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://community.iexplore.com/photos/journal_photos/P8220130.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://community.iexplore.com/search/default.asp%3Fphrase%3Dthe%2BMiddle%2BAges%26searchType%3Dall&amp;amp;h=337&amp;amp;w=450&amp;amp;sz=59&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=uGkHrqTU54L9kM:&amp;amp;tbnh=95&amp;amp;tbnw=127&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DOrkney%2BIsles%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive"&gt;http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://community.iexplore.com/photos/journal_photos/P8220130.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://community.iexplore.com/search/default.asp%3Fphrase%3Dthe%2BMiddle%2BAges%26searchType%3Dall&amp;amp;h=337&amp;amp;w=450&amp;amp;sz=59&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=uGkHrqTU54L9kM:&amp;amp;tbnh=95&amp;amp;tbnw=127&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DOrkney%2BIsles%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3542375908657844264?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3542375908657844264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3542375908657844264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3542375908657844264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3542375908657844264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morgause.html' title='Morgause'/><author><name>Adeveaux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613519787716883645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KZpxBsY8m0/RyEcxIs4pNI/AAAAAAAAABM/1HrA2AfB17A/s72-c/garethpic1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1482177085780434316</id><published>2007-10-25T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:23:23.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Lynette's Morals</title><content type='html'>I have no problem about being late and I don't have an issue summoning a knight and having him try to kill my sister's lover, Sir Gareth. I will call people horrible names and try to make them fell like scum. There isn't much that I won't do. But I do it all to get the best for my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1482177085780434316?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1482177085780434316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1482177085780434316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1482177085780434316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1482177085780434316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/lady-lynettes-morals.html' title='Lady Lynette&apos;s Morals'/><author><name>mygodisdavey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209751525004279993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5769518568161665601</id><published>2007-10-25T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:18:54.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynette and Lyonesse Picture from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOt_d12ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qDCbL7uD3DM/s1600-h/Isle+of+Avelo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125323665473657234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOt_d12ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qDCbL7uD3DM/s320/Isle+of+Avelo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our home Isle of Avalon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingarthura-z.home.att.net/4GlasSea28.gif"&gt;http://kingarthura-z.home.att.net/4GlasSea28.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOuPd12aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WbymsVaunSU/s1600-h/gareth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125323669768624546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOuPd12aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WbymsVaunSU/s320/gareth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sir Gareth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/gareth.html" target="_top"&gt;www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/gareth.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOuPd12bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gJ-GomuhazU/s1600-h/Iseult+the+fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125323669768624562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOuPd12bI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gJ-GomuhazU/s320/Iseult+the+fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iseult the Fair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iseult" target="_top"&gt;en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iseult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5769518568161665601?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5769518568161665601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5769518568161665601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5769518568161665601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5769518568161665601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/lynette-and-lyonesse-picture-from-home.html' title='Lynette and Lyonesse Picture from home'/><author><name>mygodisdavey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209751525004279993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wDyZg3oH8Sk/RyDOt_d12ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qDCbL7uD3DM/s72-c/Isle+of+Avelo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-9215709324033612959</id><published>2007-10-25T04:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:34:52.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur's pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyBcvKHlxeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cY6T9D-tHN8/s1600-h/Camelot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125198341187421666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyBcvKHlxeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cY6T9D-tHN8/s320/Camelot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camelot, all that I live for and my greatest possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125196713394816450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyBbQaHlxcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WltqdqwBRCo/s320/Sir+Lancelot.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sir Lancelot, my most trusted knight, my best friend and my wife’s lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125197224495924690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyBbuKHlxdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ilChXspVXzw/s320/Queen+Guinevere.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My wife, the love of my life, Queen Guinevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/england/sites/camelot.htm"&gt;http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/england/sites/camelot.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faculty.smu.edu/bwheeler/kinga/lancelot1.gif"&gt;http://faculty.smu.edu/bwheeler/kinga/lancelot1.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/images/efbguin.htm"&gt;http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/images/efbguin.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-9215709324033612959?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/9215709324033612959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=9215709324033612959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/9215709324033612959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/9215709324033612959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/king-arthur-pictures.html' title='King Arthur&apos;s pictures'/><author><name>Sinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02486301556725695620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLi75fhaYw0/RyBcvKHlxeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cY6T9D-tHN8/s72-c/Camelot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8389939418446337037</id><published>2007-10-24T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:23:52.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.touruk.co.uk/castles/castle_Launceston.htm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and www.geocities.com/Paris/Lights/9717/igraine.htm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/gallery/deathofarthur.jpg'/><title type='text'>Sir Constantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt1xLedCsFo/Rx_umWd0qEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IykNJHTOius/s1600-h/launceston.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125077243604019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt1xLedCsFo/Rx_umWd0qEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IykNJHTOius/s200/launceston.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the remains of Launceston Castle,&lt;br /&gt;built as a gateway to my homeland, Cornwall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/gallery/deathofarthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/gallery/deathofarthur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an artist's rendition of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the noble Sir Bedivere and the dying King Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt1xLedCsFo/Rx_ucmd0qDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/giq54z_n-nk/s1600-h/igraine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125077076100294706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt1xLedCsFo/Rx_ucmd0qDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/giq54z_n-nk/s200/igraine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is another artist's rendition of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arthur's beautiful mother, Igraine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8389939418446337037?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8389939418446337037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8389939418446337037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8389939418446337037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8389939418446337037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-constantine.html' title='Sir Constantine'/><author><name>mallred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15638896663569933395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt1xLedCsFo/Rx_umWd0qEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IykNJHTOius/s72-c/launceston.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7663775626824172469</id><published>2007-10-24T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:09:25.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Beaumains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9B_qyDOrI/AAAAAAAAABA/8pxwVxX9yfk/s1600-h/DSCN3208aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9B_qyDOrI/AAAAAAAAABA/8pxwVxX9yfk/s320/DSCN3208aa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124887463042693810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         North Wales, my birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sir Kay and Lady Linet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9CFqyDOsI/AAAAAAAAABI/olS5D_78dZs/s1600-h/sir+kay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9CFqyDOsI/AAAAAAAAABI/olS5D_78dZs/s320/sir+kay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124887566121908930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9CKqyDOtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K7Dp5wz_8SI/s1600-h/Linet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9CKqyDOtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K7Dp5wz_8SI/s320/Linet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124887652021254866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.equinoxe.org.uk/?cat=6&lt;br /&gt; http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/trt/trt10.htm   &lt;br /&gt;  http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/gallery/p_img/p.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7663775626824172469?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7663775626824172469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7663775626824172469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7663775626824172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7663775626824172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-beaumains.html' title='Sir Beaumains'/><author><name>sbronis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07539841313870703339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILH-du9i_2A/Rx9B_qyDOrI/AAAAAAAAABA/8pxwVxX9yfk/s72-c/DSCN3208aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8075841295753469764</id><published>2007-10-23T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:25:49.