"His thigh," Bossuet supplies sagely, on the off chance that Feuilly had somehow missed the general area of the injury. "--And he did have a castle, true, but there seemed to be quite a few castles to go around. Like the one with the maidens."
Ah, the castle with the maidens.
"But yes, right, we weren't really able to do very much else, what with the castle sort of disappearing in the morning. Or the middle of the night. At any rate, it was gone when we woke up. All the people too, and their lance and grail and all of that. --Oh, you would have liked that, Feuilly, charming local custom: before every course of the meal, they had a little procession, carrying around a lance and a candle-holder and a sort of a thing they said was a grail. Of course you couldn't quite pin anyone down--I asked my neighbors at the table, you know--and it was either all incredibly Christian or shockingly pagan, or both at once. At any rate, it was what a travel writer might call quaint, you know?"
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Date: 2016-03-19 12:20 pm (UTC)Ah, the castle with the maidens.
"But yes, right, we weren't really able to do very much else, what with the castle sort of disappearing in the morning. Or the middle of the night. At any rate, it was gone when we woke up. All the people too, and their lance and grail and all of that. --Oh, you would have liked that, Feuilly, charming local custom: before every course of the meal, they had a little procession, carrying around a lance and a candle-holder and a sort of a thing they said was a grail. Of course you couldn't quite pin anyone down--I asked my neighbors at the table, you know--and it was either all incredibly Christian or shockingly pagan, or both at once. At any rate, it was what a travel writer might call quaint, you know?"