I started this book a day before leaving on my daughter's Make a Wish trip so there was only reading done on some of the plane ride. I found it a thoroughly fun book. The thing that I absolutely loved the best is Kellen wanted to love and be loved. I February - Just reread and fell in love again! I think that was the first leading male that I have read that didn't have walls placed up, or had something holding him back from loving someone.
For being such a burely knight he was a very lovable character and wanted love and affection. I found that completely refreshing and I adored the novel because of this and many other things. Jul 05, TJ rated it liked it. This is a fun, light romance that keep me reading - and enjoying. If, going in, one doesn't expect historical accuracy and doesn't mind the simple think YA writing style and sometimes hard to believe twists, it really is a perfect hard-day escape!
May 09, Christina rated it it was amazing. I really enjoyed this book! When I wasn't laughing I found myself sighing over the sweet romance story that unfolded. What a great read!!!
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This is definitely a book I will be rereading again in the future :. Feb 08, Valerie Waters rated it really liked it. Aww what a sweet book!!! I loved the romance build up. I was a little nervous though because of all the innuendos. Kellen was great! I really loved this book. Apr 13, Erica rated it really liked it. Such a fun story! It's been a few books so since I finished this, so details are evading me, but I really enjoyed this time travel, historical romance.
Very cute! Aug 19, Anne rated it it was amazing. This is a wonderful book really enjoyed the characters and plot. Feb 18, Cynthia rated it it was amazing Shelves: faves , contemporary , paranormal , historical-regency-mideval , time-travel. I loved her spunk and just about everything about this book.
Overall a very enjoyable read that left me smiling. Jun 20, Cat rated it it was amazing. Crazy but a lot of fun, didn't want the story to end Gillian Corbett, scared and bleeding, runs unknowingly onto sacred ground. The rest, shall we say, is history A fun and sometimes harrowing story of accidental time travel and finding true love.
I felt the characterization was excellent, the participants in the story well fleshed out and believable as to motivations and behavior, including not just the main characters but secondary and peripheral players as well. The fact that years would Crazy but a lot of fun, didn't want the story to end Gillian Corbett, scared and bleeding, runs unknowingly onto sacred ground. The fact that years would have made the differences in English dialects so drastic as to make it impossible for Gillian and her rescuers to understand each other is glossed over for the sake of the story, which rankled a bit, but it is necessary for the plot to succeed.
It would have been easy to incorporate some minor discussion that would let the reader believe this was accomplished in part by the same forces that send Gillian back seven centuries, but instead it is ignored. Other than that, I absolutely loved this story. This is not a typical historical romance, in that a major historic event, time, or place is brought to life by adding fictionalized characters and experiencing history from their point of view.
Instead, it is a whimsical but fair look at what might take place when cultures, experiences, personalities and mindsets are mixed together after a gap of several centuries I love Gillian's spunk and at the same time wanted to shake her for being naive and reckless. Kellen was endearingly stubborn and believable in his self-doubt and confusion; half the time I was chuckling and the rest I was shaking my head.
Marissa and her well-intentioned introspection, along with Valeric and his conflicting loyalties, made a great backdrop to demonstrate Gillian's influence on all the people around her, not just Kellen. Rather than distracting from it, the multiple sub-plots all contributed to the development of the storyline.
Multiple conflicts and resolutions kept me intrigued as Gillian does her best to get herself into trouble and occasionally out of it.
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Aug 24, Julie Carpenter rated it it was amazing. I love reading novels set in different time periods. I came across a digital box set called romance through the ages. I luckily ran across it when it was a special for Valentine's day and was free. I believe there were 7 books included. Most of which I had downloaded as samples trying to decide if I wanted to spend the money on them. Needless to say I was thrilled to come across the whole set free.
She owns the knight did not disappoint me at all. I couldn't put it down and read all through the n I love reading novels set in different time periods. I couldn't put it down and read all through the night until I had devoured every last word. I couldn't wait to find out how it all turned out.
Jul 12, Deborah rated it really liked it. I truly enjoyed this book. I couldn't put it down and I truly fell in love with the characters. I enjoyed the writing style and I love a sweet love story even though there was still enough tention to keep it interesting. I just couldn't quite give in a five for two reasons. I like conversation and I found myself skimming a little to get the book going. I thought it kind of killed a little bit of the cuteness. Over all though I really liked the book and couldn't put it down.
Highly recommend it. Aug 27, Chrissy rated it liked it. Thanks so much to Tadiana for lending me this book! I had been wanting to read it for a long, long time. And I had just finished "A Princess Problem," by this author and it was so cute and clean. So I was surprised by how suggestive and how many innuendos this book had.
