And autumn is his bridle
"So all through that winter he came to me. And he came at night. I was never alone in my chamber, but he came through doors and windows and walls, and lay with me. I never saw him again, but heard his voice and felt his body. Then, in the summer, when I was heavy with child, he left me . . . They will tell you how my father beat me and shut me up, and how when the child was born he would not give him a name fit for a Christian prince, but, because he was born in September, named him for the sky-god, the wanderer, who has no house but the woven air. But I called him Merlin always, because on the day of his birth a wild falcon flew in through the window and perched above the bed, and looked at me with my lover's eyes."
—Mary Stewart, The Crystal Cave (1970)
—Mary Stewart, The Crystal Cave (1970)

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Geoffrey of Monmouth, The History of the Kings of Britain, trans. Lewis Thorpe
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That's an amazing excerpt, though.
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My attention wanders in the later books, when it gets into the Arthurian love-triangle stuff -- my patience for love triangles of betrayal and doomed passion tends to be limited, which is why my fascination with Arthurian tales waxes and wanes -- but, oh, I have loved The Crystal Cave for years upon years.
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you can kind of see where it led me.
And I can STILL recite the epigraph poem from memory!
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(I haven't read this book in over 20 years. One day, I'm going to get back to all my reading.)
Hope you're well. I haven't been able to get on LJ much lately due to my work schedule. Just peeking in now and then!
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It was the first volume in what would grow to a 300+ volume collection of Arthurian books.
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