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Guinevere's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://library.thinkquest.org/04oct/01895/images/castle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/04oct/01895/images/castle.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/rose-garden-arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/rose-garden-arch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do not know where in today's world this castle lies, but it reminds my of my own home, long ago, in Cameliard. The other is a picture of the gardens, within the castle walls. See? My home may look dreary on the outside, but inside was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mockingbird.creighton.edu/english/fajardo/teaching/eng340/Leighton-Tristan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://mockingbird.creighton.edu/english/fajardo/teaching/eng340/Leighton-Tristan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of my friend Isolde, and her own lover Tristan. Isolde was a kind girl, but in the end betrayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/kay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/kay.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly Sir Kay...a man not known for being the best of knights, in our court, but for his readiness to hold a grudge and give insult. He was not, all together, a bad man, but I never found him pleasant, foster brother of my husband or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://library.thinkquest.org/04oct/01895/images/castle.gif&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/rose-garden/rose-garden-arch.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://mockingbird.creighton.edu/english/fajardo/teaching/eng340/Leighton-Tristan.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/kay.gif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8075841295753469764?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8075841295753469764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8075841295753469764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8075841295753469764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8075841295753469764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/lady.html' title='Lady Guinevere&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Keir Alekseii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7550832634396190547</id><published>2007-10-23T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:25:39.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthplace of Sir Galahad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castell Dinas Bran is the speculative Castle Corbenic, my birthplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6QFkde_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/HjcxE1gZOJY/s1600-h/castellbran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124691851355290978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6QFkde_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/HjcxE1gZOJY/s320/castellbran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.britannia.com/history/arthur/corbenic.html"&gt;http://www.britannia.com/history/arthur/corbenic.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sir Bedivere who casts Excalibur into the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6QA0de_VI/AAAAAAAAACo/xrfMdKEerNY/s1600-h/bedivereswordlake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124691769750912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6QA0de_VI/AAAAAAAAACo/xrfMdKEerNY/s320/bedivereswordlake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/4186/Arthur/htmlpages/kingarthurlegendpeople.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/4186/Arthur/htmlpages/kingarthurlegendpeople.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters Lyonesse and Lynette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6P40de_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/iPhudJOs-sY/s1600-h/Lynette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124691632311958834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="360" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6P40de_TI/AAAAAAAAACY/iPhudJOs-sY/s320/Lynette.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6P8kde_UI/AAAAAAAAACg/YhIroFSZA8E/s1600-h/lionesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124691696736468290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px" height="338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6P8kde_UI/AAAAAAAAACg/YhIroFSZA8E/s320/lionesse.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6P8kde_UI/AAAAAAAAACg/YhIroFSZA8E/s1600-h/lionesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                            Lyonesse                                                                             Lynette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/tales.html"&gt;http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/tales.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7550832634396190547?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7550832634396190547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7550832634396190547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7550832634396190547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7550832634396190547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthplace-of-sir-galahad.html' title='The Birthplace of Sir Galahad'/><author><name>JennParaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490729740943008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZTA_7cmiRg/Rx6QFkde_WI/AAAAAAAAACw/HjcxE1gZOJY/s72-c/castellbran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5462954830554849495</id><published>2007-10-23T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:04:52.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Agravaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6KUQb9gHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RtsnXsIsqeM/s1600-h/ring-of-brodgar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6KUQb9gHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RtsnXsIsqeM/s320/ring-of-brodgar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685506608463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the land of my birth, Orkney and this is the &lt;a href="http://www.orkney.gov.uk/nqcontent.cfm?a_name=heritage_home"&gt;Ring of Brodgar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/bors.html"&gt;Sir Bors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6K8Qb9gII/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZIbC9IvFZWs/s1600-h/bors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6K8Qb9gII/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZIbC9IvFZWs/s320/bors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124686193803231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/lancelot.html"&gt;Nimue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6LMAb9gJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GD6-ziJiwAE/s1600-h/nimue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6LMAb9gJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GD6-ziJiwAE/s320/nimue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124686464386171026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5462954830554849495?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5462954830554849495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5462954830554849495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5462954830554849495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5462954830554849495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-agravaine.html' title='Sir Agravaine'/><author><name>Philina Richardson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992384994505063242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aumIC8chBoY/Rx6KUQb9gHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RtsnXsIsqeM/s72-c/ring-of-brodgar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8350603753993245126</id><published>2007-10-23T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:07:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG/800px-Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG/800px-Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocky coasts of Ireland is my home, behind me are rolling hills of green, my castle off in the distance. I usually come here to think--the sound of the waves soothe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Galahad the Pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/gallery/c_img/c_gbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/gallery/c_img/c_gbc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine, the spurned lover of Lancelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/andersonSelaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/andersonSelaine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliane: http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/andersonSelaine.jpg&lt;br /&gt;Galahad: http://www.uidaho.edu/student_orgs/arthurian_legend/gallery/c_img/c_gbc.jpg&lt;br /&gt;Ireland: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e0/Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG/800px-Inishbofin,_Galway,_Ireland._Landscape_03.JPG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8350603753993245126?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8350603753993245126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8350603753993245126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8350603753993245126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8350603753993245126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/isolde.html' title='Isolde'/><author><name>Shatondra Cobbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587249333615238082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://nian.blog.excite.it/img/fenrir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-684634961444949688</id><published>2007-10-23T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:39:03.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gawain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady of the Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castlelaw'/><title type='text'>Kingdom of Gododdin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cyberscotia.com/ancient-lothian/castlelaw/castlelaw-hillfort-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.cyberscotia.com/ancient-lothian/castlelaw/castlelaw-hillfort-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are the remains of the Castlelaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;whose ramparts were constructed within the period of Brythonic occupation under the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; kingdom of Gododdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady of the Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/625377197_883fd8c4c9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 226px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/625377197_883fd8c4c9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sir Gawain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://students.ou.edu/G/Michael.A.Ginn-1/images/gawain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://students.ou.edu/G/Michael.A.Ginn-1/images/gawain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cyberscotia.com/ancient-lothian/castlelaw/castlelaw-hillfort-1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/625377197_883fd8c4c9.jpg?v=0&lt;br /&gt;http://students.ou.edu/G/Michael.A.Ginn-1/images/gawain.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-684634961444949688?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/684634961444949688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=684634961444949688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/684634961444949688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/684634961444949688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/kingdom-of-gododdin.html' title='Kingdom of Gododdin'/><author><name>nsciullo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152789599327164155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6113521052192649846</id><published>2007-10-22T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:32:48.