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Sunday, 29 April 2018

The Aeneid III: Another Trojan War

The Myth: Aeneas, a refugee from a war-torn land! Dido, a lovestruck queen! The vengeance of the gods! The folly of war! Violence and destruction, fate and fortune! From the Fall of Troy to the Birth of Rome!
The Book: The Aeneid
The Author: Virgil (29-19 BCE)
This text: A poetic translation by Michael J. Oakley - Wordsworth Classics edition.
Price: According to the stickers, I got 20% off $4.95, quite some time ago.

(Previously...)

The Course of Destiny
Aeneas leaves hell and returns to his ships. The Trojans set sail. Good winds and promising tides lead them to avoid a promising harbour; this is Neptune making sure they don't land on the Circe's island.

Somewhere on the Tiber is the land of Latinus, son of a nymph and the god Faunus, descendant of Saturn. Latinus is the just and peaceful king of Laurentum, but he has no sons to inherit from him. He does have a daughter: the lovely Lavinia. Given how peaceful and prosperous Latinus' kingdom is, Lavinia is pursued by a great many potential suitors. The most relevant, most successful and the prettiest of these suitors is called Turnus. His mother is a nymph, making him half divine.

A freak swarm of bees prompts a prophecy from a seer: a horde of foreigners is coming; Lavinia is  crowned and glowing with fiery radiance; the palace is also glowing with a fiery radiance, because it's on fire.  This in turn sends Latinus into the sacred glade to ask a prophecy of his father. Faunus says, I reckon Lavinia should marry a foreigner, it'll be awesome.

Aeneas sails up the Tiber and makes landfall. This is it, he says, this is where Dad said we'd settle down, and we'd know it because we were completely out of provisions and can't actually go any further, so, yay. We'd best found a city. Or, at least, find some food. Aeneas starts marking out the boundaries of his future capital.

He also sends an embassy to Laurentum. The Latins invite Ilioneus, the chief envoy, to meet with Latinus in the sacred temple to the gods.

Heya, says Latinus, what brings you strangers here?

You're probably not going to believe this, says Ilioneus, but we're on a mission from Jove.

Actually, that makes sense, says Latinus, you're probably from the dude who my father wants to marry my daughter.

That does sound a lot like Aeneas, says Ilioneus.

Ok, well, welcome to Italy, says Latinus, I reckon he should be king and found a mighty empire and marry my daughter and everything.

Thanks, says Ilioneus, that was easier than I expected.

No worries, says Latinus, have some magic horses.

Juno, observing this, says, Fuck no.

Strife and Fury
Juno finds herself running out of options for dealing with the Trojans, and decides to ask for help. She descends to Hell and asks Allecto for help in turning the Latins against Aeneas.

Allecto is one of the Furies. She says: strife and torment? Sure.

Allecto heads to Latium, and finds Latinus' wife Amata. Amata is seething with anger. She favours Turnus as a suitor to her daughter, and is furious at the idea of her marrying some foreign walk-in. Allecto pulls a snake from her hair (she has snakes for hair) and puts it into Amata's heart. Amata goes to Latinus and demands that he call off the wedding to this outcast pirate. Latinus refuses.

This drives Amata into a worse frenzy. She flees through the city, pretending to be driven by Bacchus - a reasonably serious blasphemy, as it happens. She gathers the women of the city into a frenzied mob, and takes Lavinia out in the woods, ostensibly to be married to Bacchus.

Satisfied with this work, Allecto heads to Turnus' home, Ardea. She finds Turnus asleep, so she slips into his dream disguised as Juno's priestess Calybe. She tells him that the Trojans coming up the Tiber are going to steal his fiancee and his kingdom. Turnus shrugs his sleeping shoulders and says, what the fuck do I care about Trojans? Juno's looking out for me.

Listen here you little fuck, says Allecto. Turning full monstrous, she says: I don't give a fucking fuck what you fucking want, I want you to go and fuck up some Trojans.

Allecto shoves a burning torch into Turnus' chest, inciting an insane warlust and battle fury. Turnus gathers his men and declares war on the Trojans, saying that he's happy to take over the rule of Latium if it will help him.

This is still insufficient for Allecto. She heads out to find Aeneas' son Iulius, who is out hunting with some other youths. The hunting party comes across a giant stag, and shoots it. Unfortunately for Iulius, this particular stag is the tame pet of Latinus' gamekeeper, Tyrrhus. The wounded stag makes it home before dying, greatly upsetting Tyrrhus' family. Inflamed by Allecto, Tyrrhus gathers his men to seek vengeance.

Allecto reports back to Juno, who commends her for a job well done. Juno says she'll take it from here, and Allecto descends back to Hell.

Tyrrhus men fall on Iulius's party. There is a bloody, brutal battle, which sees death on both sides, including Tyrrhus' eldest son Almo. The shepherd return to Latinus with Almo's body, and between them Turnus and the frenzied women harry a reluctant Latinus. Feeling powerless to prevent Juno's will, Latinus abdicates in favour of Turnus, adding he considers this all Turnus' fault and he'll get what's coming to him.

Preparing for War
Turnus recruits all the local kingdoms into a giant Trojan-smashing army. He also sends a messenger to Diomedes, King of the Greeks, saying, hey, dude, we're smashing Trojans and we know you Greeks are into that sort of thing.

The rumours of war reach Aeneas, who is distressed: this was all going so well. He has a nap on the banks of the Tiber. The patron god of that river, Tiberinus, comes to him in a dream.

About time you showed up, says Tiberinus, we've been waiting for you. Got a plan for you and everything. Some allies nearby, dude from Greece named Evander, who has a city you'll need. All you need to do is apologise to Juno, and give me some fat sacrifices.

On waking, Aeneas sacrifices a white sow to Juno, and sets off the meet the Greeks. Evander - originally of Arcadia and recently of Etruria - has founded a modest town, called Pallas after his son. This, it turns out, is Rome-to-be, with familiar landmarks and sites of future glory. Evander is pleased to see the Trojans; they've been fighting the Italians with middling success, and he doesn't feel up to leading a war of conquest. But, he says to Aeneas, I reckon you can do it. Take my son and teach him warfare; take my people and lead them.

Venus, meanwhile, prevails upon her husband Vulcan to make a set of arms and armour for her son. Vulcan is not all that keen on supporting his wife's child, but Venus is persuasive. She delivers the armaments to Aeneas in a crashing thunderbolt.

Ah, says Aeneas, that'll be my mum.

Venus presents Aeneas with is magic armour. She is particularly keen to point out the shield, which shows scenes of Rome's future glory. The centrepiece is the battle of Actium, where the heroic Augustus Caesar and his right-hand man Agrippa stand with their heroic Roman army against the wicked Marc Antony and the even wickeder Cleopatra, and their army of gods and monsters.

Wow, says Aeneas. That's a pretty neat shield.

Iulius holds the fort
With Aeneas away, Juno sends Iris down to tell Turnus to get a shuffle on with starting the war. Subtle as ever, Iris makes a big show with a rainbow to impress on Turnus how important this is. Turnus takes the hint and shuffles on to attack the Trojans' camp.

Which the Trojans have fortified. And one thing about Trojans is that they know how to fortify shit.

Right, says Turnus, let's burn their ships.

Turns out Aeneas' ships can look after themselves: they're actually made from trees of the sacred groves of the goddess Cybele, who had agreed to keep the Trojans safe until they made it to Italy. That job done, and with her priests warning of Italians with torches, she asks Jove if she can have her trees back now. This seems reasonable to Jove, who turns the ships into sea-nymphs and sends them home.

Well fuck, says Turnus, and goes back to besieging the camp.

Two soldiers - Nisus and young Euryalus - look over at the besieging Italians and say to each other, I reckon I could take 'em. They convince Iulus to let them go on a secret mission to call Aeneas back. Iulus reckons this is a great idea, and offers them great riches if they are successful.

They are not successful. On the way out they notice how very drunk the Italians are, and decide to off a few. They kill several of Turnus' allies in their sleep, but the camp is roused and they find themselves in the thick of a mighty battle. Euryalus is killed, but Nisus makes it back.

By dawn, the Italians are violently angry, and launch a ferocious assault on the camp.

The camp remains fortified. Turnus' brother-in-law, Numanus, starts taunting the Trojans about hiding behind walls, pointing out that this didn't go so well for them last time.

Iulus shoots him.

This is the first time Iulus has killed someone in battle, and the god Apollo applauds from a nearby cloud, but warns him to stay clear of the rest of the battle.

Iulus' shot changes the mood of the battle, and the Trojan gate guards decide, fuck it, let's kill some Italians. They open the gate and rush out.

Turnus sees an opportunity and rushes in.

Turnus is half-divine and not shabby as a fighter, and he wreaks havoc on the Trojan forces. However, he is not a brilliant strategic thinker, and neglects to lead the rest of the forces in. The gates are closed and, after heavy losses, the Trojan leaders are able to corner Turnus. Turnus leaps into the river, and floats downstream to rejoin his forces.

Meanwhile, on Olympus
Jove points out to the gods that this battle is now a horrible mess: bloodied Trojans, murdered Italians, chaos, confusion - and Aeneas isn't even there.

Venus says, what the fuck are you going to do about it? That's my boy down there, and we said we'd help him.

Juno says, well I didn't send him to fucking Italy, did I? He listened to Cassandra, and now he's there, fucking up my Latins and generally causing chaos. This is not my fault.

Jove, fed up, says, I don't fucking care, let Fate sort it out. Nobody's to help anyone, we'll see what happens.

The Greeks' answer
Aeneas returns, somewhat bemused to see his former ships swimming away as nymphs. He and his allies are able to fight their way through to the camp, but Pallas is killed by Mezentius, former king of the Etruscans and now Turnus' right hand man.

Aeneas kills him.

The battle continues, with each side in turn getting the other hand. Kings and heroes on both sides are killed. Juno pleads for the opportunity to save Turnus, and whisks him a way from the battle. Jove points out that this is merely a reprieve, as Turnus is still fated to die. Eventually the Italians call for a truce to bury the dead, which Aeneas readily grants.

