A Samhain Playlette of Morgan Le Fay
MoonPath CUUPS - October 30, 2010

(The Midnight Ritual starts inside with a short playlette to provide 
a little history on Morgan le Fay.  We quiet the room and Spel starts):


It was a time of coming together. The Norman Conquest of England had
succeeded in 1066. It was more a lucky chance of war and the Norman
Norsemen from the Continent were really more French Celts than anything
else. The Anglo-Saxon nobility were turned out and a new Norman
aristocracy took over the castles. A new culture was birthing in England.
The Greeks had their Trojan War. The Romans had their wandering of Jason
and the Golden Fleece.  England needed its own stories to feed its new
identities. So bring forth the bards.


These new stories must come from the past. Looking back before the
defeated Anglo-Saxons, there were Celtic and Briton warlords dotting
the land. The Romans had pulled out after 400 AD. It was something
about too many wars, on too many fronts, and a need for the locals
to finally defend themselves.

Time passed and among the remaining warlords, Did I say warlords?
Where have I heard that before? There was this Aurelianus Ambrosius.
He fended off invading Anglo-Saxons at the Battle of Mons Badonicus
in 497 AD, and, for a while, good times were had in the land,
unless you were a woman or a witch.


Now Aurelianus translates to Arthur. Briton or Celt? Both are good
choices. Peace for a time in the land?  We have our moment. Add in
a queen, a shunned sister, a bastard son, a wizard, knights,
chivalry, romance, magick! We have our story! Thank you Bards!

And a good story lives forever. And it grows. Others can tell you
of Arthur, the Once and Future King. Others can tell you of Merlin,
that wizard born of a mortal woman sired by an incubus, a wellspring
of the Old Ways and advisor to Arthur.


I will tell you of that Queen of Air and Darkness, the Lady Morgan le Fay.

Kalliope:  (Poem by Madison Cawein)

In dim samite was she begight,
And on her hair a hoop of gold,
Like foxfire, in the twain moonlight,
Was glimmering cold, Was glimmering cold.

With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along? Nor fare along?

For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me! "Oh, come with me!


How would you know this wily witch,
With sweet white face and lustrous hair?
Who, through her art, bewitch your heart
And hold you there, and hold you there.


And soon your soul has waxed amort
To Wold and weald, to slade and stream;
And all you hear is my soft word
As one adream, as one adream.

And all you see are my bright eyes,
And fair face that holds you still:
And wild and wan I led you on
O'er vale and hill, o'er vale and hill.


Until at last to a castle lie
Beneath the moon, among the trees:
Its gothic towers old and gray
With mysteries, with mysteries.


Morgan le Fay, alternatively known as Morgane, Morgaine, Morgana
and other variants, is a powerful sorceress in the Arthurian legend.
Fay means fairy, a magical creature of air with metaphysical and
supernatural aspects.  The Lady is specifically human, with her
magical powers retained. Her magickal companion is the raven.
(Spel and Kalliope look around. Jeff runs through with Raven.

In the midst of family intrigues, the young Morgan was sent away
to a convent. There, she began her study of Magick. Where else would
you go? Who here has been to Catholic school? (Spel gets out ruler.)


Next, unhappy with the husband picked for her, she takes a string of
lovers, until she is caught by a young Guinevere, who expels her from
court in disgust. There was that bastard son to Arthur. Mordred he
was called. However did that happen?

Morgan continues her magickal studies with Merlin, all the while
plotting against Guinevere. The Lady holds a grudge. She knows her
way around the darkness of the Underworld.


Healing, when she has a mind to it, is one of her great skills. She
would blend up her herbs and ointments to remove the spells of others,
or perhaps her own? Later she carried off the wounded Arthur to the
Isle of Avalon, the Island of Apples.

So down to us come all these traditions of the Arthurian Legends.
Courtly wording has been carried over into Craft ritual. Merlin remains
the model Druid. And one cannot be serious about Witchcraft without,
sooner or later, encountering the French.


Come now, follow us outside. Let us take our magickal journey.
Come past the markers of the dead to my forest stronghold, the
Castle of Tauroc.





Narator - Spel
A Goddess - Kalliope
Morgan le Fay - Melanie
Raven - Jeff


samite - a heavy silk fabric, sometimes interwoven with gold,
         worn in the Middle Ages.

foxfire - any of various fungi causing luminescence in decaying wood.

Wold - an elevated tract of open country.

Weald - wooded, uncultivated country.

slade - street.

wan - of an unnatural or sickly pallor.
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