...And What Happened After.
The Tale of the Great Ring, compiled by Bilbo Baggins from his own observations and the accounts of his friends. What we did in the War of the Ring as seen by the Little People."
I read Howard Pyle’s version of Robin some years ago and fell in love with it right away.I have read it a couple times since then and have always considered it to be a very well-written book and purposeful book.I was quite astonished, when, a few weeks ago, I heard that some people were afraid to read this book to their children as they feared it would teach them to murder and steal. I feel as though this is an injustice done to my beloved Robin Hood and, in case I have any readers with the same doubts concerning this outlaw, I have decided to give a little evalution of his character and tell briefly why I believe him to be a hero instead of a villian. (Please remember throughout this discussion that all references to Robin Hood and any other characters refer to Howard Pyle’s version of the book as I have not read many other versions and cannot vouch for them.)
The setting of Robin Hood is during Prince John’s reign over England in the 13th century.Many of the rulers and barons are very cruel to the people at this time and many of the people have run away from their masters after harsh treatment.The forest belongs to the king and no one is permitted to kill any of the deer in that wood although the escaped slaves are often compelled to break this law for fear that they should starve to death.However, once one has eaten of the king’s deer they are outlawed and, if ever caught, executed.A good many of the the monks and abbots are very rich and gluttonous and there is very little true devotion to God among them.They do not care about the starving people around them.
It is in this setting that Robin Hood, a young man of nineteen,kills a man in self-defense.He is instantly outlawed and must flee into the forest to save his life.While there, he lives on the forbidden kings’ deer and thus gets into even more trouble with the government. While he is sheltering in the forest, he meets other unfortunate people like himself who have been outlawed for minor offenses or run away from their harsh masters.Robin Hood forms a band of these outlaws and teaches them how to live in the wild.As his followers become more numerous, he is no longer able to feed them with the King’s deer and must find a better way to take care of them.It is then that he begins robbing the abbots and friars who travel through the forest.These churchmen are (for the most part) lazy and grow rich off of the money of the poor people.They steal their lands and find every excuse to outlaw them in order to take possession of their property.Robin and his band seldom kill any of these churchmen but they take their money and use it to survive on and to help poor people.They have a rule never to hurt any women and this is followed at all costs. Thus, Robin and his “merry men” live together in Sherwood forest and survive as outlaws.
Assuming that all of this is true, it seems to me that Robin Hood ought to be considered an admirable and courageous hero, rather than a rogue and villian.It seems to me that there is nothing wrong with being an outlaw if the law which you are “out” of is wrong.The laws of Robin Hood’s day that gave absolute freedom and wealth to the lazy rich, but made the poor work until they dropped were NOT just laws.If loving and serving Christ was illegal in our country, would we not stand up and be outlaws?
I don’t nessacarily think that Robin Hood was a perfect hero.He had his faults, just like all the rest of us and, clearly, we can’t emulate him in everything, but I think he was an admirable man who shouldn’t be classified with thieves and murderers.
I have decided to begin posting the chapters of the book I am writing. I will not post it on the front page so that only those who seriously want to read it may do so. I don't want to bore others. I will add chapters to it and it will be on my sidebar in a category by itself. Okay, so for all those interested in an epic tale of myth and bravery go to our sidebar and look for THE LAST WAR.
I promised to give a summary of the epic tale I am writing. So here it is:
In the midst of the powerful Arakun, evil Saruns, and other wonders and terrors, the battle of Good against Evil has begun. The wicked and powerful Renoja, Queen of Darkness, is battling Jaylon, heir to the throne of Larosohet, in what seems a war whose end is sadly visible.
The reason for this conflict is a stolen princess but both sides knew that the War would come sooner or later. Two powers cannot exist for long in one anothers company. Through desperate struggles, Jaylon tries to overcome despair, and deadly enemies, that are both physical and spiritual.Darkness and fire he has defied, but he does not know how long he can do so. Disaster and desolation are doing their best to defeat him, can he hold out?
In order to become victorious he must master his will, which is no easy task when all the powers of Quenland are fighting against him.
Legolas
(I have written about 100 pages and am halfway finished.I am thinking about posting the tale on this blog.I will let you know what I decide.)
Althea and Eneus ruled Calydon. At the birth of Meleager, son of Althea and later one of the Argonauts, she saw the three destinies weaving the fatal silk and was told that her child would die at the destruction of a brand burning upon the hearth. She immediately took it out, quenched the flames and put it away safely. Meleager grew to boyhood, and finally to manhood.
Eneus, sacrificing to the gods and goddesses, omitted Diana, who, on her part, indignant that her due honor was left unpaid, sent a wild boar to ravage the land. It trampled on fields and ruined crops and finally Eneus called upon the Argonaut heroes. So Jason and many others came to attack the boar and slay him. Among them were Meleager and Atalanta, the daughter of Iasius, king of Arcadia. A buckle of gold confined her vest, an ivory quiver shone on her left shoulder and in her right hand she held the bow. Feminine beauty and graces of martial youth mingled together in her complexion. Meleager saw and loved.