And then the emissary that Turnus sent to Diomedes the Greek returns, with a response:

Oh holy fuck no! Don't fuck with the Trojans! Everything about that last war was completely fucked! Menelaus got fucked, Agamemnon got fucked, Ulysses got fucked, Pyrrhus got fucked, all of fucking Crete got fucked! We're sure as shit not starting that mess up again! Just let Aeneas settle wherever the fuck he wants to, and don't ask me for no god-damned favours!

Well, says Latinus, bit fucking late for that, isn't it?

Turnus is eager to continue fighting, but the mood of the Laurentum war council is against him. Latinus and the other elders put forward strong arguments in favour of seeking a peace with Aeneas. Turnus keeps the war going by force of anger and will, but slowly, slowly, starts turning in favour of the Trojans and their allies.

The final battle
Aeneas' forces eventually end up besieging Laurentum. Turnus' alliances are broken and his forces have fled behind the walls.

Fuck me, says Aeneas, but that was much harder than mum said it would be.

Rather than being captured, and unwilling to accept Latinus' advice to maybe marry someone else's daughter, Turnus challenges Aeneas to single combat.

This is all your fault, says Aeneas, you are fucking on.

The battle is brutal and fierce, with the combatants equally matched: Turnus' ferocity and brutality against Aeneas' skill and wit. But then Turnus' ordinary sword breaks on Aeneas' divine armour. Turnus flees, and Aeneas pursues.

The nymph Juturna, Turnus' half-sister on their mother's side, comes to his aid, disguised as his charioteer. She passes him a sword. Turnus and Aeneas face each other.

On Olympus, Jove turns to Juno. Juturna wouldn't have interfered without your say so, he says. It's time to let this end.

Juno pauses. Then she says, all right. But please: let the Trojans end here. Troy fell - let it stay fallen. Let Aeneas' people be called something else. Let them be Romans.

Very well, says Jove.

Aeneas' spear falls on Turnus, and he dies.

The end.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

The Aenied II: Love in a time of prophecy

The Myth: Aeneas, a refugee from a war-torn land! Dido, a lovestruck queen! The vengeance of the gods! The folly of war! Violence and destruction, fate and fortune! From the Fall of Troy to the Birth of Rome!
The Book: The Aeneid
The Author: Virgil (29-19 BCE)
This text: A poetic translation by Michael J. Oakley - Wordsworth Classics edition.
Price: According to the stickers, I got 20% off $4.95, quite some time ago.


Dido's problem
It is at this point in the narrative that Dido realises that she has a problem. 

Her problem is this: Aeneas is hot. 

This is a particular problem to Dido, because when her husband was brutally murdered by his brother, she swore off men. She swore before all the gods, in fact, especially Juno. She swore that she would never again marry. If she breaks her vow, she and her city will be doomed. 

But Aeneas is hot. 

(There are practical geopolitical problems as well, such as what happens when all the African kings she rejected find out that she wasn't actually all that celibate, but the main issues are religious.) 

She presents her problem to her sister, Anna. 

There's something else you've forgotten, says Anna, which is that you've not had sex in a long, long time. 

Shit, says Dido, I'm doomed. 

She heads to various temples to placate as many gods as she can in the time she has left to her. 
"I suppose I don't have to actually marry him..."
"Do you think that's going to fly with Juno?"
"...yeah, it's probably not even going to fly with me."
Meanwhile, on Olympus, Juno approaches Venus. 

My girl there has a thing for your boy there, says Juno. 

I noticed that, says Venus, do you think it will be a problem?

Could do worse than a Tyrian/Trojan dynasty, says Juno, what do you reckon? 

That actually sounds pretty good, says Venus, but Jove kind of has other plans. 

Maybe we could talk him out of them, says Juno. 

He's your husband, says Venus. 

I'll sort it out, says Juno, you get those two together. 

Sure thing, says Venus. 

Dido and Aeneas are out hunting when a storm blows up. Most of the party makes it back to town, but Dido and Aeneas are forced to take shelter in a cave. Together. 

There, with thunder and lightning crashing outside, they are - um - wed. 

Back on track
Pretty much immediately, rumours of Dido and Aeneas' liaison spread across Africa. Various African kings are pissed off, with some going so far as to petition Jove about it. 

What the fuck, says Jove. 

He has a bit of a look around. 

His question remains. 

Jove flies about in a rage, until he finds Mercury, the messenger of the gods.

Mercury, he says, I've got a fucking message. 

Mercury flies down to Carthage, where he finds Aeneas dressed in robes of Tyrrian purple - a gift, of course, from Dido. 

What the fuck, says Mercury, what the fuck. 

Um, says Aeneas. 

I've got a message from Jove, says Mercury, and it goes like this: hey Aeneas, do you remember that nice destiny you had? That one that had you founding the most glorious empire the world has ever known? In Italy, which is actually nowhere near Carthage? That was a mighty fine destiny, and it would be a great shame if anything were to happen to it. 

Right, says Aeneas, I'll just, um...

You'd better, says Mercury, you'd better. 

Aeneas starts gathering his people and telling them to prepare the ships, quiet like, and be ready to leave. 

Dido, however, gets wind of it, and confronts him. 

Were you planning on leaving, she asks. 

I, um, maybe, says Aeneas.

You fucker, says Dido. 

Hey, says Aeneas, it's not like I was planning on sneaking off without telling you or anything. 

It's exactly like you were planning on sneaking off without telling me, says Dido. 

You fucker, she adds. 

Aeneas sneaks down to the docks and tells his people that it's time to leave. 

Doom
As the Trojan vessels leave the harbour, Dido tells Anna that she has a plan to get Aeneas back. The plan involves black and terrible African magic.

Ok, says Anna, as long as you're not going to do anything stupid. 

Dido prepares a giant pyre, and gathers Aeneas' arms, which he has left in the palace - either in his haste to leave, or as a gift to his new wife. As Anna gets the fire good and hot, Dido stabs herself with Aeneas sword and throws herself into the flames. The fire catches and spreads throughout Carthage, but Juno sends her handmaiden Iris to mercifully end Dido's pain, and carry her personally to the afterlife. 

In the departing Trojan fleet, one of Aeneas' crewmen asks why Carthage is on fire. 

I don't actually know, says Aeneas. 

Safe in Sicily
The fleet heads back to Sicily, where they are met by Acestes. Acestes is the son of a Trojan noblewoman and a river god. The fleet is resupplied, and Aeneas pays respects at the grave of his father (who died in Sicily just before the storm that sent Aeneas to Carthage). Then he takes advantage of the relative safety of Acestes' kingdom to throw some games to cheer up his crew: a boat race, a foot race, a boxing match, an archery contest. Aeneas uses the games to settle some of the tensions among the crew, and then has Iulus and the squires give a horsemanship display. 

As the Trojans are letting their guard down, Juno sees an opportunity to fuck with them. She sends down Iris again, with instructions to sow dissent among the Trojan women. 

Iris disguises herself as one Beroe, and moves among the women saying loudly how great Sicily is and how it would be a really bad idea to move on to the Italian mainland. Then she takes brands from the altars of Neptune and tells everyone to burn the ships. 
"It's what Cassandra would have done."
"Yeah, but what does Cassandra know?" 
At this point, we realise that it's not just Venus who sucks at disguise. The lady Pyrgo points out that this woman is too young, too fit, too strong and too pretty to be Beroe, who anyway is off saying prayers at Aeneas' father's grave. Rumbled, Iris turns into a rainbow and leaves, telling everyone to burn the ships as she does. 

The women of Troy are not entirely convinced: on the one hand, the pretty rainbow lady clearly wasn't Beroe; on the other, it was obviously a goddess. They decide to burn the ships just in case. 

Word reaches Aeneas, who hurries down to the shoreline. The women quickly flee, but half the ships are burned to the waterline.

Well, this sucks, says Aeneas. 

Aeneas deliberates on whether or not to stay in Sicily under Acestes' rule. It's kind of like being in Troy, say some of his men, or would be if we built some impossibly high walls. Aeneas finds himself somewhat swayed by this argument, and starts marking out a new city. 

That night, he dreams of his late father. 

Look, says his dad, this is all pretty rough and I understand what you're going through, but Jove sent me here to tell you: get your arse to Lavinium on account of your destiny. 

There's more, adds the dream-ghost, but you'll have to come and visit me in the afterlife. 

Righto, says Aeneas. 

The next morning Aeneas consults Acestes, who tells him that there happens to be a cave that leads to the underworld on the mainland. 

Aeneas tells everyone that he's been commanded by Jove to move on, but if anyone wants to stay with Acestes, that's fair enough and no-one will accuse them of terrible, gods-defying cowardice or anything. A number of the women take up the offer, because that nice rainbow lady had a point or two, and so do a number of men. 

Venus is a bit worried about the risks inherent in sea travel, and asks Neptune for help in keeping her son safe. Neptune agrees, saying that only one sailor will be lost. 

That sounds fine, says Venus. 

The unlucky sailor is named Palinurus, who dozes off while at the tiller and slips in to the calm sea. 

A clear and unambiguous set of prophecies. 
The fleet lands, and Aeneas sets out for the temple of Apollo at Euboae. The Sybil sets out the relevant prophecies in dot point form: 
  • Trojans to Lavinium
  • War
  • An enemy hero, much like Achilles, also the son of a god
  • Mostly this guy wants your new wife
  • Oh, also: new wife
  • Don't give into weakness, praise Apollo, etc. 
That's great, says Aeneas, but I actually wanted to see my dad in the underworld.

It's easy enough to get down there, says the Sibyl, but getting back is the trick. 

Down into hell
The Sibyl leads Aeneas down into the underworld. In the early caves, Aeneas sees mostly casualties from the Trojan war, especially those unaccounted for but presumed dead. The caves become more crowded as they approach the river Styx. Here is Palinurus, who is worried about the fact that he has no grave. 

Don't worry about it, says the Sibyl, because (a) lots of people will remember you and put up memorials, you'll be fine, and (b) it won't do any good because you're dead. 

Aeneas and the Sibyl approach the boatman, Charon, who complains about how taking living people is against the rules because they always cause trouble. He cites Hercules and Theseus as examples. The Sibyl tells him to shut up and then bribes him, and he takes them across. 

