The ancient oak ponders unfathomable tales; near the bank, the shallow water reflects the evening sky. A little further the small stones shine, enticing: come to us, stranger, we are worth more than gold… Soon the sun will sink, behind the hills. You observe, immobile, waiting. Your steed, warped in your Lord’s colours, is as still as you. Silent dwarves guard your precious luggage. This is your land, and the lake is where lived the mage, he who knew how to read your future.
Viviane, the Lady of the Lake, rules Avalon, the mysterious land of the Arthurian legend. She bewitches young Merlin, the magus, who has fallen in love with her, his teacher.
Her gift to the young King Arthur is his sword, Excalibur. She will raise Lancelot, the perfect knight, seeker of the Holy Grail, and for their fate, Queen Guinevere’s lover.
In the souls of celtic people (Welsh, Cornish, Breton) lingers the story of Joseph of Arimathea, who, according to the Gospel of Nicodemus, brought the blood of Christ our Saviour to Brittany.
In the legend Lancelot himself is named “Lancelot du Lac”, in memory of Viviane, his adoptive mother.
The Lancelot-Graal project