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Thanksgiving Drabble Shipment #1: Antiquities [Nov. 27th, 2008|11:46 pm]
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Not Much to Ask


When winter term broke in celebration of Our Lord's birth, there was out of Wittenberg, invariably, some considerable mass exodus. Hamlet had tired of the yearly summons home long ago, but this year he was, by hook or by crook, determined to make his sojourn in icy grey Elsinore bearable.

It was, he hoped, not too much to ask of one from such simple means as Horatio.

"Go with you, sir? Where?"

"Home, of course. Where else would my father hold such court as befits the season?"

In years to come, in moments of despair, Hamlet was certain he'd need only think of the dawning joy in his dear friend's disbelieving eyes. It was as if he, too, had been dreading the absence to come.

"If it would not overmuch trouble His Majesty - "

"I assure you, it is no trouble to me."

Nor would it ever be, he knew: not here at the first, and never, no, never at the last.



Gone Away


Aude had written them letters. Dozens. One corner of her hard-won writing table was full of them, a neat tumble of parchment scrolls sealed with green wax. Her father said that he could not direct them, not where Charles-le-roi had taken his army. No courier dared to brave those passes. They held perils dark and unnameable.

And so she sat in her chamber and wrote missive after epistle, one intended for two. The marriage contract, she suspected, was collecting as much dust as her scribbling. And all for what? Truth be told, she'd fear the children got of such a brute.

No fool am I, thought Aude, trimming down her quill. I know my brother's heart.
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[User Picture]From: ineptshieldmaid
2008-11-28 12:36 am (UTC)

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ooooh. Poor Aude. But very well done :)
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2008-11-29 04:16 pm (UTC)

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She doesn't have much autonomy in the mythology at all. It's hard to construct her, really!

Thank you.
[User Picture]From: ineptshieldmaid
2008-11-30 08:30 am (UTC)

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She doesn't, does she... apparently some of the later ones give her a little bit more character, but I've never got around to reading them.

I'm fond of Bramimunde, myself.
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2008-11-30 11:28 am (UTC)

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I agree with you there: Bramimonde is definitely the most interesting woman in the poem.
[User Picture]From: sirdrakesheir
2008-11-28 04:03 am (UTC)

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That first one slays me a bit, actually, especially the idea that they can't quite go long periods of time without seeing each other. :O
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2008-11-29 04:17 pm (UTC)

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Their closeness has always stricken me.

Thank you <3
[User Picture]From: miss_morland
2008-11-28 02:22 pm (UTC)

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[insert fangirlish squeeing here]

I love the way you convey so much emotion in so few words - the marriage contract collecting dust, Aude being both anxious and secretly relieved... It's so great to see the POV of someone who is barely mentioned in the poem. Thanks so much for writing this for me! *loves it*

Also, the Hamlet/Horatio one was wonderful. I adore the idea of Hamlet bringing his friend home for Christmas.:-)

[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2008-11-29 04:18 pm (UTC)

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I wouldn't want to bear Roland's children, either! Can you imagine those terrible twos, especially what with the kind of behavior the boys would learn from daddy? NO THANKS.

But thank you very much :)
[User Picture]From: elaby
2008-11-29 05:28 pm (UTC)

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Awww, Hamlet. That's just adorable.

In years to come, in moments of despair, Hamlet was certain he'd need only think of the dawning joy in his dear friend's disbelieving eyes.

I can just see it :)
[User Picture]From: irisbleufic
2008-11-29 05:36 pm (UTC)

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I love that so many of you are Hamlet fans, too! <3