As they cross the Fields of Mourning, Aeneas sees Dido. He mumbles an apology, but she just glares at him and wanders off to join her first husband. 

Eventually, after much history, a number of old, dead friends, and a great deal of allegory, they get as far as the Fields of Joy in Elysium. They find Aeneas' father supervising a bunch of clean souls, rinsed in the waters of Lethe and ready to be born into new bodies. 

Glad to see you, my boy, he says, wasn't sure you'd make it out of Carthage. 

Who are these souls? asks Aeneas. 

Oh, they're our descendants, says his dad, and there's absolute buckets of them. 

Aeneas is introduced to various important descendants, with special attention paid to Romulus and to Julius Caesar. His father gives him a short future history of Rome, which doesn't mean a lot to Aeneas because Rome doesn't even exist yet. But Aeneas' father is clearly pretty impressed with the whole mighty destiny thing. 

So what we need, says Aeneas' dad, is for you to go to the town of Laurentum, get married, and win the coming war. 

Aeneas says, Righto. 

Sunday, 8 January 2017

The Aeneid I: From Troy to Carthage

The Myth: Aeneas, a refugee from a war-torn land! Dido, a lovestruck queen! The vengeance of the gods! The folly of war! Violence and destruction, fate and fortune! From the Fall of Troy to the Birth of Rome!
The Book: The Aeneid
The Author: Virgil (29-19 BCE)
This text: A poetic translation by Michael J. Oakley - Wordsworth Classics edition.
Price: According to the stickers, I got 20% off $4.95, quite some time ago.

"Of war is my tale, of the man who, exiled by fate
Was the first that from Trojan beaches to Italy came..." 

So the Aeneid was written in the first century BCE, in part as a homage to the Emperor Augustus. It links up Roman mythic history with the Greek, by telling the story of a minor hero from the Iliad as he escapes the fall of Troy and sets himself up in Italy, incidentally founding a line that culminates in - well, the Emperor Augustus.

The setup is that Troy has fallen, and Aeneas has escaped. Aeneas is fated to settle in the middle of Italy, and found a city that will one day be the seat of the mightiest empire the world has ever seen. This is all part of the divine order, more or less. At least, it's what Jove and Apollo want tp happen. It's not explicitly stated, but this is basically what went down on Roman-Olympus:
"Ok, so we're agreed: Aeneas will escape the destruction of Troy, head to Italy and found like the world's best ever empire. Neptune?"
"Yeah, ok, Jove. I mean I liked Troy, but as long as a couple of them survive I'm happy, I guess."
"Venus?"
"This was my idea, dad!"
"Ok. Mars?"
"100% behind you, boss. Those guys are awesome."
"Always a worry. Athena?"
"As long as Troy still burns."
"Troy still burns. Ok. Juno?"
"I'm going to fuck up those fucking Trojans so fucking hard..."
"Sigh."
Carthage
Picture, if you will, a mighty - if currently incomplete - city on the north coast of Africa. This is Carthage, recently founded by refugees from the destruction of Tyr. The Tyrrians are ruled by their Queen Dido and worship the goddess Juno. All things considered, the city is doing pretty well: it's rich, it's prosperous, and it's lovingly cared for by its queen and its goddess.

Just washing up now on the shore nearby are a bunch of battered boats. These are also refugees: fugitives from Troy, recently sacked by Greeks. The boats are battered because Juno tried to sink them with a storm. She sank some of them. The fleet has been separated, and this is a remnant.

The Trojans' leader is Aeneas.

Aeneas is hot.

No, seriously: Aeneas is the son of the goddess Venus. He has blond flowing hair, glowing bronze skin, and a body that looks like its been carved from marble. Aeneas has many heroic qualities, but chief among them is his superhuman prettiness.

The Trojans do not know where they are. Aeneas takes a party to the clifftops to find out.

Jove looks down from Roman-Olympus and says, what the fuck are those guys doing in Africa? They're supposed to be in Italy by now.

He sends Venus down to check it out. Venus disguises herself as a Tyrrian maiden and heads down to sort things out.

Venus sucks at disguise.

Hello, storm-tossed sailors, she says, I am a normal Tyrrian human girl, wearing human clothes and human boots! Perhaps I might aid you?

Aeneas says, stop fucking around, mum, tell us what's going on.

Venus, clinging doggedly to her human maiden ruse and her human maiden boots, tells Aeneas the history of the local area. She explains how Dido's husband was murdered by his brother, and how his ghost told her to loot the treasury and flee. How she came to Africa and founded a new city.

Venus then asks Aeneas how he came to be there, but gets so upset when he starts to tell her that she offers to help him straight away. She envelops Aeneas and his party in a cloud so that they can sneak into Carthage.

My human parents taught me magic, she says.

Aeneas and his party head past the Temple of Juno construction site, which is decorated with scenes of the still quite recent Trojan war, and head to the throne room. Court is currently in session, and Aeneas is overjoyed to see some of his countrymen. These are the captains of ships from his fleet. We've lost our leader, they say, so we're not sure about going to Italy anymore. Maybe we could make it to Sicily, swear allegiance to Acestes who is also a Trojan?

Dido says that they're welcome to stay in Carthage, and she's happy to send a search party to see if Aeneas survived the storm. Especially since he sounds pretty hot.

No need! says Aeneas, announcing himself and stepping out of his cloud.

Wow, says Dido, you are hot.

Hey Cupid, says Venus, need you to do your thing. Disguise yourself as Aeneas' son Iulus, make Dido fall for Aeneas.

Sure thing, mum, says Cupid, this almost never goes catastropically wrong.

Tell us your story, hot stuff, says Dido.

Aeneas does.

The Fall of Troy
Aeneas tells his tale.

"So first up, fuck the Greeks, am I right? I fucking hate those guys.

"Those fuckers had laid seige to Troy for a fucking decade, right? And then one day they're gone, and there's this huge fuck off wooden horse. And someone says, hey, they left us a horse, lets bring it in to the city.

"And Laocoön goes, what the fuck you stupid fuckers, this is Ulysses' work, that things probably full of fucking Greeks. He throws his spear at it and says, we should burn it and them with it.

"But no-one does.

"And there's this Greek prisoner Sinon who's like, no, don't kill me, Ulysses was going to sacrifice me to Apollo, so fuck Ulysses - I can tell you what's going on.

"And this little fucker tells us that Ulysses had offended Athena, who'd said that Greek weapons were never going to harm Troy now, and then he says that Ulysses got all scared and made this horse as an offering to her, but they were worried that when they left we'd bring it into the city and Athena would love us and make us kings of Asia, so he had it made really really big so we wouldn't be able to get it through the gates.

"And we're all like, yeah, that sounds like a big pile of wooden horseshit, but then Laocoön and his sons get eaten by sea-serpents and we're like, yeah, maybe it is sacred to Athena.

"So we try and bring it into the city, and then Cassandra says, what the fuck guys, that thing's doomy as heck, you can hear fucking swords clanging in there. But what does Cassandra know, right?

"Long story short, the Greek armies hadn't gone any further than Tenebros and they sailed back after nightfall, and Sinon let out all the Greeks in the horse, and suddenly everything goes to shit.

"So I'm there half-drunk and half-asleep thinking, why is the city on fire, I thought we were past that now. And suddenly the ghost of  Hector is there, and I'm like, dude, you died, and he's like, dude, get the fucking fuck out of here, the city is on fire. And he tells me to go past the royal temple and get the household gods, because otherwise they'll probably burn with the city.

"And I say, loot the temple and get the fuck out. Got it.

"And he says, look, it's not like that but then I wake up and get moving.

"I get to the temple and Pyrrhus has just killed Prince Polites and is menacing King Priam, and Priam's all like, this is a fucking temple, dude, you can't just kill people, what will your father Achilles think? And Pyrrhus cuts off Priam's head and says, wow, you're right, dude, that was terrible, I better go and apologise to my father.

"Fuck Pyrrhus, man.

"So I grab the gods and I head back to my dad's place, and I say, dad, we've got to go, the city's on fire. And dad says, I'm not leaving, I was born and raised here. So I say, fuck that, and I put him on my back and we head down to the docks. And by dawn we've escaped the city, and my dad and my son Iulus are with me. But my wife Creusa didn't make it."

And Dido says, so, that means you're single, right?

The Trojan Exodus (or possibly Odyssey)
Aeneas continues:

"Right, so I figure we'll put in at Thrace - these guys are our allies, right? But as I'm doing the rites to my mum, I find this weird tree, and well I pull it up it's dripping blood and there's this zombie corpse there.

"And the corpse says, hey there, Aeneas, I'm Polydorus, my father Priam sent me to the Thracians to keep me safe but it turned out it didn't work because they killed me and took all of Dad's gold. Fuck the Thracians, man.

"And I said, yeah, fuck the Thracians.

"We buried Polydorus and set sail. Fucking Thracians.

"We pitch up at Delos, which is ruled by Anius, a friend of my dad's. Anius is king and also a priest of Apollo, so he suggests we all have a bit of a pray. Fuck me if we don't get a prophecy then and there: there's a kingdom for us in the land of our ancestors. Specifically, dad's and my ancestors.

"And dad says, sweet, Crete's near here and I'm pretty sure we have ancestors from Crete.

"And I say, really? And dad says, pretty sure.

"And then we hear a rumour that the king of Crete had fled for some reason, and the island is practically empty, so we set sail for Crete.

"Turns out the reason Crete was abandoned is plague. We all get sick, and a bunch of us die. Fuck plague, man.

"And then I have this dream where the house gods tell me that Apollo didn't mean Crete, he meant Latium in Italy. And I say, well maybe next time he could be more specific, and they say, don't be so fucking impious. And that morning I ask my dad about it and he says, oh yeah, Latium, I remember Cassandra saying something about that. But what does Cassandra know, right?

"Next we stop at Strophades. Not for long, it's full of fucking harpies. Fuck harpies!

"We give Ithaca a wide berth. Fucking Ulysses, man. Fuck that guy.

