The Morte D’Arthur

This here is the tragic tale of the death of the noblest of kings; King Arthur. This here is a tale death and betrayal. This is a tale of kingdom torn apart by sin! If only these noble knights had followed the good word of our lord, then this terrible tragedy could have been avoided. But alas! Men sin, it is in their nature. The Kingdoms of men are fragile and precarious – only the kingdom of God is eternal! Take heed of these warnings lest the same tragic fate that happened to the Kingdom of King Arthur happen to you.

Oh how the mighty and noble have fallen! Sir Lancelot has succumbed to the temptation of the flesh, and in doing so betrayed his King. Like the dull-minded hungry larks to fowler’s chaff, Sir Lancelot all but flew to his Queen’s bedchambers. What he did to her body, I cannot say, as I am in no position to tell of such things! But, be sure, it is truly a mystery that she did not bare many of his children!

Alas, the other knights at the round table are no stranger to sin. Sir Mordred, full of envy and wrath did try to usurp the throne from his king. His covetousness knew no bounds and lead to his death. These sinful knights brought tragedy to their kingdom! Heed my warnings, for if you succumb the temptations of this life, you very well might find yourself quickly heading to the next! Like the larks  found out in the fowlers sack, death, sin, and violence come hand in hand. If only the wise King Arthur had made room at his round table for a preacher well versed in the words of our lord, he could have avoided this terrible tragedy!

The Lion and the Mouse

The tale of the mighty lion and the humble mice is one that examines the relation between the ruler and the ruled. It is a tale of mans dominion of the beasts, as was ordained by our creator! It is a tale of man and his net, and the unusual acquaintance of mighty lion and the little mouse. It is a tale about the relationship between the sovereign and the subject. The mice, who are but ignorant common folk, dance upon the lion and mock him in his sleep. When this mighty lion awakes, he has the chance to spare or eat the most unfortunate of the mice. Fortunately for this unfortunate mouse the mighty lion is merciful and spares her life!  When the lion is trapper later on in man’s nets, the mice come to help, paying their debts.

It is this, says Esop, that the ruler and ruled owe to each other. And who I must ask, is the ruler of all? He is our creator, after all! Take heed of this tale and you shall see, the true nature of His divinity! You see his just, and merciful too. And we men are the mice, who now not what to do. They dance and prance to and fro and they think the lord cant see them go. They go to sin! Like the larks to the fowler’s chaff! It is with this knowledge the lord will grab up men like mice, to remind them to walk the path of the righteous! In all the close calls  of death in life, it s our lord, trying to set us right. You see, the lion, our lord, is fighting the fiendish fallen angel for all our salvation. And like the lion he needs the help of the common man or mouse.

Each soul on the righteous path is like a little mouse knowing on that hemp rope! Now, of course, the lord, unlike this lion, or any king of men, could win this fight with the fallen fiend without a second thought. But it is the test of mens souls that our lord has sought!

So do good, kings and commoners, follow his lead. Do away with sin, to help our lord win!

The Tale of the Cock and the Jasp

This here is the tale of the cock and the jasper; it is the tale of a surprisingly wise bird, one who knows, better than most, what value really is. It is the story of a humble rooster who, at the moment of the story, was in the search of corn to eat. Rather unexpectedly, through no skill or fault of his own, he stumbles upon the most precious of stones – the jasp! What he does next is of particular note. Nothing! You see, a cock has no use for such a thing. He cannot eat it. Nor can he sell it. Sure, he could carry it here and there in his talons or under his wing, but what is he to do when the fowler or the fox comes? If it is under his wing, than he cannot fly to safety. If it is in his claw he cannot run quickly to the bushes. If he drops it – then what a precious gift he will leave for the fowler!

What the cock wants is corn. He has not the time in his busy life for precious stone that men will kill each other for. He just does what our good lord created him to do. Now Esop and Robert Henryson, both being men, both who see value in the valueless, quite naturally disagree! But the wiser of God’s creatures know that this life is short, it is the next one where we appreciate such fanciful things! It seems to me this; let us say the cock was beholden to this little gem. He adored it! Tucked it safely under his wing, hiding it from the fowler as he flew and the fox as he fled to the bushes. Lets say he was so enamored with it, fully aware of what Esop and Henryson would call it’s real value, that he did whatever it took to protect if from harm! He hid from any potential thieves, even if meant spending less time in search of corn. After all, corn is less valuable!

Then, when winter comes, the hungry cock with the precious stone is getting desperate for food. He spies some chaff in a field! But quick, he sees the larks flying do get it. And now the fiendish fowler had bag full of larks, a thin, but nonetheless perfectly edible cock, and precious jasp, that he can sell for corn! A wise bird knows where in God’s creation he belongs. A wise bird has no business with precious stones! And wise men know that this life is short and to throw away something so precious for a stone is foolish!