But I will say that it was laugh out loud funny at times. This is a book that I probably won't read again, because I like my books cleaner. One reviewer said this was a PG book and I agree with that. Oct 02, Emily rated it it was amazing Shelves: my-comfort-reads , favorite-heroines , favorites-regular-re-reads , swoony-book-boyfriends. May Just as amazing as before! Sigh inducing, tears of laughter worthy story! One of my very favorites! This book was recommended to me by my mom. I stinking loved this book! It was hilarious and sweet!
I almost want to go back to the beginning and start again! Can't wIt to re-read it!!! May 03, Liliana Shelbrook rated it it was amazing Shelves: historical-fiction , fave-reads. Wow, such great writing! I've never read a time travel story using humor to contrast different historical times.
It's a very solid book with wonderful, engaging characters that hook you until the end. I really enjoyed Gillian, the main character, her sense of humor and dialog are hilarious. A great read, for sure! Aug 20, Teya Peck rated it really liked it. It was really good. He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote, Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale; Of his array telle I no lenger tale. A Frankeleyn was in his compaignye. Whit was his berd as is the dayesye; Of his complexioun he was sangwyn.
Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn; To lyven in delit was evere his wone, For he was Epicurus owene sone, That heeld opinioun that pleyn delit Was verraily felicitee parfit.
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An housholdere, and that a greet, was he; Seint Julian he was in his contree. His breed, his ale, was alweys after oon; A bettre envyned man was nowher noon. Withoute bake mete was nevere his hous, Of fissh and flessh, and that so plentevous, It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke, Of alle deyntees that men koude thynke, After the sondry sesons of the yeer; So chaunged he his mete and his soper. Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in muwe, And many a breem and many a luce in stuwe. Wo was his cook but if his sauce were Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his geere.
His table dormant in his halle alway Stood redy covered al the longe day. At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire; Ful ofte tyme he was knyght of the shire. An anlaas, and a gipser al of silk, Heeng at his girdel, whit as morne milk. A shirreve hadde he been, and a countour; Was nowher such a worthy vavasour. Ful fressh and newe hir geere apiked was; Hir knyves were chaped noght with bras, But al with silver; wroght ful clene and weel Hire girdles and hir pouches everydeel.
Wel semed ech of hem a fair burgeys To sitten in a yeldehalle, on a deys. It is ful fair to been y-cleped Madame, And goon to vigilies al bifore, And have a mantel roialliche y-bore. A Cook they hadde with hem for the nones, To boille the chiknes with the marybones, And poudre-marchant tart, and galyngale. Wel koude he knowe a draughte of Londoun ale. But greet harm was it, as it thoughte me, That on his shyne a mormal hadde he; For blankmanger, that made he with the beste. A Shipman was ther, wonynge fer by weste; For aught I woot he was of Dertemouthe.
He rood upon a rouncy, as he kouthe, In a gowne of faldyng to the knee. A daggere hangynge on a laas hadde he Aboute his nekke, under his arm adoun. The hoote somer hadde maad his hewe al broun; And certeinly he was a good felawe. Ful many a draughte of wyn hadde he y-drawe Fro Burdeux-ward, whil that the chapman sleep. Of nyce conscience took he no keep. If that he faught and hadde the hyer hond, By water he sente hem hoom to every lond. But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes, His stremes, and his daungers hym bisides, His herberwe and his moone, his lode-menage, Ther nas noon swich from Hulle to Cartage.
Hardy he was and wys to undertake; With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake. His barge y-cleped was the Maudelayne. With us ther was a Doctour of Phisik; In all this world ne was ther noon hym lik, To speke of phisik and of surgerye; For he was grounded in astronomye. He kepte his pacient a ful greet deel In houres, by his magyk natureel. He knew the cause of everich maladye, Were it of hoot, or cold, or moyste, or drye, And where they engendred and of what humour.
He was a verray, parfit praktisour; The cause y-knowe, and of his harm the roote, Anon he yaf the sike man his boote. Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries To sende him drogges and his letuaries; For ech of hem made oother for to wynne, Hir frendshipe nas nat newe to bigynne. His studie was but litel on the Bible. In sangwyn and in pers he clad was al, Lyned with taffata and with sendal.
And yet he was but esy of dispence; He kepte that he wan in pestilence. For gold in phisik is a cordial; Therfore he lovede gold in special. A Good Wif was ther of biside Bathe, But she was som-del deef, and that was scathe. Of clooth-makyng she hadde swich an haunt She passed hem of Ypres and of Gaunt. In al the parisshe wif ne was ther noon That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon; And if ther dide, certeyn so wrooth was she That she was out of alle charitee.
