As a distraction from my writing, I thought I would do an occasional post like this. It adds a bit of something new to my blog. Doubtful one will ever find me in a book someday, though my love is none the less heartfelt. My apologies to those who would rather read mine. Not to worry, there is no shortage of love in my heart, just words.
Iseult is the “heroine of one of the most famous love-stories in literature, perhaps the first to portray a mutual passion that is a law unto itself, overriding all others and not condemned for that.”* Iseult’s lover is, of course, Tristan, who is sent to Ireland to bring her to King Mark to be married. Iseult’s maid accompanies Tristan and Iseult on the voyage back to Cornwall, and brings a magic potion of love for the bridal couple. Tristan and Iseult drink the potion by accident and are doomed to perpetual love. She marries King Mark, but cannot help but love Tristan. Mark never quite knows what is happening, while Iseult is cunning in getting her love. Tristan, in a state of exile, eventually marries Iseult of the White Hands because he is drawn to her name and her looks. He never consummates the marriage because of his fidelity to the original Iseult. Later when he is ill, he sends a messenger to bring his beloved Iseult to him to heal him, but she comes to late (either because of a storm, or because Iseult of the White Hands lies). The story is ultimately “furtive and tragic.”
* All quotes are from: Lacy and Ashe. The Arthurian Handbook. Garland Publishing: 1988.