"Then we stop at Mount Leucata, have some games, meet the locals. Then Chaonia - Chaonia's pretty cool, actually. In the time we'd been sailing, Helenus, son of Priam, had led a slave revolt, killed Pyrrhus, made himself king, married Andromache. Nice place. We're talking about staying there - Helenus is a Trojan, yeah? And Chaonia is just like a new, tiny Troy - but Helenus says, mate, I'd love for you to stay here, I really would, but there's a prophecy that says you're to go to Italy, and Apollo says it's a real bad idea for you to stay.

"Fucking prophecies.

"So later we're sailing past Sicily and right, Helenus has warned us about Scylla and Charybdis, so we dodge them, but he hasn't warned us about the blind fucking Cyclops. We're just pulling into shore and there's this Greek sailor, and he's all like, get me the fuck out of here! And we're like, dude, we're Trojans, we should really kill you. And he's like, hey, I'd rather be killed by Trojans than eaten by a blind fucking Cyclops. And then suddenly there's this blind fucking Cyclops and we get the fuck out of there. And we ask this Greek guy what he's doing there, and he's like, Ulysses is pretty great and all but he had to abandon half his crew there. And I'm like, no, fuck Ulysses, and he's like, yeah, actually, fuck Ulysses.

"So we figure we'll put in at Sicily. We didn't get to the nice parts of Sicily. My dad died there, did I tell you that? And then this big fucking storm blows up from nowhere and scatters the fleet, and the next thing I know I'm in Carthage with half my ships missing. But it turns out they're mostly pretty close.

"And that, my queen, is my story."

And Dido says, you are so fucking hot.

Next: Love in a time of prophecy.


Friday, 7 October 2016

Ragin' Roland X: The End

The Myth: Legends of Charlemagne! Knights! Shining Armour! Magic swords! Magic horses! Quests, romance, adventure, monsters, violence, irresponsible magic, and a magnificent lack of self-control!
The Book: Orlando Furioso
The Author: Lodovico Ariosto (1532-ish)
This text: An etext of a set of poetry translations from 1823 to 1831 by William Stewart Rose.   
Price: Nothin'.

(Previously...)

Woe, woe
Bradamante is unhappy. The battle is over, the Saracens have fled, her brothers are safe - but Rogero has disappeared.

She does not suffer in silence: the seer Melissa cops an earful for prophecies that are obviously crap; Marphisa gets an earful for a brother who is obviously likewise.

Marphisa shrugs. Rogero can probably explain himself, and if he can't, she'll kill him, that's all.

A quest for ... love?
Rinaldo, meanwhile, has remembered that he was in love with Angelica as a result of a magic fountain, and wonders what she's up to these days. He decides to ask Malagigi. Malagigi, himself sweet on the shifty princess, is actually brooding on that same subject. He decides that, honestly, if she'd been at all interested she'd had plenty of opportunity to say so; she's just not that into him. Instead of advising Rinaldo that she's not that into him either, he agrees to summon a demon to track her down.

The demon he summons is a bit of an expert on matters of the heart, and it recognises the effects of the love/hate fountains.

It's not going to work, says the demon. For one thing, she hates him; for another, she just got married to a Moorish soldier; plus also, she's gone to India.

Rinaldo is not one to take no for an answer. He storms out, and asks Charlemagne if he can be given leave from court.

Why, says Charlemagne.

Because, uh, Gradasso nicked my horse, says Rinaldo, and took it to Ind... to Sericane.

Dudon and Guido offer to come with him, but Rinaldo says, nah, guys, it's cool.

Are you sure, they say.

Fucking leave me alone, says Rinaldo.

No sooner does Rinaldo enter the forest of Arden, however, when he's attacked by a monster - a woman made entirely of snakes. He tries to take her on, but this thing is actually weird enough to freak him out. He's unable to land a blow, and at the same time she keeps chucking snakes at him. When one gets into his visor, he considers it time to pissbolt.

This doesn't help, however, because the monster leaps onto his horse and continues the assault even as he flees.

Things begin to look bleak for our hero, but in the nick of time a stranger knight appears and takes up the fight. Rinaldo gratefully flees as the stranger forces the monster back to hell.

The two ride on for a bit. Rinaldo asks the stranger who he is; the stranger declines to answer. They arrive at the magic fountains of love and hate, where the stranger recommends they rest. Rinaldo agrees, and takes a drink from the fountain of hate.

Immediately, his love for Angelica falls away.

Right, says the stranger, now I can tell you who I am. He introduces himself as the allegorical figure Disdain, sent to break Rinaldo's chains of love. Then he vanishes.

Right then, says Rinaldo, I'd better go to Sericane and get my horse back.

Further allegorical adventures
Rinaldo soon hears about the duel between Orlando and co. and Gradasso etc., and resolves to head there at once. He rides as fast as he can, changing horses every ten miles, but eventually he decides to stop for the night.

Conveniently, he meets another stranger knight, who asks him if he's married.

It happens that I am, says Rinaldo.

Excellent, says the stranger, if you stay at my castle I'll show you something that will interest you.

The stranger's castle is large and luxurious, and is full of future-history statues of renowned, virtuous women. The stranger sits Rinaldo down to dinner, and starts to weep.

What's up, says Rinaldo.

In reply, the stranger presents a golden, gem-encrusted cup. This is a magic cup, he says, and you can only drink from it if your wife is faithful - but usually it spills everywhere.

Women suck, he adds.

Rinaldo, who was until recently questing after a woman who was not his wife, is reluctant to try the cup.

Actually, he says, I don't think I want to know.

People suck, really, he adds.

Wish I'd done that, says the stranger.

He tells his tale: how the sorceress Melissa - presumably the same one, but acting somewhat out of character - fell in love with him, how she gave him the magic cup, how she convinced him his wife was unfaithful even though he could drink from it. How Melissa disguised him as someone else, allowing him to prove his wife's unfaithfulness by seducing her, and how she ran off with the man that he'd been disguised as. How he told Melissa that she could go fuck herself.

Melissa does not come off well in this story.

So now he invites married men to his castle, so he can laugh at them when they spill wine on themselves.

That sucks, mate, says Rinaldo, but don't you think you're taking it all a bit too hard? I mean, Melissa fucked you over, you fucked your wife over, your wife fucked you over, and you fucked Melissa over. You've got to be philosophical, yeah?

Yeah, says the stranger, you're probably right.

The stranger loads Rinaldo into a magic boat, and sends him on his way.

Aboard the ship, Rinaldo discusses the incident with a sailor, wondering if he should have tried the cup after all.

Probably not, says the sailor, who then goes off into a long comic tale of infidelity and justice.

Everyone talks too much, says Rinaldo.

Reunion
Rinaldo travels across Europe until at last he finds Orlando and Olivier, and travels with them back to Biserta. They decide to bring the wounded Sobrino with them; they can't just abandon him, Saracen or no. Sansonet and Astolpho are pleased to see them, but are dismayed that Brandimart is not with them.

They carefully break the news to Flordelice who, thanks to a prophetic dream, is already dressed in mourning.

She is not happy.

An elaborate funeral is held for Brandimart, and Orlando vows to look after Flordelice.

The knights start making their way home, but Olivier's wound is troubling him; the captain of their ship says he knows of a hermit on an island who is pretty whiz at magic cures, probably. Orlando agrees to change course, and they head for the island.

Given that the wounds were received while defending the faith - more or less - the hermit agrees to heal Olivier's foot.

Witnessing the miracle, Sobrino decides to convert himself - and finds himself miraculous cured and all.

Oh by the way, says the hermit, this is Rogero - he's one of your lot now.

Roland sends to the ship for some food, and everyone feasts.

That's a coincidence, says Rinaldo, I had a duel with a guy called Rogero, he was awesome.

Same guy, says Sobrino.

Rogero is inducted into the company. Rinaldo says that he can marry his sister if he wants; Orlando and Olivier agree.
"Sure, guys. Wasn't asking you, but whatever."
Orlando gives Rogero back his arms and horse, plus one of the magic swords. (I'm not sure which, I've lost track.)

Everyone returns home - Astolpho via Ethiopia, by hippogriff - and Rogero is taken to introduced to Charlemagne. His parentage is established and he is welcomed as a son.

Well, a nephew.

Well, technically kin. 

Rogero is overjoyed to see his sister - and delighted to see Bradamante. They embrace.

This confuses Charlemagne considerably, because he and Duke Aymon, Bradamante's father, have just promised the Emperor of Greece that she'll marry his son, Leo.

One last wrinkle
There is a conversation. Rinaldo patiently explains to his father that he has said Bradamante can marry Rogero. Orlando patiently explains to his uncle that he has said Bradamante can marry Rogero. Olivier and Sobrino weigh in, patiently explaining that everyone has agreed that Bradamante can marry Rogero. Aymon patiently explains to his son and nephew and everyone else that they can fuck off.

Bradamante's mother Beatrice explains that an Emperor's son is better than some random vagrant ex-Saracen knight. She is not patient.

Bradamante is torn between filial duty and her love for Rogero. She's actually a bit shocked that no-one is listening to Rinaldo and Orlando: surely if those two fuckheads agree on something, people should pay attention.

Rogero weighs up his options. These are:
  1. Ride real quick to Greece and try to explain things to Emperor Constantine.
  2. Kill Aymon.
    2a. Kill everyone who tries to kill him for killing Aymon, up to and including Rinaldo and possibly including Bradamante.
  3. Kill Leo.
  4. Kill himself.
  5. Give up the whole thing in despair.
He opts for option 3. Crucially, he leaves without discussing the situation with Bradamante.

Bradamante, meanwhile, goes to Charlemagne.

Am I, or am I not, a fucking knight, she says.

What's your point, he says.

I want a boon, she says.

Sure, he says, what do you want?

I'm not marrying any fucker who can't beat me in combat, she says.

That's fair enough, actually, says the king.

Aymon and Beatrice are not at all pleased. They lock Bradamante in a tower. Technically, she's free to go any time she wants, but they tell her they'll be very disappointed if she leaves.

And when Charlemagne announces the boon to the court, Bradamante immediately wants to tell Rogero.

Except he's fucked off without telling anyone.

Fuck, she says. The fucking fucker.

Eastward ho!
Having decided to kill Leo, Rogero heads east. He finds himself near Belgrade, where the Greek army is engaged with the Bulgars. The Greeks are trying to bridge the Save, and the Bulgars are stopping them. However, the Greek army is a hell of a lot bigger than the Bulgarian one, so while the Bulgar's king Vatran is stopping the main army, Leo takes a force the long way round and charges their flank.