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan le Fay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gothicimage.co.uk/books/images/maker5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gothicimage.co.uk/books/images/maker5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Isle of "Apple trees" or Avalon is a place close to my heart and where I was born.  It is found among the other British Isles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wizardio.com/images/merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.wizardio.com/images/merlin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/pellinore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/pellinore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              King Pellinore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/percivale.gif&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wizardio.com/images/merlin.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gothicimage.co.uk/books/images/maker5.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6113521052192649846?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6113521052192649846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6113521052192649846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6113521052192649846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6113521052192649846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morgan-le-fay.html' title='Morgan le Fay'/><author><name>Tclancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253355599631394815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8843164767607043603</id><published>2007-10-22T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:45:17.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/64/182297745_757593eb47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/64/182297745_757593eb47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a castle located just to the north of de Gales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/tristan___isolde/sophia_myles/isolde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/tristan___isolde/sophia_myles/isolde1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Percival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/research/tateresearch/tatepapers/04spring/images/ill_gothic/fig3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tate.org.uk/research/tateresearch/tatepapers/04spring/images/ill_gothic/fig3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://static.flickr.com/64/182297745_757593eb47.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/tristan___isolde/sophia_myles/isolde1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tate.org.uk/research/tateresearch/tatepapers/04spring/images/ill_gothic/fig3.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8843164767607043603?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8843164767607043603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8843164767607043603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8843164767607043603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8843164767607043603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-picture-of-castle-located-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Klutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327787346381129845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8755354188752139998</id><published>2007-10-22T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:56:18.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Maleagant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXuNVXBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fap6LPP06NA/s1600-h/rj_castle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXuNVXBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fap6LPP06NA/s320/rj_castle.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124235865884023826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Sir Maleagant's castle which located in the City of Gore, because Sir Maleagant is a son of King Bagdemagus who rules the City of Gore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Lancelot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXeNVXAI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tj_AXPEcpk4/s1600-h/lancelot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXeNVXAI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tj_AXPEcpk4/s320/lancelot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124235861589056514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgause&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXeNVW_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EOy8G_Tbhv8/s1600-h/queenmorgause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXeNVW_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EOy8G_Tbhv8/s320/queenmorgause.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124235861589056498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources: www.hp-lexicon.org/ images/rj/rj_castle.gif&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crystalinks.com/lancelot.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cloudmover.net/gamecards/cards_camelotillos/queenmorgause.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8755354188752139998?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8755354188752139998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8755354188752139998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8755354188752139998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8755354188752139998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-maleagant.html' title='Sir Maleagant'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11090514463731567116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/RxzxXuNVXBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fap6LPP06NA/s72-c/rj_castle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7825028387620799015</id><published>2007-10-22T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:31:49.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Pelleas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/British_isles_802.jpg/572px-"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/British_isles_802.jpg/572px-" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am Sir Pelleas and I am from The Isles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/British_isles_802.jpg/572px"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/British_isles_802.jpg/572px&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sir Gawain/Lady Guinevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/Proj2004A1/gawain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/Proj2004A1/gawain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/Proj2004A1/gawain.jpg"&gt;http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/Proj2004A1/gawain.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Queen_Guinevere.jpg/250px-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://csis.pace.edu/grendel/Proj2004A1/gawain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7825028387620799015?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7825028387620799015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7825028387620799015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7825028387620799015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7825028387620799015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-pelleas.html' title='Sir Pelleas'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04478367010890945937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2602890573103726103</id><published>2007-10-21T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:05:14.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals of Sir Pelleas</title><content type='html'>I am knight Sir Pelleas and i do not steal or lie but i will kill for my lady Ettard. She sent knights outside of her castle to kill me but i disposed of every single one to show her the love i have for her and that i can and am able to protect her in any case what so ever. Even though she shows me hatred in many ways and takes advantage of me from all stand point i dont take my frustration out on her but on her knights and that is where i show my violence throughout the time outside of her castle and kingdom. My LOVE that i wish to show her through daily romance and sweet sex will not happen because of the hatred she is showing me right now and this is what i have to go through to even make her even understand the true love i have for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2602890573103726103?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2602890573103726103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2602890573103726103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2602890573103726103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2602890573103726103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-sir-pelleas.html' title='Morals of Sir Pelleas'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04478367010890945937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8583097726849446267</id><published>2007-10-21T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:50:45.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Bors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sir Bors' Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/Rxvx7zR9pYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zuzaK-3Z7Sg/s1600-h/Bors_Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123955010744198530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/Rxvx7zR9pYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zuzaK-3Z7Sg/s320/Bors_Castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the beautiful castle I was born in, as well as the place I have always called home. For my father and mother were the King and Queen of Gannes. Gannes may also be referred to as Gaul and is located in Western Europe. After my fathers passing, I not only inherited the crown to become King, but this magnificent piece of architecture. My wife, child and I enjoy every waking moment here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Pierrefonds6.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Pierrefonds6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Pierrefonds6.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sir Tristan&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morgan Le Fay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/RxvsVTR9pWI/AAAAAAAAABU/LmujNQ6e0_A/s1600-h/Tristram-Isolde-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123948851761096034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/RxvsVTR9pWI/AAAAAAAAABU/LmujNQ6e0_A/s320/Tristram-Isolde-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123958468192871922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/Rxv1FDR9pfI/AAAAAAAAACc/y7_PfCl8s2A/s320/morgan_le_fay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sir Tristan&lt;/span&gt; was sent to Ireland to bring back the Queen to be of Cornwall, Iseult. However, on their way back to make her Queen, they fell in love. They now stay far way from Cornwall so that they can be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Tristram-Isolde-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Tristram-Isolde-L.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morgan Le Fay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is King Arthur's half-sister. She is also known to transform into many different shapes and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/morgan_le_fay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/bios/images/morgan_le_fay.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8583097726849446267?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8583097726849446267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8583097726849446267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8583097726849446267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8583097726849446267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-bors.html' title='Sir Bors'/><author><name>MaeJenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592622514172403265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbWiqj6Sw98/Rxvx7zR9pYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zuzaK-3Z7Sg/s72-c/Bors_Castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2800065926121363047</id><published>2007-10-21T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:02:24.