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Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Gnoman posted:

Dyes and colors were a big thing in Ye Olden Times, because dying was expensive. I just find the focus on this one interesting because (as far as I can tell) it was one of the cheaper ones.

Yes, but is it tights?
(Sorry, I mean "hose.")

Ah, I love this book. Still one of my favorites after...nearly a quarter-century. drat, I'm old.

I love his prose; nice and flowing, but not too flowery. Could never get into reading Shakespeare. After I read this, I always find myself talking (or at least thinking) in this style. (Verily.)

And the food. Pyle can make anything seem delicious.

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Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
Woke up with this in my head:

We're men
We're men in hose
We roam around the forest shooting our bows

We're men
We're men in hose
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, who knows

We may look like sissies,
But watch what you say, or else we'll rip off your nose

We're men
We're men in hose
Always on guard, defending the rights of shmoes

Apologies to...whoever.

Back on topic: I like the setting, too. We're vaguely aware of inequalities and injustices done in the background, but in this part of Merrie England (or rather, Fancy England), the sun is shining and great adventures are at hand.

Mark Twain posted:

The boys dressed themselves, hid their accoutrements, and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss. They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever.

I didn't realize that Tom Sawyer and his friends were quoting a contemporary book in their play.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Dareon posted:

The evolution of language is a pet subject of mine, and reading through this it's interesting to note things like "an" and "gin" which have all fallen under the umbrella of "if" these days. "Lusty" and "humming" are also adjectives that no longer apply to the subjects they're attached to. Well, lusty can be attached to a man, but not in the sense that is meant here, and I honestly have no idea what is meant by humming ale.

I always thought that it was an ale that made your head hum; a reference to the glow of mild inebriation.

Reading up on medieval brewing, I found out something else interesting. Ales (from barley) were made regularly and had to be served within a few days, or they'd go bad; beer (barley with hops) lasted longer.
"In 1333--34, the household of Elizabeth de Burgh, Lady of Clare, brewed about 8 quarters of barley and dredge each week, each quarter yielding about 60 gallons of ale. Brewing varied by the season of the year, with vast amounts produced in December (when more than 3,500 gallons were brewed) and quite restricted production in February (only 810 gallons). The members of the Clare household drank strong ale throughout the year, imbibing with particular gusto during the celebrations of Christmas and the New Year. "

I wish "lustily" was still used in that context; the closest you get is a "lust for life."

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Hieronymous Alloy posted:


Come to think of it, in the original ballads, Robin and the other Merry Men rarely if ever sing ballads themselves (maybe that will change when we get to Robin Hood and Allan-a-Dale, we'll see I guess). I'd always assumed that was something Pyle was drawing from the ballad sources, but I guess it isn't. Having all the characters constantly stop the action to sing ballads is a weird narrative choice; the only other author I can think of who does it with Pyle's frequency is Tolkien, and Tolkien is the right age to have read a lot of Pyle as a child.

I think it adds to the setting; noblebright Merrie England, where humming ale, good cheese, and fresh baked bread are always available, the lasses are fair, the men are stout, everyone has a tune on their lips to sing for each other, and a good fair fight leads to lifelong friendship.

Brian Jacques totally read Pyle too.

Also, "Now stand thou back thine own self," is a GREAT line, and I will find a way to use it in some RPG.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
What exactly does Little John do in the Sheriff's service? Since the historical Sheriff was an extortionate jerk, I'd think any principled man would avoid working for him; let alone one who's supposed to be on the other side. And what was Robin's response? Did Little John run into some of his old colleagues at the blue Boar and they go "Man, WTF?"

Also, why did the Sheriff follow Robin Hood into Sherwood Forest alone, carrying a lot of money? Even if he was greedy enough to go into his enemies' territory, I'd think he'd have brought an escort. (Not that it would have done him much good.)

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Hieronymous Alloy posted:


So Pyle is adding significantly to Little John's character to make this all more believable and answer the obvious questions. LJ signs up as a prank, bro, but as pranks often do, it turns real, in part because it's winter and living the sweet life as the Sheriff's right hand man is a pretty good gig.
Granted, living under a roof instead of in the forest would be pretty sweet. (Even in the land of Fancy, camping out in the winter sucks.) And he got out before he had to do any part of the protection racket. Although a ballad where the Sheriff sends his brawny "right hand man" into Sherwood with orders to take Robin Hood dead or alive would be great.

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The Steward is a wimpy little bureaucrat who keeps good men from their breakfast -- the worst sin.
But Little John is Chaotic Good: not for him, the rules that bar a lusty yoeman from his feeding.
"Never keep a good breakfast from a hungry man again." Another good line from Little John. I have used that one, albeit notwith violence.

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Sack, Malmsey, and Canary were wines from the Canary Islands; they don't start being imported to Europe until the 1500's or so from what I can tell. "Sack" specifically is fortified wine, like modern sherry -- think Amontillado, or Courvoisier.
If you can afford to be drinking (anachronistically imported) wine every day, you're pretty drat rich.

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"Capons" are castrated male chickens specifically fattened for eating:
As opposed to suffocating all the male chicks. Guess the economics don't work out for large-scale production.

