I have two “Merlins” that I am familiar with.
The first is the classical
Sword and the Stone Merlin: a wise,
playful, and jovial wizard.
The second
is from
The Mists of Avalon where he
is cunning and powerful.
In all of my
time learning about the man, I have never seen a representation of Merlin as
young, depressed, or so desperately wanting to forest nymph.
It makes me wonder where our current views have stemmed from. If Geoffrey of Monmouth is correct, then
somewhere along the lines Merlin was seriously altered to create a new image. Was it because the legends of King Arthur
needed someone a bit more…poised? It
does seem unlikely that one of history’s greatest (possibly fictional) kings
would take advice from someone quite that eccentric. And the truth of the matter is that is where
most of us know Merlin from.
His wife is another aspect that I knew nothing about. Merlin having kin, such as his sister, I can
see coming about. But him having a wife
was something that never crossed my mind.
That may be because along with the stereotype of wise man, he also
seemed old and beyond the point of marriage.
Monmouth puts him as young, and depicts a time before Arthur. It brings to mind a whole new aspect of
Merlin as a man instead of Merlin the great wizard. But with that comes the idiocy. No offense to the men out there, but the way
he broke off his marriage rivals the douche bag level of text message
break-ups.
“Sister I do not want a cow that
pours out water in a broad fountain like the urn of the Virgin in summer-time…”
I’m just saying, it is very risky to call a woman a
cow. No matter the context. He truly was nearly out of his mind on that
one.
Now, I understand why he ran into the forests. All his buddies had just died and the
Scottish forest, or Caledonia, was the best thing he could get to not being
around humanity. But I do not understand
why he wanted to be away from everyone – and yet he had 70 scribes around him
to write his prophecies. It makes me
wonder if he truly wanted to be alone.
This is how I could see it going.
He is cured from his PTSD by the bard and goes back to visit
his wife and sister. Upon seeing these
women, he decides that while he loves them – he does not want to be anywhere
near them. Cooties or something? So he would rather hole up in a really large
shack in the woods with a bunch of dudes and party; maybe write a few prophecies so his sister doesn't stop sending dinner.
This is likely a stretch, but the image of it makes me
laugh.
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