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment #5</title><content type='html'>This assignment is due on Friday, October 26th by 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I am intrigued by the various different approaches that you have taken to this project. Now, this is a nitty gritty assignment, that will require a little bit of work but not a lot of writing. I want you to find three pictures for the blog that fill the following criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A picture that represents that place of your character's birth. It doesn't have to be an actual picture of the place, but it should at least symbolize your homeland or place of birth. It should also be clearly identifiable in location...don't just choose a generic castle. It could be a picture of the Scottish highlands, or of the actual castle that was said to be your birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A picture/drawing that portrays one of the other male characters. You can not use the same picture as anyone else or one that has been used before. In other words, make sure you look at the other choices before you post. There are lots of male characters besides Arthur, Lancelot and Mordred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A picture/drawing that portrays one of the other female characters.  Again, the same rules as above apply. While there are less female characters, there are still plenty of different pictures for people like Morgan Le Fay and Guinevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you provide web citations for all images. Make sure you also clearly identify who the images are. Finally, if three other people have chosen to post a picture of the same male character you wanted to use, you must choose another character of the appropriate gender. There are plenty to go around. I don't want 28 Arthurs and 28 Guineveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2800065926121363047?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2800065926121363047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2800065926121363047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2800065926121363047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2800065926121363047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/assignment-5.html' title='Assignment #5'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2144483879607090637</id><published>2007-10-15T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:12:08.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Code of Sir Bedivere</title><content type='html'>My moral code lies with every other knight. We are held to honor this code everyday we live. Our duties lie within our King. We will kill or do anything for him, practically. However, I will never lie or steal from him. That would be against my moral code. This in fact is one of my biggest fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no problems with violence. I see it everyday. My life revolves around violence and I believe that i always must be done. There is birth, life, and death in everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the love department - I don't have much of one. My life is devoted to King Arthur so I spend far to much time protecting him and myself from death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2144483879607090637?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2144483879607090637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2144483879607090637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2144483879607090637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2144483879607090637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/moral-code-of-sir-bedivere.html' title='Moral Code of Sir Bedivere'/><author><name>Becky Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660397523842063898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3005978259328041752</id><published>2007-10-12T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:18:04.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Ector's Moral Code</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before, honor is the most important thing for a knight. As a knight, I will never steal or commit such lowly crimes. But, I am a warrior. And it is the duty of a warrior to protect his people. It is only to protect my people and to preserve my honor that I will commit murder. And never will I hurt any innocent person. Another element of my morality is that I will never turn my back on danger. I prefer to die in battle than retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About sex, being a christian I believe that the sole purpose of sex is procreation. Sex committed for pleasure is a sin as clearly outlined in the bible. Also, I will have sex only with the woman I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3005978259328041752?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3005978259328041752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3005978259328041752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3005978259328041752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3005978259328041752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-ectors-moral-code.html' title='Sir Ector&apos;s Moral Code'/><author><name>Mihir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622613017772199569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/Y/0/-/-/stewie_evil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5732083099161411062</id><published>2007-10-12T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:50:01.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinevere's Morals</title><content type='html'>I believe in protecting my people. Doing what is best for them. Helping them. Making sure they are happy. I believe in protecting those that need protecting and caring for the poor and unfortunate. I believe in loyalty to my people and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in killing, or in violence, except to protect what must be protected. I leave warfare to the Knights, who live for battle. My job is healing, not hurting. Supporting, not standing on the frontlines. Be a beacon of hope for the people, and an inspiration to the armies and the Knights, is that not what all ladies are taught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing is against God, and wrong in all ways. Take only what is your due, and give back generously. It is the code of both Knight and Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies are the weapon of a woman. We are not swordmasters, we do not joust. To protect what we love, we lie. In fact for love, we do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exception to my rules are children. I may not have one of my own, but children are to be loved, cared for and protected. To give a child happiness, I would lie, cheat, steal and yes...I think I may even kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to say about romance...I was taught that a wife must love only her husband. But the truth is that many Ladies love outside of marriage, and many Knights, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I regret the result of my actions, I cannot truly say that I was unhappy with Lancelot. Even in secret. Even though I was disgraced. I believe in love, and doing anything for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old maids may have said that sex was only for marriage, and for children, but sex with passionate love is like nothing else I have known. I would lie, for love. I might even steal. But for a lady to kill for love is the most selfish act. It perhaps is the only thing I would not do, though sometimes my love makes me crazy enough to think I might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5732083099161411062?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5732083099161411062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5732083099161411062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5732083099161411062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5732083099161411062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/guineveres-morals.html' title='Guinevere&apos;s Morals'/><author><name>Keir Alekseii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6516230875445454606</id><published>2007-10-12T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:38:10.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Gawain-morals</title><content type='html'>Of course I have morals. I am a knight, so how could I not? I try to live honourably, although I admit, yes, I have fallen short of my own expectations before. I do not want to lie, or steal, or cheat. But yes, I have lied simply in the hopes of saving my life. I was lucky enough to realise my mistake and to remind myself of it when I even think I might have reason to lie. But yes, I am a knight, and I am no stranger to the ways of battle. Sometimes a man must kill, but one must always attempt to allow his foe to die with honour. Now, concerning women, well, yes, I would say that I am not undesirable. I have married several times, though none I have loved better than Dame Ragnell, she who I had for five years. And true, I rejected and avoided events, such as jousting to be with her, and some would call this cowardly. I myself call it good sense... What man would not desire to lie with his beautiful wife every chance he gets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6516230875445454606?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6516230875445454606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6516230875445454606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6516230875445454606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6516230875445454606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-gawain-morals.html' title='Sir Gawain-morals'/><author><name>chederma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04503377599835495217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6479919838259276626</id><published>2007-10-12T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:39:28.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals of  Morgan Le Fay</title><content type='html'>Many people believe I have an ambiguous moral conscious.  I usually do what I want with out worrying about consequences.  I have had affairs and some may call me premiscous.  I have indulged in temtation of the flesh before and not much has stopped me, except Guenevere.  She broke up my affair with Guiomar.  Little does she know that revenge is bitter sweet and I will go to any extremes, no matter who gets hurt.  I have preformed many malevent acts and violence does not concern me as long as a get what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6479919838259276626?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6479919838259276626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6479919838259276626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6479919838259276626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6479919838259276626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-morgan-le-fay.html' title='Morals of  Morgan Le Fay'/><author><name>Tclancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01253355599631394815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7263249240541603094</id><published>2007-10-12T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:39:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morals of a Knight of the Round Table</title><content type='html'>I, Sir Constantine, am a sworn Knight of the Round Table.  Thus, at the feast of the Pentecost every year I renew my vows to "only fight in just cause, at all times to be merciful, and at all times to put the service of ladies foremost."  Furthermore, as a knight I have pledged my sword and body to serving my Lord, fellow knights, and women in distress as well as defending the honorable against the dishonorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal code is to be at all times honorable, just, loyal, brave, and righteous.  I will only kill in the defense of my life, the life of others, and the kingdom.  Romance and love are a natural part of life and should be embraced by a knight.  However, a knight should never succumb to lust and the desire to rape and pillage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was given my knighthood, this is the code I am sworn to live by until my death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7263249240541603094?