Vadran does not survive. The Bulgar army starts to rout.

Rogero sees his chance: he rides in and rallies the breaking Bulgars. He runs his lance through one of Constantine's nephews, and through sheer manliness and valour turns the tide of the battle.

Leo, watching from a nearby tower, is pretty damned impressed by what he sees. I mean, sure, this guy is on the wrong side, but what an artist! What a genius! What a manly and valorous man!

The Bulgars are victorious and the Greeks retreat. Rather than hang around and have the boring adoration of the Bulgars impede his prevenge, Rogero decides to press on into Belgrade. He takes to an inn, where a Greek soldier promptly recognises his livery and runs off to the local lord, Ungiardo. Ungiardo waits until he's asleep, and captures him.

Emperor Constantine is delighted that this brand new hero of the Bulgars has been delivered to him so quickly. So is his sister Theodora, whose son was killed by Rogero in the battle. Constantine hands Rogero over to Theodora, who has him tortured and imprisoned.

A debt of honour
Leo learns that Rogero has been captured, and is being held by his demented aunt.

This isn't right, he thinks. He bribes the guard and strangles the torturer, and releases Rogero.

Leo's rescue count: +1

Hi, he says, I'm Leo and I think you're awesome.

Fuck, says Rogero, I guess I owe you my life. Fuck.

Leo explains that, if this is a life debt situation, he has a problem that Rogero can help with.

See, he says, my father got me engaged to this French knight, and she won't marry anyone who can't beat her in combat, and, look, she sounds like a complete fucking psycho.

Only, he adds, you're completely fucking awesome - can you disguise yourself as me and fight her for me?

Sure, says Rogero, I guess I have to. Fuck.

A fight for love and glory
Leo and Rogero head back to France. A tourney is arranged. Rogero opts to start with sword - not because Bradamante has a magic invincible lance, but because he doesn't want her to recognise his horse Frontino. He's also careful to take a sword which isn't his normal magical one.

The battle begins, and Bradamante does not hold back. She assails the presumed Leo viciously; only the fact that Rogero is completely encased in unbreakable armour saves him. He's careful to look like he's fighting, but he doesn't want to land a serious blow.

Charlemagne and court are terribly impressed at this Greek's fortitude. Eventually, some time after sunset, the king says he reckons that's enough. While technically he was supposed to beat her, not dying is actually probably sufficient. Bradamante must marry Leo.

Rogero goes back to Leo and tells him that he's won, and then goes sulking off into the forest. Bradamante, meanwhile, considers her options. These are:
  1. Kill Aymon and Beatrice and probably Charlemagne
  2. Kill Leo
  3. Kill herself.
She opts for plan 3, and starts sharpening her knives.

This pisses Marphisa off no end, and she goes and confronts Charlemagne.

You fucking suck, she says, Rogero and Bradamante were totally married in secret beforehand in front of me and I am totally a witness.

Charlemagne calls Bradamante down and asks her if it's true; Bradamante is evasive. Orlando and Rinaldo declare that they are totally convinced by Marphisa's totally plausible story. Aymon declares that he is not.

Well fuck you lot, says Marphisa, if this fucking Greek wants to marry my sister-in-law I'll fucking kill him myself.

A resolution at last
Someone explains to Leo that he's going to need to fight Marphisa.

Fuuuck, says Leo. He takes off in desperate search of Rogero, his champion.

He finds Melissa instead.

Melissa explains that Rogero is probably dying of grief. She explains why.

Well that fucking sucks, says Leo.

Melissa leads Leo through the forest to where Rogero is, curled up in the foetal position.

Hey, man, says Leo gently, have you got something to say? 

Hey, says Rogero.

Rogero explains everything; how he rode to Hungary to kill Leo, how he got captured and rescued himself, how he acted as champion so that Leo could marry Bradamante, and how fucked up the whole thing is.

You should have fucking said something, man, says Leo, I didn't really want to marry her anyway.

Leo says that the whole thing is political from his point of view, to ally the Greek empire with Charlemagne's kingdom. He says he really doesn't want to let politics get in the way of his best friend's happiness.

Look, he says, you should totally marry Bradamante - you earned it and everything.

Also, he adds, I don't want to fight your fucking psycho sister. 

Melissa, Leo and Rogero ride back to Paris. On the way, they meet an emissary from the Bulgars who is looking for Rogero.

Hey look, says the Bulgar, you were awesome back in that battle back there, like amazing, and since we don't exactly have a king at the moment, we were wondering if you'd be up for the gig?

Sure, says Leo, he'd love to.

Leo takes Rogero back to Charlemagne and says: Look, this guy actually won the fight with Bradamante, and guess what, he's the king of Bulgaria and a close personal friend of the Greek crown prince.

Leo tells the story of Rogero's valour back at Belgrade, and explains how he came to be fighting on behalf of the son of the Greek emperor. Everyone is terribly impressed; even Beatrice relents when she learns that Rogero is a king.

Bradamante and Rogero are finally married. Rogero swears fealty to Charlemagne, Melissa blesses the marital bed, and everyone is happy - even if the prophecy says it won't last.

The end.

One last battle
Well, almost.

Just as everyone is settling down to live happily ever after, Rodomont turns up. He accuses Rogero of abandoning his king, and demands satisfaction. They fight; Rodomont is stronger and dominates the duel, until Rogero is able to use a fancy wrestling move to slam Rodomont to the ground. Rogero demands Rodomont yield; Rodomont does not.

So Rodomont dies at Rogero's hand.

The end, for real.



Final rescue tally: 

Astolpho: 14
Melissa: 12
Rogero: 9
Bradamante: 7
Angelica: 7
Orlando: 3
Marphisa: 3
Rinaldo: 2
Leo: 1

--
Well, this was...epic. It was fun, it was funny, it was exciting, it was absolutely fascinating. There was the sense that the poet Ariosto was enjoying himself. I developed a real affection for the characters, especially stoic, heroic Bradamante; gleefully violent Marphisa; bold, good-natured Astolpho; and stupid, stupid Rogero. I loved the little knots and threads of criss-crossing storylines, and the singing and fighting and monsters and allegories and allusions and digressions and just the grandness, the knight-in-shining-armour-ness of it all. 

I do wonder if I'm doing Bradamante an injustice by summarising ten verses of poetical lamentation as "Fuck the fucking fucker!" but fuck it, she's never a wilting maiden; she's a knight, first and foremost, and she has to put up with some serious bullshit.

Next: Gold and Germans.

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Ragin' Roland IX: Let's Settle This

The Myth: Legends of Charlemagne! Knights! Shining Armour! Magic swords! Magic horses! Quests, romance, adventure, monsters, violence, irresponsible magic, and a magnificent lack of self-control!
The Book: Orlando Furioso
The Author: Lodovico Ariosto (1532-ish)
This text: An etext of a set of poetry translations from 1823 to 1831 by William Stewart Rose.   
Price: Nothin'.

(Previously...)

Rogero rejoins the Saracens, Marphisa joins the Christians
After their adventure with Marganor, Rogero reiterates that he wants to find a way to delicately extricate himself from his oath of fealty rather than simply betraying it. Bradamante, a knight herself, gets it. She and Marphisa head back to Charles' camp.

Everyone is pleased to see her, especially her brothers.

Marphisa - who once vowed to defeat Charlemagne in single combat - is actually quite impressed when she meets the king in person. She gives an eloquent speech, detailing her history, including how she came to be Queen of India. The short version: she was sold to king of India to join his harem; on her "wedding" day, she murdered the king and his court and seized his throne; then she conquered six more kingdoms before she turned eighteen. She admits to having wanted to kill Charlemagne, but admits this as an error: she didn't know they were related, she didn't know Agramant's family had killed her parents, and she didn't know Charlemagne was quite so good.

Happy to convert, she says, then I'll go murder Agramant and baptise my kingdoms. 

Marphisa is baptised in style, by the archbishop/paladin Turpin, with Charlemagne standing in as her father.

Astolpho returns to earth 
Meanwhile, in Ethiopia, Astolpho's divine chariot has made landfall. Saint John tells him of a secret herb that will cure Prester John's blindness, and also gives him secret divine training techniques to prepare the Ethiopians for battle. Astolpho is to lead them on an attack against Biserta in North Africa.

All of this makes Prester John pretty happy.

Astolpho has a couple more preparations to make: acting on divine instruction, he flies south to a particular cave, where he traps Auster, the South Wind, in a bladder. Then he flies to the top of a mountain and starts an avalanche - which, through divine magic becomes a herd of warhorses to mount the Ethiopian troops.

With his new army and his new magic, Astolpho methodically lays waste to Africa, conquering city after city and ultimately besieging Biserta.

Moorish deliberations
News of Astolpho's actions reaches Agramant in France.

Agramant is concerned.

But Marsilius, King of Spain, suggests that this whole thing is pretty unlikely. Ethiopians? On horseback? With a leader on a hippogryph? Most likely Agramant's lieutenant Branzando has exaggerated the situation to cover his own failures. Much better for the Moors to remain in France until Charlemagne is defeated. That's just sense, nothing to do with Spain's self interest.

King Sobrino pipes up at this point, saying that perhaps it might have been better to make peace earlier, rather than listen to Rodomont and his cronies. Sobrino has actually been saying this all along, but it's sounding better now that Rodomont has pissed off and Rinaldo's back on the field. Sure, Orlando's still MIA, but the Saracen army has also lost Gradasso, Mandricardo and Marphisa.  And the Christians now have Guido, Sansonet, Gryphon, Aquilant...

Sobrino's plan isn't just to retreat, however - that leaves Spain exposed, and is pretty cowardly. No, says Sansonet, the Christians are sick of this war too. Better to stake the whole war on a single one-on-one duel.

Rogero's pretty good, says Sobrino.

Charlemagne accepts Agramant's proposal: while he's pretty sure he's winning, he's not really keen on losing any more of his knights. And, besides, with Rinaldo here, how can he lose?

Rinaldo certainly shares that point of view.

