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Once upon a time, in the shire of am Mor Salann Fasach, there lived three shire officers. These officers--Ferelith, the Seneschale; Rhonwen, the herald, and Jerilyn, the Chronicler--lived in their own separate abodes, although their work for the shire did place them together a great deal at one or another of these places. So when Jerilyn's roommate moved out it was just natural that the thought should occur that they move together.
A Wonderful House was found, and the three did move in. But now they must name their abode, for how could three Anachronists live in an unnamed place? They thought and thought, coming up with tackier and tackier ideas. But nothing seemed Just Right--until they applied to Robert de Spencer for help. Robert de Spencer thought but a moment, and then from his lips sprang the words "Hastle Castle!" A chorus of moans rose from those assembled--but the three ladies, knowing this for the Ultimate Tacky, accepted it immediately. Thus from that day forward has the abode of these three ladies been known as Hastle Castle (though--sigh--they did move from that first house). Strange rumors and legends have arisen about the Castle and its inhabitants, most of which are denied by the ladies. And let those who would spread vile rumors beware! For Lord Gallowglass is now a member of the household (although his residence is elsewhere) and soon a doughty and wondrous Defender will be available to Protect the Name of the Castle and make sure that the ladies Live Happily Ever After. (You may take that as you will. . .)
Once upon a time three Ladies named Ferelith, Rhonwen and Jerilyn were walking through the woods contemplating the glories the Earth Mother had lavished. After hearing weird bird chirps, they followed the sounds to see a sparrow struggling to fly off the finger of a girl dressed all in white who was singing to the bird. When they asked the girl who she was she held up a glass apple, looked at her white dress and the runes on her apron. "I am Snow White. I am pure and clean and wholesome, and the Dwarves say so," she warbled. The three ladies of Hastle Castle said, "There, there, dear--you can call yourself Snow White if you want, and until we find out who you really are, you can come stay with us because you look a lot like Ælflæd of Duckford. But whether you are Snow White or Ælflæd, we would love to have you in our pure and clean and wholesome household." Snow White's face lit up with a simpleminded smile of joy. "I would love to be there! But lo, you have marked on your clothing, 'Chocolate,' 'Strawberry,' and 'Vanilla.' What would I be?" "You're obviously some kind of nut. What kind would you like to be?" Snow White finally let the struggling bird go, smiled again and said, "I like green . . . I'll be Pistachio!" And so the three Ladies of Hastle Castle took the new member of the household home with them. So now, boys and girls, when you come to Hastle Castle, if you're not in the mood for Strawberry, Chocolate, or French Vanilla, you can ask for Lady Ælflæd (otherwise known as Snow White)--Hastle Castle's Pistachio nut. (From The Questing Quill, August A.S. XIII) | |
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Meistres Rhonwen welcomes others who were there in the early days adding their reminiscences--after over 25 years, her memory is a bit faulty, and much information has disappeared in the fog. E-mail her at [email protected]. | ||