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7263249240541603094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7263249240541603094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7263249240541603094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7263249240541603094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-knight-of-round-table.html' title='The Morals of a Knight of the Round Table'/><author><name>mallred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15638896663569933395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7731578991106258322</id><published>2007-10-12T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:17:25.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine's Moral Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I, Elaine, the fair maid of Astolat, am an exemplary Christian. I am considered well-mannered by Sir Bors himself. Sins simply do not cross my mind. I do not lie. What I say, is. I respect my elders. I do nothing without first having approval from my father. I always place the worries of others before my own. I cannot stand to see another suffer. The pain of another is my own. I believe in holy matrimony. I believe that not even money can buy love. Love, the one ideal by which I live. For love, and only for love, I would steal, I would lie, I would beg, I would kill, I would die. What good is dignity when there is no love? What good is anything without love for love is the root of all good. That is why love is first and most important in what I call my moral code.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7731578991106258322?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7731578991106258322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7731578991106258322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7731578991106258322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7731578991106258322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/elaines-moral-code.html' title='Elaine&apos;s Moral Code'/><author><name>Fer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-4483611237898488485</id><published>2007-10-12T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:27:31.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals of Sir Dagonet</title><content type='html'>Although some may call me coward, it is just that I have morals I will not kill to kill or even fight to fight.  Practical jokes and causing humiliation may be used as weapons but they are just fun and games no one gets hurt.  I am a loving man who loves my wife, my family, and my king, and if anyone was to harm them I would consider it my duty to hunt them down and kill them.  No joke.  I'm being serious.  Not like the time I slayed three giants without using anything, but my bare hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-4483611237898488485?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4483611237898488485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=4483611237898488485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4483611237898488485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4483611237898488485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-sir-dagonet.html' title='Morals of Sir Dagonet'/><author><name>Rob Yarnell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057294024517746199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2039746217843347783</id><published>2007-10-12T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:30:36.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur's Morals</title><content type='html'>My morals? Well! In my eyes fighting is a last resort; I shall not fight unless it is totally necessary however, were my kingdom is concerned, I will not hesitate to put my crown aside and leap off of my thrown to fight for what is right. I will never commit an act that would jeopardize my reputation as the great King I’m known to be. I have always taught my noble knights to take pride in their land and always display generosity, courtesy and justice as this is the way I was taught. In battle, I shall steal from my enemies if necessary to stay alive or to accomplish victory. My love and affection for Queen Guinevere is never ending however, my suspicions about her relationship with Sir Lancelot are growing and this may lead to me neglecting my morals and doing something that I may regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2039746217843347783?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2039746217843347783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2039746217843347783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2039746217843347783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2039746217843347783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/king-arthurs-morals.html' title='King Arthur&apos;s Morals'/><author><name>Sinni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02486301556725695620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7943925733605367424</id><published>2007-10-12T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:38:28.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals of Mordred</title><content type='html'>My morals were instilled in me by my amazing mother.  My wretched father who is the unworthy king of England deserves to die!!! He raped my mother... his Sister! But I have a plan to exact revenge. I plan to steal the throne, and his wife. The shame and wickedness of his sins will finally be made known.  I will lie, cheat, and steal to obtain my goal, and neither god, nor man can stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7943925733605367424?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7943925733605367424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7943925733605367424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7943925733605367424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7943925733605367424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-mordred.html' title='Morals of Mordred'/><author><name>nsciullo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152789599327164155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-4433003752003193414</id><published>2007-10-12T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:16:50.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Lancelot</title><content type='html'>As you know, I am a knight, therefore I follow the knights code of chivalry. Of course even this code has its limits. I live for the king and for the country. I fight with honor and respect, and I will die with valor. I respect women, defend the weak, and crush the monsters who rob and steal!! these are just some of the basics. I also believe in the code of courtly love; Marriage is no excuse for not loving. No one should be deprived of love with out the very best of reason. And nothing forbids one women being loved by two men!! Therefore in the face of love I can let the code of chivalry slide a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-4433003752003193414?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4433003752003193414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=4433003752003193414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4433003752003193414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4433003752003193414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-lancelot.html' title='Sir Lancelot'/><author><name>tgonyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450783805167372425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6589763640362065001</id><published>2007-10-11T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:32:02.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>morals!</title><content type='html'>morals... hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't kill.. I actually tend to get a little whacked out when I see people dying and see people fighting in battle. I can't really deal with all that death stuff.. and blood, EWW! I don't steal because I treat others the way I would want to be treated... aka- if you touch my stuff.. I'll show you what's up!! I TRY not to lie, but eh.. it happens. Everyone tells a little white lie every now and then. Just try not to be a butthead and I won't have to lie to you. It's as simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;Now about love... like i said before I have this severe issue with lust. Like I "think" I love basically every woman I see, but that clearly isn't the case. I definitely think women use me, I don't know if it's because I'm kind of easy or because I have fabulous "powers", or just for the simple fact that I'm that dang sexy! I guess I may never know the true reason, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;You really want me talking about my sex life!!!&lt;br /&gt; Ok, well... that's a little to much detail for you to know about my life, but I will tell you..&lt;br /&gt;I know what's up!... and like I said, the lady's must use me for something. ::WINK WINK::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6589763640362065001?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6589763640362065001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6589763640362065001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6589763640362065001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6589763640362065001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals.html' title='morals!'/><author><name>candypytel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960192870678889110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5196852563290228085</id><published>2007-10-11T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:38:29.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morals of Sir Bors</title><content type='html'>As a Knight, I of course must follow a strict Code of Honor and Service. I enjoy this code, for I have grown up with it since I became a Knight at a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;· Never outrage or murder innocent people&lt;br /&gt;· Always avoid treason&lt;br /&gt;· Never be cruel, but show pity to those who are&lt;br /&gt;· Always provide assistance to women and widows&lt;br /&gt;· Never force women or widows&lt;br /&gt;· Never battle for love or worldly goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not only a Knight, but the King of Gannes as well. The city of Gannes is very important for me to take care of because my father was King before I and like I have said before, if my wife and I are to have a male, I want the city to be organized and not in disarray for him when he takes the thrown. Therefore, as a King, I follow the Knights code with a few additions.&lt;br /&gt;· Always persevere&lt;br /&gt;· Protect those in the city&lt;br /&gt;· Provide fair laws to better society&lt;br /&gt;· Never lie, cheat or steal to harm others. Only do so, if it will better society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my moral code in love, I would say, "do not love because you have to, but because you want to." You see, I was forced by a magic ring to marry the daughter of King Brandegoris. This was difficult for me to accept because I wanted to cherish the first lady I was with sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but I would have liked to have fallen in love with her on my own terms. We do have a beautiful baby girl together though, Elyan the White.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5196852563290228085?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5196852563290228085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5196852563290228085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5196852563290228085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5196852563290228085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-sir-bors.html' title='The Morals of Sir Bors'/><author><name>MaeJenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10592622514172403265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-4965279523460295953</id><published>2007-10-11T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:47:48.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Tristan's Morals</title><content type='html'>Concerning my moral code, I am generally true to my knightly charge.  I do however, have tendencies to not give much of a $#*!.  After all, I am still a man.  As far as killing… I know I am a skilled warrior and hunter- one of the best.  I have no qualms about killing anything if my King, fellow knights, or I deem necessary.  The same with violence, it is fine when appropriate.  