Rogero, however, is not keen. He's pretty sure he can take Rinaldo, but he's not keen on killing his future brother-in-law.

For her part, Bradamante has some fairly choice commentary to make: Rogero was supposed to be extricating himself from the Saracen army, not taking sole responsibility for the whole damn thing. Now whatever the outcome, it's not good for Bradamante. Stupid fucker, she says.

Don't worry, says Melissa, I'll fix it.

Where the fuck have you been, says Bradamante.

Don't worry about that either, says Melissa.

Duel!
Rogero and Rinaldo front up to the duelling field, accompanied by the Kings of Africa and Spain on one hand and the King and peers of France on the other. Malagigi suggests that the duel should probably be with axes, since Rogero has a magic sword. (I'm pretty sure Rinaldo does too, but Malagigi doesn't mention it.)

The Kings swear before God the terms of the wager, which is largely to do with the tribute that will be owed to the victor.  Rogero sneaks in a sneaky oath that if his king meddles in the battle or the aftermath his own services will be forfeit to Charlemagne. Rinaldo makes a matching oath, should Charlemagne prove dishonorable.

The battle starts, with Rogero trying very hard not to kill Rinaldo, or to be killed by Rinaldo.

Rinaldo has no such qualms.

The Africans are quite disappointed in this display: they were pretty sure Rogero was better than this. Agramant glares at Sobrino.

Then Rodomont appears! Agramant, he says, how come you've got a kid fighting for the future of your kingdom? How come we don't just attack the Christians?

Rodomont's appearance changes the odds substantially in Agramant's eyes. He orders the Saracens to charge.

What he didn't know was that it wasn't Rodomont at all; it was Melissa, in disguise. Once the battle starts, she vanishes in a puff of magic.

The interruption to the duel confuses Rinaldo and Rogero. They stop their own fight to work out which of the monarchs broke the truce, because that will determine which side they're on.

But no such confusion holds Bradamante and Marphisa. These are both absolutely itching to fight, Bradamante because of the enormous swelling of frustration and angst in her breast, Marphisa because she's Marphisa. They throw themselves into the fight with abandon, fighting side by side and impressing each other with their prowess. Then they split up, because they'll do more damage that way.

Agramant, meanwhile, is wondering where the fuck Rodomont went. Also Sobrino and Marsilius, who have retreated to Arles.

The Saracens are soundly defeated.

Astolpho's triumph
Because Agramant has drained much of Africa's manpower to invade France, Astolpho and Prester John are able to conquer most of Africa pretty easily. Branzardo is holed up in Biserta, and that's apparently the last remaining Saracen city in Africa.

Branzardo offers up a captured paladin, Dudon, as ransom, if Astolpho promises not to raze his city. Astolpho agrees.

Astolpho is pretty pleased with his victory, and decides to return to France. He takes some leaves and throws them into the sea, where divine magic turns them into a fully equipped and manned war fleet. They're just waiting for a favourable wind when a vessel turns up, full of Christians! These are Rodomont's prisoners from the bridge, sent to Africa as slaves. Here's Brandimart, Olivier, Sansonet, and several others.

Technically, Astolpho is the one to set them free, so he gets the rescue. It's a pretty weak rescue, but it did come about from him conquering most of Africa. 

Astolpho's rescue count: +3 named knights, plus, say, 4 others, 7 total.

As everyone is enjoying the reunion, there's an uproar. The locals have been attacked by a naked savage, who is wielding a tree. Not a big tree, but a tree.

There's also a woman in black - it's Flordelice! She and Brandimart are reunited! She's travelling with Bradimart's faithful liegeman Bardino. Brandimart is just about to embrace his old friend when the wild man interrupts with his tree.

It's Orlando! shouts Flordelice.

I've got a plan! shouts Astolpho.

The knights circle Orlando. There is a short and vicious fight, but the five of them are able to wrestle Orlando to the ground and truss him up. They throw him seven times into the sea to clean him up, then stopper up his mouth with moss. Astolpho produces the vial with Orlando's reason, and makes Orlando sniff the vapours.

Orlando comes to his senses.

And feels a little bit stupid.

Astolpho's rescue count: +1 deranged knight.

The rout of the Moors
Agramant is fighting gamefully on, but most of his forces have retreated to Arles and are fleeing by boat. The king abandons the fight entirely when he realises that both Bradamante and Marphisa are pursuing him. He retreats, burning bridges and closing gates as he goes, abandoning such of his troops that are holding bridges and outside gates. He sends his big ships home, leaving some smaller vessels to help him coordinate the stragglers. Sobrino abandons France entirely, and Marsilius retreats to Spain. Eventually Agramant takes what remains of his force sets sail, in a demoralised and bitter fleet.

He is hoping to relieve Biserta, still under siege despite Dudon's ransom, but is surprised to find the sea full of inexplicable magic warships.  Dudon is in command, and several Saracen vessels are sunk. Agramant and Sobrino are able to transfer valuables - including the horse Brigliadoro - to a smaller ship and escape under cover of darkness.

The Christians, now led by Orlando, decide to destroy Biserta once and for all. They offer the city three days grace, and then attack it with full force. After a mighty battle, Biserta falls, and is put to the torch. Branzando takes his own life, and the Agramant's remaining vassals are killed.

Agramant sees the smoke from the city from aboard ship, and asks Sobrino what they should do. Sobrino counsels that they should head to Sericane, and raise a force to win back Agramant's kingdom. Gradasso welcomes the fugitives, and offers two ways by which he might help: he'll take on Orlando in single combat while everyone else fights the Ethiopians; or he'll raise a huge force of Arabs and Persians to reconquer Africa.

Agramant likes these ideas, but says that whatever happens, they'd probably best deal with Orlando first.  He proposes that they challenge Orlando to a two-on-two fight. Sobrino says that he'd like to play too, so they decide to make it three-on-three. They send a messenger to Orlando with the challenge.

Orlando hears that Agramant has his horse and that Gradasso has his sword and Rinaldo's horse, so agrees immediately. He selects Brandimart and Olivier, they equip themselves as best they can, and off they head.

Rogero's troubles
Rogero and Rinaldo spent the battle trying to work out who broke faith first, Agramant or Charlemagne, and were unable to resolve the matter at the time. Eventually, Rogero renews his oath to Rinaldo, and rides off to find out what happened. He follows the route of Agramant's retreat, asking everyone he meets what happened.

It was Agramant, says everyone.

Rogero arrives in Arles to find no boats and no Saracens, so he gloomily heads towards Marseilles. He's still convinced that he can't desert without being called a coward, but he's not really willing to head to Africa to confront Agramant. In Marseilles he finds Dudon's fleet with all of his Saracen captives. He spots a party of Saracen kings - many of them his friends - and decides to rescue them. Dudon objects, and rides to challenge Rogero. They fight.

During the battle, Rogero considers Bradamante's lineage, and notes that her mother was Danish. Dudon is the son of Ogier the Dane, and thus Bradamante's kinsman on her mother's side. Rogero therefore uses the flat of his blade to defeat Dudon. Dudon concedes the battle, and Rogero takes back the seven Saracen kings. He takes a ship, and sails for Africa.

Rogero's rescue count: +7 Saracens. They count, even though they almost immediately drown.

Unfortunately, a storm blows up and the vessel founders. Rogero heads for the skiff, but it's overloaded and sinks. Most of those on it drown, but Rogero surfaces and swims for shore. The ship, which appeared to be lost, survives the storm and drifts, uncontrolled, to the coast of Africa.

Prelude to the triple duel
By a remarkable coincidence, Rogero's ship beaches on the shore just near Orlando and company, who are delighted to find the horse Frontino and all of Rogero's arms and armour. Orlando doesn't need armour, so he gives it to Olivier. The horse he gives to Brandimart, and he takes the sword for himself. They patch up the ship and and sail off to Sericane.

The knights arrive at the appointed duelling ground, a beach. Brandimart - once upon a time, a Saracen and a friend of Agramant's - is sent to negotiate with the Saracens. He says that the Christians are happy to concede the fight and give him all his kingdoms back if Agramant converts.

Agramant is deeply offended. He does not convert.

Rogero's future
Rogero is struggling to reach the shore in a storm. This a good time to rethink his life choices.

Choice number 1: "Probably should have chosen my girlfriend over my boss."

Choice number 2: "Probably should have accepted that the conditions of my oath to Rinaldo were met."

Choice number 3: "Probably should have got baptised before I died."

Should he survive, Rogero resolves to immediately convert, immediately marry Bradamante, and immediately swear fealty to Charlemagne.

Satisfied with these life choices, he finds renewed vigour and a helpful swell, and washes up on shore. He takes stock, and finds that he's on a desolate island. He hadn't considered this outcome: he may have escaped drowning only to starve to death on a rock.

Happily, the rock is not uninhabited: Rogero meets a hermit who has lived here undisturbed for forty years, who is thus extremely holy. The hermit addresses him as a pre-Damascus St Paul, and then explains that oaths made when drowning still count when not. 

Fair enough, says Rogero.

The hermit spends a day instructing Rogero in the mysteries of the faith, and then baptises him.

Then the hermit explains about the prophecy concerning Rogero's death: he'll die within seven years of his conversion, mostly for the deaths of Pinabel and Bertolagi. (It is noted that Bradamante killed Pinabel; basically, it sucks to be Rogero.)

The prophecy continues: Bradamante, heavily pregnant, will quest to find out Rogero's fate; their son, Ateste, will be born in a forest and eventually become a great hero like his parents; Ateste, Bradamante and Marphisa will avenge Rogero's death and burn Poictiers to the ground; Rogero's descendants will eventually become great warriors, heroes, leaders, and, especially, patrons of poets.

Rogero says, Great?

The triple duel
Orlando squares off against Gradasso. Mounted on Bayardo, Gradasso is the more powerful jouster, and Orlando is barely able to get a blow in. Eventually, Orlando is unhorsed; he draws his sword.

Agramant and Olivier and evenly matched, but Brandimart easily unhorses Sobrino. Since Gradasso is still mounted and Orlando isn't, Brandimart turns to face that king. This leaves Sobrino to face Orlando.

Sobrino is no match for Orlando, and is laid flat by a single blow to the head. He's not dead, but he looks it; Orlando turns to see what's happening with Brandimart.