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Hir coverchiefs ful fyne weren of ground; I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound That on a Sonday weren upon hir heed. Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed, Ful streite y-teyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe. Boold was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe. She was a worthy womman al hir lyve; Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve, Withouten oother compaignye in youthe; But ther-of nedeth nat to speke as nowthe. She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye. Gat-tothed was she, soothly for to seye. Upon an amblere esily she sat, Y-wympled wel, and on hir heed an hat As brood as is a bokeler or a targe; A foot-mantel aboute hir hipes large, And on hire feet a paire of spores sharpe.
A good man was ther of religioun, And was a povre Person of a Toun; But riche he was of hooly thoght and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes Gospel trewely wolde preche; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche. Benygne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversitee ful pacient; And swich he was y-preved ofte sithes. This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf, That first he wroghte and afterward he taughte. Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte; And this figure he added eek therto, That if gold ruste, what shal iren doo?
For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste, No wonder is a lewed man to ruste; And shame it is, if a prest take keep, A shiten shepherde and a clene sheep. Wel oghte a preest ensample for to yive By his clennesse how that his sheep sholde lyve. He sette nat his benefice to hyre And leet his sheep encombred in the myre, And ran to Londoun, unto Seinte Poules, To seken hym a chaunterie for soules, Or with a bretherhed to been withholde; But dwelte at hoom and kepte wel his folde, So that the wolf ne made it nat myscarie; He was a shepherde, and noght a mercenarie.
To drawen folk to hevene by fairnesse, By good ensample, this was his bisynesse. But it were any persone obstinat, What so he were, of heigh or lough estat, Hym wolde he snybben sharply for the nonys. A bettre preest I trowe that nowher noon ys. He waited after no pompe and reverence, Ne maked him a spiced conscience; But Cristes loore and his apostles twelve He taughte, but first he folwed it hymselve.
With hym ther was a Plowman, was his brother, That hadde y-lad of dong ful many a fother; A trewe swynkere and a good was he, Lyvynge in pees and parfit charitee. God loved he best, with al his hoole herte, At alle tymes, thogh him gamed or smerte. And thanne his neighebor right as hymselve.
He wolde thresshe, and therto dyke and delve, For Cristes sake, for every povre wight, Withouten hire, if it lay in his myght. His tithes payede he ful faire and wel, Bothe of his propre swynk and his catel. In a tabard he rood upon a mere. The Millere was a stout carl for the nones; Ful byg he was of brawn and eek of bones. That proved wel, for over-al, ther he cam, At wrastlynge he wolde have alwey the ram. He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre; Ther nas no dore that he nolde heve of harre, Or breke it at a rennyng with his heed. His berd as any sowe or fox was reed, And therto brood, as though it were a spade.
Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and thereon stood a toft of herys, Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys; His nosethirles blake were and wyde. A swerd and a bokeler bar he by his syde. His mouth as greet was as a greet forneys; He was a janglere and a goliardeys, And that was moost of synne and harlotries. Wel koude he stelen corn and tollen thries; And yet he hadde a thombe of gold, pardee.
A whit cote and a blew hood wered he. A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne, And therwithal he broghte us out of towne. Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace, That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wisdom of an heep of lerned men? Of maistres hadde he mo than thries ten, That weren of lawe expert and curious, Of whiche ther weren a duszeyne in that hous Worthy to been stywardes of rente and lond Of any lord that is in Engelond, To maken hym lyve by his propre good, In honour dettelees, but if he were wood, Or lyve as scarsly as hym list desire; And able for to helpen al a shire In any caas that myghte falle or happe; And yet this Manciple sette hir aller cappe The Reve was a sclendre colerik man.
His berd was shave as ny as ever he kan; His heer was by his erys round y-shorn; His top was dokked lyk a preest biforn. Ful longe were his legges and ful lene, Y-lyk a staf, ther was no calf y-sene. Wel koude he kepe a gerner and a bynne; Ther was noon auditour koude on him wynne. Wel wiste he, by the droghte and by the reyn, The yeldynge of his seed and of his greyn. His lordes sheep, his neet, his dayerye, His swyn, his hors, his stoor, and his pultrye, Was hoolly in this reves governyng; And by his covenant yaf the rekenyng Syn that his lord was twenty yeer of age; There koude no man brynge hym in arrerage.
There nas baillif, ne hierde, nor oother hyne, That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne; They were adrad of hym as of the deeth. His wonyng was ful fair upon an heeth; With grene trees shadwed was his place. He koude bettre than his lord purchace; Ful riche he was a-stored pryvely.