Will I lie or steal?  I think that depends on the situation.  I love women and all the pleasure they provide, with none of the strings.  In one sentence; my top half has the morals of a knight, my bottom half has none at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-4965279523460295953?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4965279523460295953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=4965279523460295953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4965279523460295953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/4965279523460295953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-tristans-morals.html' title='Sir Tristan&apos;s Morals'/><author><name>Samantha Colquhoun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941694035033791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2848072118400856061</id><published>2007-10-11T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:16:37.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimue's morals</title><content type='html'>My moral code is fairly simple - I do what I do to protect the things I care for.  I would kill to protect my lake.  I would no longer kill to protect Lancelot, as he is grown and can protect himself, but while he was in my care, I certainly would have.  As for romance and love, I would not say that I have a code, per se.  As I said, I protect the things I care for - the most important thing I care for is myself and my power.  In romance, I am always looking for what I can benefit from the relationship - if there is nothing to gain, it is not worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2848072118400856061?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2848072118400856061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2848072118400856061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2848072118400856061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2848072118400856061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/nimues-morals.html' title='Nimue&apos;s morals'/><author><name>Mandy Borrelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11508385505264245231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1607789636664053350</id><published>2007-10-11T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:56:58.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morals of Morgause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it comes to taking another life, I would never do such a thing. No matter what! I am not a violent person, I am very kind hearted and I mean well but I'm only human. I would say if someone was trying to kill me, I would try to protect myself but you all know that I am about as strong as a young boy. I don't steal, I have everything I need that money can buy right in front of me. Lies, on the other hand, I have my share of them. I try not to lie but everyone makes mistakes. When my husband was alive I loved and honored him but I did make a mistake and had an affair with my half-brother and my husband's killer's son. I think love is great but honestly making love is better!! I can't resist men! So whenever someone wants to be intimate with me, I usually give in and agree. That doesn't make me a bad person...it just means I can't control my hormones and some might say my morale isn't as good as it should be. Oh well! I am who I am, you can love it or hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1607789636664053350?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1607789636664053350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1607789636664053350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1607789636664053350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1607789636664053350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-morgause.html' title='The Morals of Morgause'/><author><name>Adeveaux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613519787716883645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-5019849534160522762</id><published>2007-10-11T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:04:35.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My moral code, I will kill anybody trying to kill me. I don't have to steal I have everything that I could ever need. If I do need something its not a problem for me to go get it. I don't have to lie, I am blunt, I say what needs to be said. A true warrior does not to kill, steal, and lie to get ahead. I have enough trust in my abilities. My personal code of behavior about violence, use when necessary not to show how tough or strong I am. I am a loving respectful husband. I love my wife and I respect my wife. I do all i can to keep the romance going in my relationship, keep it fresh and spicy.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-5019849534160522762?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5019849534160522762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=5019849534160522762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5019849534160522762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/5019849534160522762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-moral-code-i-will-kill-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>T.Chase</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6253028509911184692</id><published>2007-10-11T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:55:26.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Lamerok morals</title><content type='html'>I may be a man with a fierce temper, but I use that temper for the good of all. I will not kill a man who is unarmed and an quick to defend those who are being wronged by others. I do not need to steal, because I can gain access to items through my liege or through honorable combat, though I mostly turn those items away. As far as romance, I do not try and romance those that are already accounted for, but I will romance a woman that I do intend to have a future relationship with. I was going to marry Queen Margawse had she not been beheaded before I could make her an honest woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6253028509911184692?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6253028509911184692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6253028509911184692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6253028509911184692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6253028509911184692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-lamerok-morals.html' title='Sir Lamerok morals'/><author><name>Klutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327787346381129845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-2578112933906098366</id><published>2007-10-11T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:04:02.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Maleagant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/Rw6NF21o-gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aHE2yg_FMr4/s1600-h/13156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/Rw6NF21o-gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aHE2yg_FMr4/s320/13156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120184958126193154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s moral code? “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whatever! I’ll do what I want&lt;/span&gt;” is my code. I mean whatever! Since I become a Knight of King Arthur’s Round Table at a young age, I feel like I can do whatever I want. I am out of control. Yeah, I abduct Guinevere, I kill people, I steal, I lie, whatever, I’ll do what I want! King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, and Merlin can’t control me. I’ll do what I want. I am not a romantic person when it comes to love. If I had end up with Guinevere, I’d be like, Hey! You better respect my authority, so get yourself back in the kitchen and make me some pie!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------The End--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I would say that Sir Maleagant's biggest hero is Eric Cartman from South Park, Colorado. The following clip contains coarse language and its content it should not be viewed by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH-zLsZmF3Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HH-zLsZmF3Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-2578112933906098366?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2578112933906098366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=2578112933906098366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2578112933906098366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/2578112933906098366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-moral-code-whatever-ill-do-what-i.html' title='Sir Maleagant'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11090514463731567116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fEL-l0vF31E/Rw6NF21o-gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aHE2yg_FMr4/s72-c/13156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7251359616668992336</id><published>2007-10-11T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:15:06.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I live by my own code</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One would think that I followed the code of chivalry, but that is not true. I find those tenets to be too....&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;restricting. Treachery and deceit do not fight honorably, so why should I fight against them honorably? And who says there is no honor in disposing of those that are unfit and undeserving of life? I have taken vengeance on  those that have wronged my family and would make the same choice again had I the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I lie only with my wife, the Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e as is fitting for a Christian man. I have loved only her in my life and would never consider romancing another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Knight's Code of Chivalry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.kingarthursknights.com/knights/default.asp"&gt;http://www.kingarthursknights.com/knights/default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7251359616668992336?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7251359616668992336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7251359616668992336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7251359616668992336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7251359616668992336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-live-by-my-own-code.html' title='I live by my own code'/><author><name>Philina Richardson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992384994505063242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7359747241501755000</id><published>2007-10-11T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:41:04.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Galahad the Pure</title><content type='html'>I, Sir Galahad, am a servant of God and of my King. I do not hesitate striking down a foe, for it is one of the many unsavory tasks I must face in doing God’s work. I do not give in to violent ways, nor the ways of the scoundrel. The battles I fight are for the glory of my King and God. I am in constant prayer for repentance and to be kept in the Lord’s favor. He sheds light on the dark road that lies ahead and fills my ears with hymns to keep me safe from evil paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My virgin heart remains throughout my life. Though I gladly battle for the recognition of many fair ladies, I have never felt the touch of a ladies’ hand nor kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7359747241501755000?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7359747241501755000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7359747241501755000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7359747241501755000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7359747241501755000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-galahad-pure.html' title='Sir Galahad the Pure'/><author><name>JennParaway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393490729740943008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6399356939298174123</id><published>2007-10-11T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:25:40.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals of Sir Beaumains</title><content type='html'>To kill a random soul for my own self pleasure is not morally correct.  