Brandimart isn't losing but he's not winning either; he's riding Frontino, which lets him at least dodge Gradasso's blows. Orlando sees Sobrino's horse, and mounts it. He rides in to challenge Gradasso, and manages to get a strong blow into the joins of his enchanted armour. Gradasso, who has never been seriously injured before, goes into a rage, and retaliates with Durindana, Orlando's own sword, severing Orlando's shield and armour and wounding the knight despite his skin's enchantment. 

Through all of this Agramant and Olivier continue to fight, equally matched - but Sobrino comes to his senses, and sneaks in to stab Olivier's horse from behind. Olivier falls; Sobrino tries to stab him, but he's unable to penetrate Rogero's enchanted armour. Olivier has an arm free to defend himself, but is trapped beneath his dead horse.

Brandimart rides in to engage Agramant. Gradasso is gaining the upper hand, and hits Orlando with a stunning blow. The noise spooks Orlando's horse, which flees. Gradasso makes to pursue, but sees that Brandimart has wounded Agramant and shattered his sword; the king is defending himself with a mere dagger.

Gradasso rides in and cuts Brandimart's head in half.

The shock of this sight brings Orlando back to his senses; he regains control of his horse and rides towards the Saracen kings. He decapitates the beleaguered Agramant. Agramant's head lands at Gradasso's feet; Gradasso doesn't even raise his sword against Orlando's killing blow.

Brandimart, despite having his head split down to the nose, is able to beg Orlando to take care of Flordelice before he dies.

Orlando rescues Olivier from under his horse; Olivier's foot is badly damaged and he can no longer walk. He also finds a heavily wounded Sobrino. Sobrino concedes the fight, and Orlando makes sure he is consigned to good care. Then he gathers up all of the various magic swords, sets of armour and horses, and heads back to France.

Next: The End.

Rescue tally: 

Astolpho: 14
Melissa: 12
Rogero: 9
Bradamante: 7
Angelica: 7
Orlando: 3
Marphisa: 3
Rinaldo: 2

Thursday, 30 June 2016

Ragin' Roland VIII: Allegory, Violence and Family Values


The Myth: Legends of Charlemagne! Knights! Shining Armour! Magic swords! Magic horses! Quests, romance, adventure, monsters, violence, irresponsible magic, and a magnificent lack of self-control!
The Book: Orlando Furioso
The Author: Lodovico Ariosto (1532-ish)
This text: An etext of a set of poetry translations from 1823 to 1831 by William Stewart Rose.   
Price: Nothin'.

(Previously...)

I have no idea where we left Astolpho, but now he's flying south. Also, east. West, north, up, down. Basically, all over Europe and Africa, in no particular order. He pitches up in Ethiopia.

Astolpho and the harpies from hell
Ethiopia is important, because it has something you don't often find in Africa: a Christian king. Astolpho lands and rides across the golden drawbridge, through the golden gate and up the bejewelled streets. He introduces himself to the king: Senapus, also known as Prester John.

Prester John has a problem, however. He is labouring under a curse: he was struck blind and is beset by harpies. His sin - and it's a big one - was to wage war on God. The king rode his armies into Egypt, up a mountain at the source of the Nile, and into the worldly part of heaven. God opened up heaven's gates, releasing a single angel to destroy the army, and hell's gates, releasing harpies to torment the king. The basic harpy bit has not changed since classical Greece: harass the blind king, foul his food, screech a lot, sort of thing.

The king is very pleased to see - metaphorically - a paladin. He says that, given his sin, asking for remittance is a bit much, but if there's anything Astolpho can do to provide respite, he'll worship him as an angel and the Messiah.

Nah, says Astolpho, I'm just a dude. I'll fight your monsters, but maybe you should save your worship for God?

A banquet is prepared in Astolpho's honour, and sure enough, the harpies gatecrash it. Astolpho turns his sword on them, but they are tough and numerous, and he doesn't win. The meal is ruined.

But Astolpho has another plan. He tells everyone to stuff their ears with wax, and prepare another banquet. He mounts his hippogriff, and just as the harpies arrive for round two, he sounds his horn of terror.

The harpies flee.

Into the pit
The harpies flee into a cave. Astolpho follows them. The cave leads to hell. Astolpho hesitates - is heading into hell really the best plan? But then he figures that his horn of terror has been pretty reliable, and can probably handle anything hell throws at him - up to and including Satan.

In the cave Astolpho faces choking fumes and intangible shades. One of the spirits offers him some breathing space if he'll listen to her tale.

The spirit is Lydia of Lydia, and it turns out that Astolpho is in the hell of faithless women. Lydia tells a tale of seduction, manipulation, bloodshed and betrayal: she pretended to be in love with this guy Alcestes so that he would fight her father's enemies, thinking one of them would probably kill him. Alas, he won every battle, losing all his own friends and allies in the process, and so when he returns, ultimately triumphant, she says that actually she never really loved him.

This is pretty poor behaviour, but eternity in hell seems a bit harsh all the same.

Astolpho briefly considers staying in hell and speaking to more ghosts, but then the smoke rises and he decides that it was a bad idea in the first place.

He has a bit of a wash, and gets on his hippogriff to go check out heaven.

Fruit and flowers
The earthly part of heaven is on top of a mountain in Ethiopia. Astolpho finds that he has an advantage that few knights before him had: a flying steed. Instead of climbing the mountain, he just zips on up.

On the summit of the mountain is a beautiful garden with flowers of precious gems, and trees of fruit and flowers. There's a giant pavilion made of ruby, with an old man waiting for him. This is Saint John the Apostle, and he's very glad to see Astolpho.

Look, says John, Charlemagne's in a bit of trouble, and we want to help, but first you should have something to eat.

Astolpho dines with Saint John, and several old testament prophets. In a true sign of godliness, the prophets make sure the hippogriff has enough to eat first.
"This is great! With fruits like these, no wonder our forefathers couldn't resist!"
"We don't talk about those two, Astolpho."
The next morning, John explains to Astolpho that the problem is Orlando: Orlando isn't smiting Saracens as he should, he's off mooning over some foreign princess. Who isn't even a Christian.

So, says Astolpho, I should go give him a good talking to?

No, says John, we need you to go to the moon.

The prophets load the saint and the paladin into a flaming chariot, and send them into orbit.

A knight on the moon (and a word from our sponsor)
The moon is rather more crowded than Astolpho expected, since it's filled with all the things that have been lost on Earth. There are lakes of lovers' tears, bladders full of sighs, piles of old crowns, and so on. John patiently explains all the symbolism, but Astolpho confesses that it's all going over his head. Disappointed, John pulls out a bottle labelled "Orlando's wit" and gives it to Astolpho.
"There's a lot of flasks up here."
"There's a lot of stupid folk down there."
On the way down, John pops in to say hello to the Fates, busily weaving everyone's destiny. John offers Astolpho a bit of future history, and takes him onward past some allegorical geography.

But the most important lesson that John the Apostle, John the Evangelist has for Astolpho is this:
Poets are awesome. Poets are special. Where would we be without poets? Poets are the only reliable source of immortality since antiquity. Do you need a poet to tell the story of your glory? If you're thinking everlasting worldly fame, think: Poets! Poets - they're pretty great.
PS Please remember to pay your poet.
Thanks, says Astolpho, but I don't feel that was directed at me.

Bradamante at the bridge
Bradamante is still wandering, disconsolate. She has a vague idea to track down Rogero and kill him for his apparent faithlessness, but really she's just miserable.

Flordelice is also miserable, since her Brandimart was captured by Rodomont and imprisoned in a tower. But Flordelice has a mission: find a knight who can defeat Rodomont and free all the tower's captives.

Flordelice is happy to see Bradamante.

Bradamante is happy to have a fight on her hands.

The two ride to the bridge where, sure enough, they are confronted by Rodomont, who explains that he is fighting knights to take their armour and display it on the tower in tribute to the beautiful Isabella, who he murdered.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever fucking heard, says Bradamante.

It's perfectly valid, says Rodomont.

Bradamante says: A better tribute would be to defeat Isabella's murderer in combat and lock him in a tower, which is what I'm going to do.

You're hot, says Rodomont, if I defeat you can I marry you?

Get fucked, you cockwomble, says Bradamante.

They fight.

Bradamante goes into this fight knowing that Rodomont is pretty much the scariest Saracen on the board, but she's ok with that because she's pretty fed up with everything right now. She doesn't actually know that Astolpho's golden lance is magical. It is, though.

Rodomont is unhorsed, and knocked into the middle of the bridge. Bradamante's horse Rabican actually has to dance around the edge of the bridge to avoid trampling him. (Bradamante is nothing if not honourable.)

Rodomont stands up, a little dumbfounded, takes his armour off, and orders his squires to release the prisoners. Bradamante hangs his armour on the tower. The arms on display show that Brandimart, Sansonet and Olivier have been defeated, and a handful of unnamed Saracen knights. The knights themselves are not here.  (It's mentioned that Sacripant's arms are here; there was a challenge involving the horse Frontino. Rodomont defeated him and took his arms, but didn't imprison him as a courtesy to a fellow king.)

Bradamante's rescue count: +0

Bradamante asks Flordelice where's she's going next. Flordelice says she's going to head to Arles, where the Saracens are, and maybe get a boat to Africa to find Brandimart.

Bradamante has a bit of a think, and then says that she'll ride with her a part of the way. She gives Flordelice Rodomont's horse, and says, look, there's something I want you to do.

Bradamante's instructions are as follows: Flordelice is to go into the Saracen camp and find Rogero. She's to give Rogero back the horse Frontino, and say that it's a gift from an anonymous knight. Then she's to say that the knight in question thinks Rogero is a faithless arsehole, and wants him to be properly equipped for their imminent duel.
"Call him a stupid fucker if you want to."
Bradamante on the plain
Flordelice faithfully carries out the mission, and delivers both Frontino and the challenge to Rogero.

Rogero says, what the fuck?

Like, there's a lot of knights who want to fight Rogero, but he's on first name terms with them, plus they're all on his own side.

It's probably Rodomont, thinks Rogero, but why would Rodomont give me his horse?

