THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE

(Quoted from the book:) It’s a shame that there are no volumes from this literary cycle in the blue library because, as the fairy tale enthusiast that you are, the Story of the Grail and its numerous sequels would have certainly delighted you… Since I’m not sure if you are familiarised with the myth, I will quickly set the scene: The Holy Grail appears for the first time as a literary subject in the context of medieval chivalric novels, and it does so in the hand of a legendary sixth century Breton king. According to the legend, King Arthur summoned the bravest errant knights to his Camelot court, and he gathered them around a round table (like this one from where I’m writing to you), thus the chivalric Order they founded came to be known as the “Round Table”. Said Order, like every self-respecting chivalric Order, was devoted to protecting the weak from the powerful. However, with time, the Knights of the Round Table began feeling that such noble mission had become too small for them, and so they decided to aim higher: earthly chivalry drifted towards the spiritual one. This was triggered by rumours that had been going around the court, rumours about an enigmatic object: the Holy Grail.

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