I will of course battle to the death if I am provoked to do so but only under the circumstance that killing this soul, which I will do, will some how bring about order.  I am a noble knight of the round table and see no good reason or need to steal anything.  My hearts desire is only to serve my lord and undertake the duties given to me with courage and valor.  I can not steal courage or valor, nor do I need to.  Lies are told when necessary; only in battle to defeat an enemy.  Violence is to be left in the battlefield where it belongs.  It does not have a place in my home or in any of my doings towards another knight, unless I am provoked to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Love for my wife, Lady Lyonesse, is always in my heart.  I love no other, but do hold close to  friendships with my brothers and Sir Lancelot.  I of course romance only her and bed her every chance I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6399356939298174123?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6399356939298174123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6399356939298174123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6399356939298174123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6399356939298174123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/morals-of-sir-beaumains.html' title='Morals of Sir Beaumains'/><author><name>sbronis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07539841313870703339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1291425651578134921</id><published>2007-10-10T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:42:18.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolde and morals?</title><content type='html'>Steal you say? Kill? Why I have a duty to save lives not kill them! And why would I steal--I have everything I could possibly want; by the greens of the Isle I am a princess! I supposed...if threatened...I would try to free myself but only if they were hostile I assure you. ::small smile:: I don't think I am quite menacing at any rate to any rogue knight or robber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says that lying is one of the things that will make you impure. I do not, therefore, tell falsehoods. I am sure you find me the utmost lady thank you very--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Well I...I have thought about it, yes, to the man my father means me to marry. I am sure he will provide enough romance for me to be happy. Sex you say? ::blush:: I know nothing of it--of course I know you become with child, but other than it being my duty as a wife...there are people better equipped to answer your prodding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1291425651578134921?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1291425651578134921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1291425651578134921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1291425651578134921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1291425651578134921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/isolde-and-morals.html' title='Isolde and morals?'/><author><name>Shatondra Cobbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07587249333615238082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://nian.blog.excite.it/img/fenrir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7209778375179828770</id><published>2007-10-07T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:45:04.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Assignment</title><content type='html'>This assignment is due by 12 noon, Friday, October 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, these are a set of questions that require a little bit of thought. The answers may not be obvious, but in many cases they will be. Think about your answers before posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions: What is your moral code? For example, under what conditions will you kill? Steal? Lie? Do you have a personal code of behavior about violence? What about love, romance and sex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7209778375179828770?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7209778375179828770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7209778375179828770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7209778375179828770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7209778375179828770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/fourth-assignment.html' title='Fourth Assignment'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6654720716154069088</id><published>2007-10-03T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:44:42.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A warning!</title><content type='html'>I posted this over on my British History blog. Let's hope it doesn't apply to any of you. If it does, now is the time to fix things. I am going to be reading the posts over the long weekend and will have feed back next week. So do things now before then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am not an idiot, stupid or lazy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Remind yourself that your professor is not an idiot, stupid or lazy.&lt;br /&gt;3) This blog assignment is not that hard, and it only takes about 30 minutes to do if you do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;4) Copying and pasting directly from any websource, especially Wikipedia, is plagiarism and grounds for dismissal from the course with an F. See note #7 below.&lt;br /&gt;5) Go ahead, remind yourself again the professor is not an idiot or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;6) Now thank me for being kind enough to let you rewrite any plagiarized material before giving you an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and fix any mistakes or omissions or "oh my god, I am lazy" errors before next Friday when the next blog assignment goes up. Anything that is not fixed by then you will receive an F on, and if it happens again, I will simply call you on it and begin plagiarism charges. Remember, all the info you need is online about what constitutes plagiarism and what constitutes grounds for dismissal from the class (its on the syllabus too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, please see me after class or in office hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Leaving direct hyperlinks in your post is obviously being an idiot, lazy and stupid. It means I don't care if I get caught cheating or plagiarism. Stealing stuff from Wikipedia is dumb. Borrowing images is one thing, stealing the text out right is a sign of all of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6654720716154069088?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6654720716154069088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6654720716154069088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6654720716154069088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6654720716154069088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/warning.html' title='A warning!'/><author><name>mattruane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-330972366811706594</id><published>2007-10-01T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:37:35.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of Sir Percival</title><content type='html'>As a young lad i was raised sheltered from the evils that the world had to offer, and taught to be very spiritual and pious.  My biggest fear is that one day i will stray from my spirituality and god, and begin to commit sin and give in to the forces of evil.  Everyday i fight the battle to remain true to my beliefs and the quest for finding the grail one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-330972366811706594?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/330972366811706594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=330972366811706594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/330972366811706594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/330972366811706594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-of-sir-percival.html' title='The Fear of Sir Percival'/><author><name>Ray Fischer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071781884083873645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-371209151391122410</id><published>2007-10-01T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:21:57.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Ector's fear</title><content type='html'>I am Sir Ector, a noble night father of Sir Kay, and the foster father of King Arthur. To a knight, kindness, honor, and courage are the most important virtues. I fear neither death nor pain. But I fear defeat. To a knight, defeat is worse than death. Defeat leads to shame, which leads to dishonor. I personally would choose to die in battle or commit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seppuku&lt;/span&gt; (okay Prof. Ruane, I understand I live in medieval england but I couldn't resist this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seppuku &lt;/span&gt;is the term for Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment. it is considered a very honorable way for samurais to die. samurais are like knights in their notion of honor and shame so I thought may be even an English knight would choose to commit honorable suicide than to be defeated and shamed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-371209151391122410?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/371209151391122410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=371209151391122410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/371209151391122410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/371209151391122410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/10/sir-ectors-fear.html' title='Sir Ector&apos;s fear'/><author><name>Mihir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09622613017772199569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/tvcomedies/1/0/Y/0/-/-/stewie_evil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7140760743359807533</id><published>2007-09-30T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:28:52.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Pelleas</title><content type='html'>I have the fear of not being loved in return. I loved Lady Ettarde for so long that i feared i was never going to be able to share my true love for her. I fear being betrayed by Sir Gawaine in trying to help out a fellow knight but in turn falls in love with the Lady i truly loved and asked for his favor to help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7140760743359807533?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7140760743359807533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7140760743359807533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7140760743359807533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7140760743359807533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/sir-pelleas_30.html' title='Sir Pelleas'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04478367010890945937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8214003011021159711</id><published>2007-09-30T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:31:46.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Pelleas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mainlesson.com/books/macgregor/arthur/zpage038.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mainlesson.com/books/macgregor/arthur/zpage038.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ramsdale.org/excali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ramsdale.org/excali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am known to be very naive, I Pelleas am a knight of The Round Table and i am famed for my great strength. I am seen to have my full armor and my sword along with my reliable horse that takes me everywhere in order to guard Lady Ettarde. I fought off all knights that she sent after me when she got tired of me to profess the love  i have for Lady Ettarde. I was betrayed by Sir Gawaine for him to tell Lady Ettarde that he had slain me and how much I loved her. He then forgot about me and fell in love with her himself and left me for three days to wonder when he was going to finally get with Lady Ettarde. But through the many fights and betrayal I dismissed my love for her and fell in love with The Lady of the Lake who helped me to be strong again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8214003011021159711?