They strung nets and let loose their dogs making ready for the attack. They were getting near the lair of the boar and suddenly he awakened by the shouts of the attackers as he lay in a bed of reeds. Jason, uttering a prayer to Diana, threw his javelin. The favoring goddess allowed it to touch but not wound as the spearhead flew of in the flight. Theseus tossed his spear but it caught in the branches of a tree and fell, harmless. A dart from Jason missed its mark, instead, killing one of their dogs. Then suddenly, an arrow from Atalanta pierced the boar's hide and shed the first drop of blood. It was not a fatal wound and Anceus, excited to envy, by the praises given to a girl, defied the boar and the goddess who sent him alike and rushed forward, only to be struck down with a blow of his elephant like tusks. But then Meleager, after an unsuccessful strike gave the deathblow. The blood and fire left its eyes and it dropped to the ground never to move again.
Meleager took the boar and gave the head and hide, the most prized part in that day, to Atalanta. Unfortunately, in the hunt also were Meleagers mothers brothers, Plexippus and Toxeus, angry at so much praise given to a girl, seized the head and hide. Meleager saw and was filled with rage. In a moment he had plunged his sword into their cowardly hearts and returned the prize to its mistress.
Meleagers mother heard of the dreadful deed and vowed to revenge her brothers death. She took the brand that had been years ago so earnestly taken from the fire and ordered a great furnace to be prepared. This was done and she put up her hand to throw in the brand and end her sons life. But she withdrew her hand as the motherly feelings began to take over. Four times she almost threw in the brand but she could not bring herself to so ruthlessly kill her treasured son. Finally as she thought of how her brothers were gone at her sons expense, her anger overcame her forgiveness and the brand flew from her hand to the flames. At the same moment Meleager breathed his last words and fell dead burned by the immortal, unquenchable fire in him that had been lit by the precious brand. Althea hated herself the moment the key to her sons life left her and laid violent hands on herself. She and her daughters mourned so greatly that a pitying deity turned them to birds.
Some of our readers have asked if we are the INKLINGS. Yes, we are! The Skopeo Literary Society was formed approximately two years ago. We thought that it might interest our readers to hear a little bit more about the history and customs of our society.
This was how it began:
One day, in April (2004) we had taken a picnic outside and our mother was reading Little Women to us. When we came to the part in the book about the March girls literary society, we were very excited and interested. That night, as a family, we formed our own society. We decided to call it the Skopeo society because of the Greek word skopeo (meaning to look at, consider, inspect, or examine). J.RR Tolkien and C.S. Lewis were also part of a literary society called the Inklings. They would read aloud each others writings and critique one another.We do the same.We all chose a pen name and assumed a different identity. We elected a president for the society as well, to keep order and make final decisions. We use Roberts Rules Of Order in our meetings. No one is allowed to speak until the president gives them the floor and important decisions are voted on after the motion has been made. Our meetings begin and end with a gavel tap.All participants must wear a tie or hat.
We have had several activities in our society as well. Once we had a masquerade party and all of the members dressed up like someone from history. We have put on annual plays, held debates, etc It has been a very exciting learning experience for our family.We have these meetings twice a month on our Family Fun Night.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us..." GANDALF
The purpose of this blog is to record the ideas that are
most important to us. We are two sisters who choose to go by the names of
Frodo and Legolas. You will find poems and quotes,
narrations and pictures from our favorite sources that
have inspired us to use the time that has been given to
us to the best of our ability. We hope you will enjoy
the journey there and back again....
The Birth of Britain
The Brendan Voyage
Beautiful Girlhood
The Lay of the Land
Ivanhoe
Trial and Triumph
Age of Chivalry
Fearfully And Wonderfully Made
How to Read a Book
The Story of Painting
Life of Nicias by Plutarch
The Silmarillion
The Final Quest
A Taste of Chaucer
Joan of Arc by Twain
Idylls of the King
Much Ado about Nothing
A Wrinkle In Time
Life of the Spider
How the Heather Looks
Pursuit of God
Daughter of Time
In Freedom's Cause
Lilith
David Copperfield
Legolas is Reading...
The Silmarillion
Halliburton's Book of Marvels: The Occident
Age of Fable
Life of Nicias by Plutarch
The Story of the Greeks
Augustus Caesar's World
The Sea Around Us
Hittite Warrior
Animal Farm
Magician's Nephew (in Turkish)
Archimedes and the Door of Science
Swiss Family Robinson
What Katy Did
Unfinished Tales
Where the Red Fern Grows
Follow My Leader
Penrod
Story of the Romans
Along Came Galileo
Jack and Jill
Never Give In
Valley of Thorns (in Turkish)
Ben Hur
"The value of the myth is that it
takes all the things we know and
restores to them the rich
significance which has been hidden
by the veil of familiarity . . .
By putting bread, gold, horse, apple
or the very roads into a myth,
we do not retreat from reality:
we rediscover it. As long as the
story lingers in our mind,
the real things are more themselves.
[The Lord of the Rings]
applies the treatment not only
to bread or apple but to good and evil,
to our endless perils, our anguish
and our joys. By dipping them in myth
we see them more clearly. I do not
think [Tolkien] could have done it
in any other way.
- C.S. Lewis
The Music
INTO THE WEST by Yulia
The Movie
LORD OF THE RINGS The Return of the King
'When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again'