“No, No, this cannot be,” pleaded Guinevere. But have faith! I tell you, you are mistaken, for I shall rescue them from the land of the Elves.” You think that you shall never see them again. I see how you grieve every day for my sister, and my two older brothers. A year passed and the last and youngest of the family, Rowland, came to his mother and said:
#WIZARD WHO RETIRED TO A MINIATURE GARDEN STORY CODE#
He was, after all, a son of Arthur, and the Knight’s code was deep inside him.Īnd so the second son disappeared and did not return. Guinevere cried and begged him not to go, pleading, “I must not lose a third child.” But all in vain. For a whole year he was absent, and still they received no news of him.Īnd then the day came when the second eldest son mounted his steed and swore that he would bring back his lost siblings. He departed over the hill, and did not return. “No! no!” pleaded Guinevere, “I cannot lose another child.”īut what son of Arthur could leave his sister at the mercy of the Elves? Young though he was, he mounted his steed and set off on a quest to rescue Ellen. I shall travel to the Land of the Elves and rescue my sister.” “It’s no use calling on those names of old. Where is Sir Lancelot? Where is Sir Gawain? What has become of Sir Eric? They are all gone. “Only the bravest knight in all of England can save her. “Oh my Ellen has been taken by the King of the Elves,” she declared. When the three boys told their mother how their sister had disappeared, she was distraught: The Castle of Camelot lay in ruins and she now lived with her children in a townhouse, in the northern city of Carlisle. His famed Knights of the Round table had disbursed. By this time, her husband, King Arthur, was buried on the island of Avalon. The mother of these four children was none other than Queen Guinevere. He found her footprints, leading into the graveyard, but they stopped in mid track - as if she had vanished into thin air. They looked at each other and shrugged.Įventually, Rowland went to look for Ellen. The three boys waited for their sister to return from behind the church.
In superstitious times it was considered bad luck to go “widdershins” because the sun travels in the opposite direction.
No, instead, she circled the church on her left. But she was not careful to go around the Church keeping it on her right hand side. His two elder brothers looked at him as he lay on the ground, and chorused together: “Rowland!!!!!” Meanwhile, their sister, Ellen, skipped off to fetch the ball from behind the church. But as he was about to kick it, he slipped in the mud, and instead of driving the ball towards the goal, he sent it up into the air and it soared over the nave of the church, and landed in the graveyard behind it. He scooped it up off the ground with his foot, and bounced it up and down on his knees, until finally he let it drop. The youngest, whose name was Rowland, was the most skilled with the ball.
Many centuries ago, in the time of knights and dragons, three brothers and their sister were playing football on a green in front of a church. This story is quite dark and mysterious and it features a very old English game, which we call Football, and in America, known as Soccer. Kindly Sponsored by Storybird.ai - Custom Audio Stories for Kids. This is Jana and I’m back with another English fairytale.ĭedicated to Juliet and Willa who support Storynory on Patreon.
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