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8214003011021159711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8214003011021159711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8214003011021159711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8214003011021159711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/sir-pelleas.html' title='Sir Pelleas'/><author><name>Corey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04478367010890945937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-3977204254437697182</id><published>2007-09-28T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:47:07.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine's Final Fear</title><content type='html'>Fears, well I fear what everyone else fears. I fear lions, death, being alone in the dark, and even spiders and snakes. There is one fear however, which surpasses them all, even the very fear of death; the fear of being apart from my loved Lancelot. Oh I cannot even stand the thought of living without such a masterpiece God has created. If I cannot live my life as his one and only loving wife, I would find no point in living life itself. It is because of the great Lancelot that I exist. He is the air I breathe. I guess... I guess I fear suffocation the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-3977204254437697182?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3977204254437697182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=3977204254437697182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3977204254437697182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/3977204254437697182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/elaines-final-fear.html' title='Elaine&apos;s Final Fear'/><author><name>Fer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6310759983685186369</id><published>2007-09-28T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:13:13.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Tristan's Greatest Fear</title><content type='html'>For you to understand my greatest fear you must know how I received my name.  My mother Elizabeth, God rest her soul, died while bringing me into this world.  That is how I came to be known as Tristan, child of sadness.  I fear that I will live up to that name and die of heartbreak and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent away to live with my uncle King Mark of Cornwall when I was still a young lad, because of what I did to my mother.  There I mastered the art of hunting and fighting.  I have learned to kill any living creature without feeling or remorse... and with incredible skill.   I have had to put my emotion away inside of me, preventing me from finding love or having desire for another,  for if I allow those feelings to take over my heart I will meet my demise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6310759983685186369?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6310759983685186369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6310759983685186369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6310759983685186369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6310759983685186369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/sir-tristans-greatest-fear.html' title='Sir Tristan&apos;s Greatest Fear'/><author><name>Samantha Colquhoun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941694035033791439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-1807094498834775398</id><published>2007-09-28T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:44:03.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Kay - Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, Sir Kay, have few fears. I am strong, powerful, and even mystical. I am not fearful of death or pain. My ego is my fear. Fear that it will suffer and fear of what that suffering may lead to. I have always been a great knight but my pride has been damaged on occasion. My pride suffered when it was discovered that Arthur, my step brother and seneschal of the time, had been the one to pull the sword from the stone. Though I was loyal to Arthur when he became king, I know that everyone is laughing at me now that it is I that had become the seneschal. I do not handle anger and humiliation well. I grow bitter at the other knights. This bitter and anger leads me to avenge by ego on dwarfs, women and other knights. This is my fear. The fear of what my ego makes me do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-1807094498834775398?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/1807094498834775398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=1807094498834775398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1807094498834775398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/1807094498834775398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/sir-kay-fear.html' title='Sir Kay - Fear'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819114180912672675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7437234654373286696</id><published>2007-09-28T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:17:38.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynette and Lyonesse (fears)</title><content type='html'>My sister Lady Lynette fears that I will marry a man not of royal blood (and bring dishonor to the family). She also fears for my honor, and it is really sweet that her fears all concern my well being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7437234654373286696?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7437234654373286696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7437234654373286696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7437234654373286696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7437234654373286696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/lynette-and-lyonesse-fears.html' title='Lynette and Lyonesse (fears)'/><author><name>mygodisdavey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04209751525004279993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-6887274150177306316</id><published>2007-09-28T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:31:19.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Done in the Darkness Always Come to the Light</title><content type='html'>I, Morgause, hold my head up high like a Queen should. Although I may look happy and fearless, I too have my share of torments. I fear that the way I treat others and the way I carry myself will lead me to a treacherous end. For I am just like my mother, Lady Igraine, who has made many foolish decisions when it comes to men. There are so many mistakes I have made in the past and they haunt me everyday and everynight. My children, who I love dearly but obviously not more than I love myself, I fear that since they lost their father they may lose me as well. I hope that my sins will not reflect on them and they will stay together when I am gone because my sins already play a key role in the fears I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-6887274150177306316?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6887274150177306316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=6887274150177306316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6887274150177306316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/6887274150177306316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-done-in-darkness-always-come-to.html' title='Things Done in the Darkness Always Come to the Light'/><author><name>Adeveaux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613519787716883645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7206260488832864614</id><published>2007-09-28T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:34:23.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady of the Lake has no fear</title><content type='html'>While I wish I could say that truly I have no fear, I have one that haunts me.  Although it may not be a fear for many others, I will admit that my one worst fear is the fear of being overpowered by others.  Ever since Merlin fell in love with me and taught me his magical ways many years ago, I have had more power over not only myself but others than anyone else in the kingdom.  Even Arthur would not be as powerful without Excalibur, my gift to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my mysterious yet awesome power, I would be nothing more to the world than the simple stirring of the waters under which I live.   I do not know if it is possible for anyone to become more powerful than I, but by keeping my mysterious underwater lair and my ways hidden from the world, I try to prevent any opportunity to take my authority from me as I did from Merlin all those years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7206260488832864614?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7206260488832864614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7206260488832864614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7206260488832864614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7206260488832864614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/lady-of-lake-has-no-fear.html' title='The Lady of the Lake has no fear'/><author><name>Mandy Borrelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11508385505264245231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-7479310245019998369</id><published>2007-09-28T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:19:18.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is Knocking</title><content type='html'>I do not fear death, I fact in battle I welcome it.  What I do fear in battle is defeat and cowardice.  My valor and courageousness is all that I have without them I am nothing.  I am known throughout the land as a great warrior and to be defeated would be worse than death itself.  I do not consider myself a coward in the least and I shall never back down from a battle, but if a time comes when I can do nothing but run I would rather die and have legend carry me as a knight who showed fearlessness even in the face of death.  But most of all I fear betrayal and treachery, especially those of close kin and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-7479310245019998369?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7479310245019998369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=7479310245019998369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7479310245019998369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/7479310245019998369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/death-is-knocking.html' title='Death is Knocking'/><author><name>sbronis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07539841313870703339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8817994819764046574.post-8950597606529729791</id><published>2007-09-28T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:42:18.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worthy Knights Fear</title><content type='html'>I, Sir Bedivere, am a worthy knight that lives the Honor Code day by day. I am highly faithful to my King, like all knights should be. I like to think that I'm actually one of the most faithful. I live everyday to survive and conquer my foes, whether in combat or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By living by the Knights Honor Code, there is not much I fear, or really, can fear. I have pretty much seen it all. However, I believe i truly do have 1 great fear. I wake up everyday to serve and honor my King, however, what if one day I do not? My fear would be failure to my king. Failure and/or disappointment would be somethings I could not live with. The dishonorable act of denying the honor code would be tragic, in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8817994819764046574-8950597606529729791?l=mythology2007.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8950597606529729791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8817994819764046574&amp;postID=8950597606529729791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8950597606529729791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8817994819764046574/posts/default/8950597606529729791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythology2007.blogspot.com/2007/09/worthy-knights-fear.html' title='A Worthy Knights Fear'/><author><name>Becky Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04660397523842063898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
