Arthur, King -- Homes and haunts -- England -- Cornwall (County); Cornwall (England : County) -- Antiquities, Celtic
Very cunningly and mystically has the poet told of Vivien’s guile as
she waved a wimple over the blossom’d thorn-tree and the sleeping
dotard, until within “a little plot of magic ground,” a “daisied
circle,” Merlin was made prisoner till the judgment day. Celtic
mythology, Renan tells us, is nothing more than a transparent
naturalism, the love of nature for herself, the vivid impression of
her magic, accompanied by the sorrowful feeling that man knows. When
face to face with her, he believes that he hears her commune with him
concerning his origin and destiny. “The legend of Merlin mirrors this
feeling,” he continues. “Seduced by a fairy of the woods, he flies with
her and becomes a savage. Arthur’s messengers come upon him as he is
singing by a fountain; he is led back again to court, but the charm
carries him away. He returns to his forests, and this time for ever.”
“La forêt de Brocelinde,” writes Emile Souvestre, in that fascinating
and half-pathetic work, _Les Derniers Bretons_, “se trouve située dans
le commune de Corcoret, arrondissement de Ploërmal. Elle est celebrée
dans les romans de la table ronde. C’est là que l’on rencontre _la
fontaine de Baranton, le Val sans retour, la tombe de Merlin_. On sait
que ce magicien se trouve encore dans cette forêt, où il est retenu par
les enchantements de Viviane à l’ombre d’un bois d’aubépine. Viviane
avait essayé sur Merlin le charme qu’elle avait appris de lui-même,
sans croire qu’il pût opérer; elle se desespéra quand elle vit qui
celui qu’elle adorait était à jamais perdu pour elle.” This statement
is not confirmed in the English romance, and is opposed wholly to
the sentiment of the story as conceived by Tennyson and other modern
writers. “On assure que Messire Gauvain (Gawain) et quelques chevaliers
de la table ronde cherchèrent partout Merlin, mais en vain. Gauvain
seul l’entendit dans la forêt de Brocelinde, mais ne put le voir.”
The district of Brocelinde, or Brécéliande, is rich in antiquities,
dolmens and menhirs being found together with other relics of early
times and the mysterious workers of the stone age. To add to the scenic
attractions of the locality there are ruined castles, the remains of
machicolated walls, ancient chateaux, and churches dating back many
centuries. It is fitting that here, therefore, romance should maintain
one of its strongholds and that traditions of the master-magician
should linger.
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