The Wisdom of Sir Harald

Name: The Wisdom of Sir Harald
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Author: Phyllis Ann Karr
ISBN: 9781005559809

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Phyllis Ann Karr

C. C. Chamberlane
Paru le : 21/03/2022

A buxom lady and her handmaid arrive in Arthur's court at Carlisle seeking relief from Jaheli, a religious zealot who is making life miserable in her... > Lire la suite

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A buxom lady and her handmaid arrive in Arthur's court at Carlisle seeking relief from Jaheli, a religious zealot who is making life miserable in her "Wasted Land" between the Walls, by claiming to host and worship there the Holy Grail. The party of knights and squires sent back with her include Sir Kay's son, Sir Gronosis the Well-Versed in how to tell good from evil, and Sir Harald de Folgeste, once a villainous knight, reformed by the saintly gamine Joiselette, who later went her own mysterious way.
Along the way, the party encounters mysterious wonders, shedding some of its members and picking up others. Arrived in the mystic Land Between the Walls, they stop Jaheli from recreate Elijah's Biblical massacre of Pagan priests, and Sir Harald finds Joiselette again, now under the name Maid Portia. At the climax, she deliberately shatters the Grail, explaining that to worship it instead its contents and what it symbolizes, is idolatry.
The Wasted Land is set right; the knights and squires return to court wiser -- and happier -- men.

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Date de parution : 21/03/2022
Editeur : C. C. Chamberlane
ISBN : 978-1-005-55980-9
EAN : 9781005559809
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Biographie de Phyllis Ann Karr

Born 1944, death date not yet established. Lifelong fictioneer, primary publisher for the last few decades Wildside Press. Savoyard (fan only, non-singing), Droodophile, etc. Pictured with my beloved husband Clifton Alfred Hoyt, who among other things invented a means of measuring gas in tenths of a gallon when pumped into your car. He moved out of his body in 2005. (Note: that's ALFRED, not "Albert, " as some places seem to have it erroneously.
I once had a poor little website. It got eaten by some Japanese(?) concern peddling -- as nearly as I could make out -- cosmetics. As nearly as I could see, it had never profited me; and as of today, it seems as nearly as I can see to have vanished. Now I leave it all to Wikipedia (which may not always be reliable), Amazon, and Smashwords. Throughout my life (77 years and counting), every time I have tried to blow my own trumpet, somebody has thrown heavy lumps of discouragement into its bell.
Now I am like someone shipwrecked on a desert island with several cases of pop, reams of paper, and sharpened pencils, who, after drinking up each bottle, puts in a message and tosses it into the ocean. A few of these messages may eventually be picked up; and, since it will probably be too late for the writer, at least let the message itself give a little enjoyment to the finder.in February 2022 I was appalled to find that somehow -- who was responsible for the goof may never be known -- the dollar ninety-nine cents I thought I had listed for my "Polifonix Poems" message-in-bottle had got transmogrified to a hundred and ninety-nine dollars!! I don't think there is any newly published and/or currently available volume of verse anywhere in the world worth that kind of asking price, unless perhaps it were privately printed on thin sheets of beaten gold and bound in unicorn hide.
Apologies to anyone who may have glimpsed that absurd $199.00 and pictured me as endowed with an ego bigger than Mount Everest. Although leaving the price to the purchaser amounts to "free, " that's much better than risking such a ridiculously out-of-line price tag by mistake; and I am, after all, pretty well just tossing out messages in bottles.