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The venison "pasty" is a meat pie. Americans don't really eat meat pies any more, except for the Chicken Pot Pie, but here's a recipe for a venison pasty (that's "paaah-sty" with a long a).
They do in the U.P. I miss those... Can't stand most microwavable chicken pot pies.
My mother makes awesome chicken pasties/turnovers/pies, although her crust is more biscuit than pastry. I should make those.

For someone who claims to hate Robin Hood, the Sheriff keeps going into Sherwood Forest alone quite often.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

anilEhilated posted:

Well, he likes hunting and hawking. Also, he's not exactly smart which really isn't a surprise for a character that exists just so he can be pranked by the Merry Men.

Dumas (as well as most film adapations, methinks) turns him (along with the Bishop of Hereford) into a scheming villain, but from what I've read of Pyle so far, the Sheriff seems more of a bumbling bureaucrat. He's even introduced asking the King to help him do his King-given job.

I wonder if that's why the Errol Flynn movie shoves the Sheriff into the background and gives all the (competent) sneering evil to Basil Rathbone's Guy of Gisbourne.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest
Scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head

Was Will Gamwell/Scarlett walking along wearing fine clothing, or was he dressed like this all the time?

Robin is wearing Lincoln green, there.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
Well, I know what I'm having for lunch.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Hieronymous Alloy posted:

Robin defending London from Turkish giants

This I must know more about.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
It is sort of odd that he was peacefully eating lunch, while armed an armored. Then again, this setting has established there are a number of thieves who love to pick on clergymen...

I wonder if a more "historical" Robin Hood would make him a Knight Templar (or other martial order), since the Crusades come up. And a reason for why he's alone (hardly living the eremitic life, though).

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
Ah, my favorite arc.

quote:

SO PASSED the gentle springtime away in budding beauty; its silver showers and sunshine, its green meadows and its flowers. So, likewise, passed the summer with its yellow sunlight, its quivering heat and deep, bosky foliage, its long twilights and its mellow nights, through which the frogs croaked and fairy folk were said to be out on the hillsides. All this had passed and the time of fall had come, bringing with it its own pleasures and joyousness; for now, when the harvest was gathered home, merry bands of gleaners roamed the country about, singing along the roads in the daytime, and sleeping beneath the hedgerows and the hay-ricks at night. Now the hips burned red in the tangled thickets and the hews waxed black in the hedgerows, the stubble lay all crisp and naked to the sky, and the green leaves were fast turning russet and brown. Also, at this merry season, good things of the year are gathered in in great store. Brown ale lies ripening in the cellar, hams and bacon hang in the smoke-shed, and crabs are stowed away in the straw for roasting in the wintertime, when the north wind piles the snow in drifts around the gables and the fire crackles warm upon the hearth.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

One of my favorite passages from any book. Thought about getting it done in calligraphy for wall hanging, but they charge by the line and it's a bit long.

quote:

For in truth hope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.

Another great line.

Was their reference (here and elsewhere) to "fat priests" a common attitude at the time? Since the Church was on its way (or arriving) at being the largest landowner in England by this time, and monks had strayed somewhat from their eremitic roots.

The Little John joke does seem familiar, but I have no idea where else I've seen it, or what type of joke it is.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
I know there were bans on crossbows (at least in warfare; don't know if people carried them around normally), but were there any restrictions of longbows?

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
I've read the whole book multiple times, but I've been going through and re-reading parts.

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

quote:

Nought was left but a little pool of gravy in the center of the platter, not large enow to keep the life in a starving mouse.
Another line I love.

This whole arc, with the Queen, the archery match, and the escape, always seemed out of place to me. Maybe it's because the tone is different?

Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth

Hieronymous Alloy posted:

Oh, oh, oh, I’ve been there. You go back, and you’re there, but no one else is there, and it’s not the same, and neither are you any more, and you can’t ever go back again, not really.

There should be a German word for that;going back to a once-familiar place and wondering if it's changed or you have. Fortunately, good books are still enjoyable regardless of the time passed. This was always one of my favorite books, and I appreciate it even more now.

I wish all BotM discussions were this interesting. Thank you for your work; should we meet, I owe you a good stout ale.

Grenrow posted:


EDIT: Some other comments, upon reflection. I love that the ending fight, which would be the climax and probably ending of a more modern story is conveyed in a more medieval style, where the description of a major battle can sometimes be just a sentence or two. The long-running antagonist, who we've gotten to know so well, is instantly killed with no further reflections from any other character.

As much as I like the grand throwdown at the end of the Errol Flynn movie (or the one in Ivanhoe), this is much more in tone with the rest of the book. Especially for a Quaker.

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I wonder whether any of those men were at Crecy or Poitiers with the Black Prince, and whether, upon coming back to England, they found that "where once was the bustle of many busy fellows was now the quietness of solitude" ?

"Killing was our business, and business is...slow." Another way the war comes home.

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Cobalt-60
Oct 11, 2016

by Azathoth
For dinner: Fresh chicken pasties and a good humming ale.


Here's to your healths, and may all stout-hearted men and women be of good cheer, wherever you be.

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