Meanwhile, Bradamante is on the plain, shouting out a challenge.

Send Serpentine, says Agramant.

Serpentine gets pasted.

Send Grandonio, says Marsillius.

Grandonio gets pasted.

Look, says Bradamante, we could do this all day - could you send out someone worth fighting?

This pisses Grandonio off, so he has another go.

Grandonio gets pasted again.

I'm serious, says Bradamante.

By now the Saracens are speculating about who this knight actually is. Brandimart, probably, they think. Maybe Rinaldo.

Possibly even Orlando.

Ferrau says that he'll have a go.

You're not who I came to fight, says Bradamante, but at least you're worth fighting.

Ferrau asks, Who do you want to fight?

Rogero, says Bradamante.

Well, says Ferrau, if you win I'll tell him.

Also, says Ferrau, you're very pretty.

Ferrau gets pasted but doesn't mind, since he thinks he's fighting an actual angel.

Ferrau seeks out Rogero. I don't know who that guy is, says Ferrau, but he's really pretty and he wants to fight you.

Well then, says Rogero, let's fight. 

Bradamante, Marphisa, and the battle of Arles 
Rogero suits up, and is really keen to fight. The other Saracens ask Ferrau if it's Rinaldo out there.

It's not Rinaldo, says Ferrau, but it could be his little brother - except that everyone knows that Richardetto's crap.

Someone says, doesn't Rinaldo have a sister?

Holy shit, says Rogero.

Meanwhile, however, Marphisa has heard that there's a Christian champion looking for fights, and no-one has asked her. And, she reasons, Rogero will probably beat him and then there's no fight for her at all!

Marphisa puts on a phoenix helmet and rides out.

You, says Bradamante, right.

Marphisa is knocked off her horse. Rather than admit defeat, however, she draws her sword and indicates that she wishes to continue the fight.

Oh I will fucking do you, says Bradamante.

They continue to fight; Bradamante does not do Marphisa the courtesy of dismounting. The thing about the golden lance, however, is that it is designed to win jousts, not kill people. All it's really doing is knocking Marphisa down and pissing her off.

At this point the French army wakes up to the fact that there's a fight going on, and charge. Agramant opens the gates, and the Saracens ride out.

Rogero's mental state is complicated. He doesn't want Marphisa to kill Bradamante. He doesn't want Bradamante to kill Marphisa. He also doesn't want his side to lose the battle, but that's way down the list of priorities. He rides in between Marphisa and Bradamante to separate them, and engages with Charlemagne's forces.

Marphisa gets turned around and isn't able to continue her fight, which pisses her the fuck off. Bradamante sees Rogero ride past, and pursues him. She calls him out for his dishonour and faithlessness, and demands that he stand and fight.

Rogero says, what the fuck?

Fight or die, says Bradamante.

They face off, and ride towards each other. Rogero sees just how serious she is. He needs to do something dramatic.

He lowers his shield and turns his heart towards her lance.

At the last minute, she pulls up her own lance, and rides by.

The battle continues, and Bradamante is very much the hero of the day. Unwilling to kill Rogero, she vents her rage on several hundred Saracens. The Saracens rout.

During the mop-up, Rogero rides up, and says, look, can we talk?

Bradamante gallops off into the forest. Rogero follows.

So does Marphisa. Marphisa is worried about Rogero. Also, she's worried that if she lets them go she won't get to fight Bradamante some more.

That's probably her biggest worry, actually.

The forest of love and ghosts
Rogero chases down Bradamante in a grove. Bradamante swears at him. A lot. Then she spots Marphisa, and runs her down with the lance again. This time, she's determined to end her; she dismounts and draws her sword.

Rogero tries to separate them, but can't get in between the flashing blades. Then the women end up dropping their swords and trying to throttle each other, which makes Rogero's task slightly easier. He's able to drag Marphisa away.

There is literally nothing that pisses Marphisa off more than being dragged away from a fight.

Marphisa picks up her sword and goes Rogero.

The fact that Rogero is not dead in seconds impresses Bradamante, as well it should, and the fact that he's actually fighting her at all makes her wonder if she may not have gotten the wrong end of the stick.

Still, he's not fighting to kill, and Marphisa is. She lands a blow on his shield that numbs his arm; he's forced to retaliate heavily. But what should be a killing blow sticks into the stone of a tomb instead.

A ghost appears.

Holy shit, says the ghost, is that Rogero? Marphisa?

It adds, Holy shit, please don't kill each other!

The ghost has a tale to tell. The tale involves a Saracen princess, set adrift in a leaky boat by her wicked brothers by way of assassination. They may or may not have known that she was pregnant.

The murderous plot failed, anyhow, when the boat ran out of sea. The princess gave birth to twins, and died. A passing stranger - the ghost, back in the living days - found the twins. He buried the mother as best he could, and captured a lioness to feed the babies. They thrived, says the ghost, although the lion cubs probably died.

However: the sort-of-family was attacked by robbers! The girl twin was kidnapped!

The ghost - when he was alive - was heartbroken, and swore to do everything he could to protect the boy twin. But, alas, he foresaw that the boy would convert to Christianity and die...

Wait, says Rogero, you're the ghost of Atlantes?

Yeah, says the ghost of Atlantes, I died offscreen after you escaped my knight-trapping dome.

Bugger, says Rogero.

Anyway, says the ghost of Atlantes, before I died I prophesied that you and Marphisa would try and kill each other at my tomb so I petitioned the gods of the underworld...

Wait, says Marphisa, I'm the girl twin?

Yeah, says the Ghost of Atlantes.

Wow, she says, I thought I was just an orphan who had been bought from robbers by an Indian king and raised as his own - hey, wait!

Marphisa asks Rogero to explain their lineage, which Rogero had learned from Atlantes. Rogero explains the descent from Hector of Troy down to Rogero the elder, who fell in love with the warrior-princess Galaciella, daughter of Agolant, King of Africa. She snuck away, converted, and married Rogero pere; this was what made them so murderously angry. Galaciella was set adrift as previously described. The elder Rogero was betrayed by his brother and murdered by the same two Saracens.

Marphisa does some calculations, and realises that this would be Agramant's uncle and father that they're talking about.

She says to Rogero: so you knew all this?

Sure, he says.

And yet, she says, for some reason that I can only assume is cowardice, you never killed Agramant in bloody revenge for wrongs done to our parents, because you're a wuss.

It's complicated, says Rogero, because Agramant is the one who knighted me and murdering one's lord is frowned upon in chivalric circles.

It's not fucking complicated at all, says Marphisa, I'll fucking do it.

Marphisa makes a plan: convert to Christianity like her parents; murder Agramant.

Bradamante likes this plan a lot, and suggests that they both join up with Charlemagne, because honestly that will make her conversation with her parents about her betrothal so much simpler.

Bradamante is pretty happy with this turn of events, actually, because it means there's no real reason to kill either Rogero or Marphisa.

Rogero asks if he can go and hand in his notice to Agramant first.

Fuck's sake, say Marphisa and Bradamante.

Marphisa's law
The three knights are interrupted by screaming. They investigate. What they find is pretty shocking: three women, stripped naked and beaten.

One of them is Ulania, the Queen of the Lost Isle.

Ulania explains that they were set upon in a nearby village. She does not know what has happened to her golden shield, nor her three kings. She intends to find Charlemagne and demand justice.

Justice is here, says Bradamante.

The three knights fashion tunics out of their armour's lining, and carry the women on their horses. They come to a rough settlement that appears to consist entirely of women of all ages.

The women are exiles, they explain. In the town they come from, women have been outlawed. Every one of them was driven out violently, and they have been unable to return for two years. If any of their male family members try to help them, they're arrested and tortured.

Holy fucking shit, says Rogero.

The villain is the Knight Marganor, who has issues with women.

Marganor has always been an arsehole, but he used to have two sons reknowned for their courtesy and niceness. Because of these two, the kingdom was actually a pretty good place. But the first son, Cylander, fell in love with the wife of a visiting Greek knight, and was killed in the resulting joust. The second son, Tanacro, had a similar but more complicated fate: he fell in love with Drusilla, the wife of a visiting noble. There was murder, betrayal, serious head injuries, forced marriage, subterfuge and poison, and Tanacro ended up murdered by Drusilla. At this point, Marganor lost his shit: he drew his sword, killed Drusilla, and continued to murder any woman he saw.

Thus: women are outlawed, and any who approach the town are stripped and beaten.

Bradamante and Marphisa are, at this point, incandescent.

The two ride into town - followed by Rogero - and interupt an execution: the old woman who provided the poison to Drusilla. They learn that Marganor has captured Drusilla's maid, and intends to torture her to death. They grab the old woman and ride up to the castle.

The knights make short work of Marganor's men-at-arms, and Marphisa takes the villain captive. She strips him and gives him to Drusilla's maid to look after. The maid looks after him appropriately.

Rescue count: Marphisa and Bradamante, +1 each.

Bradamante loudly recommends putting all of the townsfolk to the sword; Marphisa argues in favour of putting the town to the torch instead. Unless they're willing to make repeal Marganor's woman-murdering statutes, that is.

It turns out Marphisa is scarier than Marganor.

Now, hear this, she says:
"This is Marphisa's law. All the women you exiled are welcome in this town. Every right a man has, a woman  has too. And the women will be running the place, you hear me? I'll be back in a year, and if my law is not in effect, I'm putting the whole place to the torch. Sound fair, Bradamante?"
"That sounds so fucking fair, Marphisa."
The townsfolk are very keen to demonstrate their commitment to this law, preferably by murdering Marganor. The old woman starts by torturing him with a goad.

The three knights drag Marganor before Ulania, who sentences him to imprisonment in the tower. The queen is able to recover her treasures from the castle, and finds her three kings imprisoned in the dungeon. The evil law is struck down, and replaced with Marphisa's; Marganor's armour is hung before it.

Ulania remains as queen of the castle, and before long she secretly forces Morganor out of the highest window.

Just to be sure.

Next: Let's settle this.

Rescue tally: 

Melissa: 12
Bradamante: 7
Angelica: 7
Astolpho: 6
Orlando: 3
Marphisa: 3
Rogero: 2
Rinaldo: 2