The bleak and empty sea: the Tristram and Isolde story
β Scribed by Jay Ruud
- Publisher
- Encircle Publications
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 159 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
When word comes to Camelot that Sir Tristram has died in Brittany of wounds suffered in a skirmish, and that his longtime mistress, La Belle Isolde, Queen of Cornwall, has subsequently died herself of a broken heart, Queen Guinevere and her trusted lady Rosemounde immediately suspect that there is more to the story of the loversβ deaths than they are being told. It is up to Merlin and his faithful assistant, Gildas of Cornwall, to find the truth behind the myths and half-truths surrounding these untimely deaths. They take ship to Brittany to investigate, and find themselves stymied by the uncooperative attitudes of Tristramβs close friend Kaherdin, lord of the city; his sister and Tristramβs wife Isolde of the White Hands; and Brangwen, La Belle Isoldeβs faithful lady-in-waiting.
The case is complicated by the facts that King Mark of Cornwall is Gildasβs own liege lord, and that Duke Hoel, Lord of Brittany, is King Arthurβs close ally and father of the lady Rosemounde, who urges Gildas to clear the name of her half-sister, Isolde of the White hands, whom gossip has implicated in Tristramβs untimely death. By the time they are finally able to uncover the truth, Gildas and Merlin have lost one companion and are in danger of losing their own lives.
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