Dear Knights of the Pain Table and All Dear Friends of this Humble Kingdom,
As time’s hand doth prepare to turn the page of December, my pen doth dwell a moment to reflect on time’s past. First glad tidings to all and deep gratitude for gracing this Kingdom of Spirit, called Camelot.
This yeere past, I have been absent in my writing, and for that I ask forgiveness. Mine body and heart are weary many a day, from the constant war under skyes of grey. Paine devours time. A yeere rides by and waves farewell with a hand of antiquitie.
Although my pen could not write, mine eyes didst see each word written upon these parchment pages from precious Painefull Warriors, Friends, Lords, Ladies, Villeins, Villagers, Children, Creatures, Travelers and Pilgrims. Your wordes I do honour the most. Your wordes are like heavenly touches to me and your brightness doth grace my day. I apologize for not yet replying to all your thoughts, but take heede I will be replying to those I have missed very soon.
From this time hence, this Scribe will, with God’s grace, scribe more written ambassages, since her duty to King Arthur and the Knights of the Pain Table is great.
Even, as when first I hallowed this deare Kingdom, I knew I would be humbled by the grace of many great Warriors of Paine. King Arthur didst understand that being a Knight was more than a pilgrimage; it was a spiritual and emotional way of life.
Constant battles with the Dark Knyght will bring one to their knees begging for no more. Arrows pierce your armour with true sorrow and you fall again deeper in this darke world, as your herte and soul doth break. Lost and feeling forsaken, you search wherein for a mightier waie. All the olde ways must be forgot, for you are no longer on a mortal plaine. To truly fighte for victory, one must ride above thy sight and follow within, that gracious light. Inside your broken herte and within your soul lies the compass to find the Knight within.
And by your side is your loyal and beloved King, King Arthur, and the Knights of the Pain Table, on their destriers strong. Thou shalt finde you will never ride alone. Even in the silence and darkness, we will be there.
Let us now toast to times of hope, as the hour turns, and to our great King Arthur Pendragon and the Fellowship of The Knights of the Pain Table. And most of all let us toast those fellow Warriors whose quest this yeere touched heaven’s ayre. We preye their hertes are at peace and paine no more. They now ride with us in Camelot and with the Angels across the champaign.
I take leave now, as the trumpets sound in the Great Hall in Camelot. At the high table, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, wilcume all to this humble Kingdom, whilst the feast begins.
Each night we light a candle of white, with prayers divine for each deare Knight of the Pain Table and to all those hertes this Kingdom has endeared. You are always in constant minde in Camelot.
Thou art loved.
Thou art my all,
Scribe and Knight of the Pain Table
“As King and Knights we shal together thrive forever.”
~ King Arthur
Let us bring in the New Year as we did last year with amazing Andre Rieu playing a Stauss medley. In Camelot we loveth when everyone, from Knights to horses and Kings to small children take each other’s hands and waltz. When you dance in your herte, you are dancing toward heaven. You might even waltz with Johann Strauss since anything is possible in Camelot!
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
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