His lord wel koude he plesen subtilly, To yeve and lene hym of his owene good, And have a thank, and yet a cote and hood. In youthe he hadde lerned a good myster; He was a wel good wrighte, a carpenter. This Reve sat upon a ful good stot, That was al pomely grey, and highte Scot. A long surcote of pers upon he hade, And by his syde he baar a rusty blade.
Tukked he was as is a frere, aboute. And evere he rood the hyndreste of oure route. A Somonour was ther with us in that place, That hadde a fyr-reed cherubynnes face, For sawcefleem he was, with eyen narwe. As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparwe, With scaled browes blake and piled berd,— Of his visage children were aferd.
Ther nas quyk-silver, lytarge, ne brymstoon, Boras, ceruce, ne oille of tartre noon, Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte, That hym myghte helpen of his whelkes white, Nor of the knobbes sittynge on his chekes. Wel loved he garleek, oynons, and eek lekes, And for to drynken strong wyn, reed as blood. Thanne wolde he speke, and crie as he were wood. And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn, Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn.
The Knight's Tale
A fewe termes hadde he, two or thre, That he had lerned out of som decree,— No wonder is, he herde it al the day; And eek ye knowen wel how that a jay Kan clepen "Watte" as wel as kan the pope. Part III: The descriptions of the altars, the stadium, and the magnificent feasts are tedious for the modern reader in the same way that the descriptions of shields and armor in the Homeric epics are static and dull for the modern reader, but these descriptions carried a great appeal for the audience of that time because they reinforce the notion of an ideal, ordered society.
The description of the feasts shows a society in which the king justly reigns over subjects. The description of the altars implies that the gods are still viable in terms of effecting people's behaviors and rewarding pleas. The stadium symbolizes structure of an ordered society. The prayers of each of the three principals are also consistent with their individual personalities:. Palamon prays only for love and thus his prayer is to Venus, goddess of love, asking not that he win the battle or earn fame, but only that he somehow win Emilie or else die by Arcite's spear.
Emilie prays before the altar of Diana, asking first that her chastity be preserved, and then, if her first wish is not possible, to let the knight who most loves her win. Arcite prays to Mars, god of war, for victory. He believes that only force can win Emilie's love. Part IV: Here the Knight turns to a description of the banquet and the elaborate decorations of the stadium and the rituals connected with the funeral at the end of the tale.
This type of richness and magnificence would appeal to a man of such distinction as the Knight, with its special emphasis on form, ritual, and code of behavior — elements upon which knighthood is based. In this tale, the Knight or Chaucer implies that the lives of men are influenced by what seems to be chance but, in actuality, is a Prime Mover God who controls the ostensibly chance occurrences of the world. The women at the beginning of the tale bemoan the harshness of fortune. By chance, Emilie walks beneath the prison.
Later, again by chance, Duke Perotheus recognizes Arcite. Arcite is employed by Emilie and later accidentally meets Palamon. Chance also brings Theseus to the same plot where Arcite and Palamon are fighting. Finally, the god of chance or fortune or destiny determines how the story will be solved. The universe, then, is not as incoherent and disorderly as might first be expected. Behind all the acts of the universe is a logic or controlling purpose, even though man might not understand it. What is central in The Knight's Tale is a concern with the right ordering of the elements that make up a person's total soul — essentially a concern with justice.
A person who has control of his or her emotions and reason is a person who acts honorably in dealing with others. Early in the tale, for example, both Palamon and Arcite fall hopelessly in love with Emilie, and their love emotion for her controls their behavior. In such a state of emotional disarray, their reason fails them and hostilities ensue. Only when Theseus, symbol of right reason and justice, intervenes in the knights' duel, does reason, synonymous with justice, again reign.
Note, too, that both Palamon and Arcite receive the reward that they seek, albeit ironically: Palamon wins Emilie's love but loses the battle to Arcite; Arcite wins the battle but loses his life and thus Emilie. Out of this mayhem, justice is reestablished, and each man gets what he asks for. Capaneus proud, vain man so disdainful that he boasted that not even Jove could stop him. He took part in the war to restore Oedipus' oldest son to the throne of Thebes.
Narcissus, Solomon, Hercules, Medea, Circe, Turnus, and King Crosesus figures, each of whom had in some way been trapped by love, used as decoration on the walls of the altar to Venus. Caesar, Nero, Mark Anthony, and Mars in a chariot figures, all of whom had functioned in wars, used as decoration on the altar to Mars. Callisto, Dana Daphne , and Atalanta figures, all of whom avoided — with varying degrees of success — marriage, used as decoration on the altar to Diana.
Galophy probably meaning the Valley of Gargaphia where Actaeon, who saw the goddess Diana naked, was turned into a stag and torn to pieces by his own hounds. Previous The Prologue. Next The Miller's Prologue and Tale.
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