learned, from both life and politics, today there are so few secrets in this world.”
He paused for effect.
“So precious few.”
CHAPTER NINE
Malone was perplexed. “I’ve never considered Arthur a historical figure. I took him more as a creation of poets and novelists.”
Goulding explained that, until the 12th century, Arthur was known only in bardic tales and Welsh poems. But Geoffrey of Monmouth changed everything in 1136 when he translated the
History of the Kings of Britons
, a fanciful account, more fiction than reality, that elevated Arthur to a king. The story was immensely popular, and the Welsh seized on Geoffrey’s imagination. They’d never submitted to Saxons or Normans and saw in Arthur a way to keep a rebellious spirit simmering. Three hundred years later, when Sir Thomas Malory finally wrote his epic, Arthur was forever ingrained into the realm of myth.
“He was real,” Goulding said. “But not the chivalric character Malory envisioned. More likely a brutal, barbarous man who fought Saxons, not unlike a thousand other warrior leaders who arose during our Dark Ages. He was fortunate, though, that later poets saw something more in him. So they manufactured a legend.”
Malone knew about the
History of the Kings of Briton
, a famous and valuable rare edition. Books were his private passion. He collected them by the hundreds, his house back in Atlanta lined with shelves. His dream was to one day own a bookshop, but he doubted that would ever happen.
“It’s absolutely impossible, though, to know where truth stops and fiction begins,” Goulding said. “We can only hypothesize.”
Malone faced Mathews. “I’m assuming all of this is important in some way to what’s currently happening?”
“Vitally. But to comprehend what we are facing, you must know the historical background.”
Malone motioned to the book on the desk and the passage Goulding had read to them. “The cross found by the monks noted,
Here in the Isle of Avalon lies buried the renowned Arthur
. What’s the connection to Glastonbury?”
“That’s the easy part. Arthur lived in the middle to latter part of the 6th century. Glastonbury was then to English Christendom what Westminster and Canterbury are now. The abbey was situated on an island surrounded by the River Brue. The Welsh called it
Ynys Avallon
, the Island of Apples. So it’s easy to see how the cross’ inscription came into being. Remember, it was Malory, 300 years later, who bestowed magical qualities on Avalon. Before that, it was simply a place.” Goulding motioned again to the computer screen. “The cauldron tells us a great many things. Are you aware of the Irish settlement in Iceland?”
He shook his head. “I’m aware of Viking colonization, but know nothing about the Irish.”
“There’s a journal.
Navigatio Sancti Brendani Abbatis
. Voyage of St. Brendan. It’s in the British Museum and details how a party headed by St. Brendan left County Kerry, Ireland, in 539 CE . They sailed across the Atlantic to the Hebrides, then on to the Faeroes.” Goulding paused. “It was only a short hop from there to Iceland, and St. Brendan made the journey. He discovered, though, that Irish monks had already been traveling there, using the isolated land as a religious retreat. Which was no small feat for the time, sailing the cold waters of the open Atlantic in tiny boats made only of skins.”
When Malone thought of Iceland what came to mind were volcanoes, whales, and snow. Not religion.
“The
Landnámabók
,” Goulding said, “is a famous Icelandic text that tells of a mariner, Ari Marson, who was driven off course by a storm to a place he called
Hvitramannaland
. There, he found Irish Christians. Translated,
Hvitramannaland
means ‘Greater Ireland.’ We know that place today as Iceland.”
“I had no idea Europeans ventured west
before
the Vikings,” Malone said.
“Traditionalists would argue pre-Norse Irish colonization of remote western
He paused for effect.
“So precious few.”
CHAPTER NINE
Malone was perplexed. “I’ve never considered Arthur a historical figure. I took him more as a creation of poets and novelists.”
Goulding explained that, until the 12th century, Arthur was known only in bardic tales and Welsh poems. But Geoffrey of Monmouth changed everything in 1136 when he translated the
History of the Kings of Britons
, a fanciful account, more fiction than reality, that elevated Arthur to a king. The story was immensely popular, and the Welsh seized on Geoffrey’s imagination. They’d never submitted to Saxons or Normans and saw in Arthur a way to keep a rebellious spirit simmering. Three hundred years later, when Sir Thomas Malory finally wrote his epic, Arthur was forever ingrained into the realm of myth.
“He was real,” Goulding said. “But not the chivalric character Malory envisioned. More likely a brutal, barbarous man who fought Saxons, not unlike a thousand other warrior leaders who arose during our Dark Ages. He was fortunate, though, that later poets saw something more in him. So they manufactured a legend.”
Malone knew about the
History of the Kings of Briton
, a famous and valuable rare edition. Books were his private passion. He collected them by the hundreds, his house back in Atlanta lined with shelves. His dream was to one day own a bookshop, but he doubted that would ever happen.
“It’s absolutely impossible, though, to know where truth stops and fiction begins,” Goulding said. “We can only hypothesize.”
Malone faced Mathews. “I’m assuming all of this is important in some way to what’s currently happening?”
“Vitally. But to comprehend what we are facing, you must know the historical background.”
Malone motioned to the book on the desk and the passage Goulding had read to them. “The cross found by the monks noted,
Here in the Isle of Avalon lies buried the renowned Arthur
. What’s the connection to Glastonbury?”
“That’s the easy part. Arthur lived in the middle to latter part of the 6th century. Glastonbury was then to English Christendom what Westminster and Canterbury are now. The abbey was situated on an island surrounded by the River Brue. The Welsh called it
Ynys Avallon
, the Island of Apples. So it’s easy to see how the cross’ inscription came into being. Remember, it was Malory, 300 years later, who bestowed magical qualities on Avalon. Before that, it was simply a place.” Goulding motioned again to the computer screen. “The cauldron tells us a great many things. Are you aware of the Irish settlement in Iceland?”
He shook his head. “I’m aware of Viking colonization, but know nothing about the Irish.”
“There’s a journal.
Navigatio Sancti Brendani Abbatis
. Voyage of St. Brendan. It’s in the British Museum and details how a party headed by St. Brendan left County Kerry, Ireland, in 539 CE . They sailed across the Atlantic to the Hebrides, then on to the Faeroes.” Goulding paused. “It was only a short hop from there to Iceland, and St. Brendan made the journey. He discovered, though, that Irish monks had already been traveling there, using the isolated land as a religious retreat. Which was no small feat for the time, sailing the cold waters of the open Atlantic in tiny boats made only of skins.”
When Malone thought of Iceland what came to mind were volcanoes, whales, and snow. Not religion.
“The
Landnámabók
,” Goulding said, “is a famous Icelandic text that tells of a mariner, Ari Marson, who was driven off course by a storm to a place he called
Hvitramannaland
. There, he found Irish Christians. Translated,
Hvitramannaland
means ‘Greater Ireland.’ We know that place today as Iceland.”
“I had no idea Europeans ventured west
before
the Vikings,” Malone said.
“Traditionalists would argue pre-Norse Irish colonization of remote western
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