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7/11/2025, 4:45:11 AM
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>>6272899
>>6273067
Tonerre ! To speak so poorly of women (who even if not able to decide for themselves or to inherit are a marvel of creation and the proof of God's existence) in company of noble frenchmen ousts you as a vile miscreant. Go be whipped by the men at arms of your local lord, that will perhaps teach you manners. Your hon hon hon marks you as of good French stock so such lack of politeness is even less excusable.
>>6273109
You knew what a woman was and that they all loved pretty dresses, jewellery and poetry. Fortunately France was the first realm in the Christendom in all three. Be it the joailliers of Burgundy, the textile workers of Flanders or the poets of Occitania or of your native Champagne, they were the best. To be sincere you somewhat wondered how would someone cope with not being born in France. So you began to tell her.
-France, your majesty, is the largest and most glorious realm in all the Christendom, ruled by King Philippe the Fair. But in my opinion, it is mostly great for it's art, it's poetry, tapestries, architecture and wine of course. They are renowned far beyond the borders of the realm. It is the land where chivalry was born, and courteous love. The land of songs of Fin'Amor and of refined life.
The queen seemed interested, but perhaps a bit dismissive, when she told you.
-Great human poetry ? Amusing.
You almost rolled your eyes, but simply smiled politely. What are they thinking ? That dogs and horses can write poetry ? Or that people who do not have pointy ears cannot write it ? This nonsense was a proof of the barbarity of the pagans. Many people could write poetry, even commoners. Bernard de Ventadour was the son of a simple soldier and a servant maid after all. So you answered.
-Of course your majesty, the greatest of all humanity. I am more accustomed with the works of the trouvères than those of the troubadours. Our countess's grandfather, Thibaud of Champagne has composed many songs and poems that he had painted on the walls of his palace.
You had seen them yourselves but not knowing to read you learned them listening to trouvères singing chansons de geste and glorious odes to love and beauty. You added.
-I know some of them, if your majesty wishes. Several even sung to a queen.
-To a queen ? Really.
-It was said that count Thibaud de Champagne was fond of Blanche de Castille, even if she was older than him, he sung of her beauty and supported her when she reigned in regency for her son, who will become Saint Louis, our most noble king.
The reference to an older women seen as very beautiful and courted by younger men seemed to amuse the queen and she let you recite calmly. So you began with a poem about the beauty of love, that is the only pleasant illness that can strike a man. That death is preferable to a delivrance from such illness and that the remembrance of the beauty of a lady is enough to guard the poet from any pain.
>>6272899
>>6273067
Tonerre ! To speak so poorly of women (who even if not able to decide for themselves or to inherit are a marvel of creation and the proof of God's existence) in company of noble frenchmen ousts you as a vile miscreant. Go be whipped by the men at arms of your local lord, that will perhaps teach you manners. Your hon hon hon marks you as of good French stock so such lack of politeness is even less excusable.
>>6273109
You knew what a woman was and that they all loved pretty dresses, jewellery and poetry. Fortunately France was the first realm in the Christendom in all three. Be it the joailliers of Burgundy, the textile workers of Flanders or the poets of Occitania or of your native Champagne, they were the best. To be sincere you somewhat wondered how would someone cope with not being born in France. So you began to tell her.
-France, your majesty, is the largest and most glorious realm in all the Christendom, ruled by King Philippe the Fair. But in my opinion, it is mostly great for it's art, it's poetry, tapestries, architecture and wine of course. They are renowned far beyond the borders of the realm. It is the land where chivalry was born, and courteous love. The land of songs of Fin'Amor and of refined life.
The queen seemed interested, but perhaps a bit dismissive, when she told you.
-Great human poetry ? Amusing.
You almost rolled your eyes, but simply smiled politely. What are they thinking ? That dogs and horses can write poetry ? Or that people who do not have pointy ears cannot write it ? This nonsense was a proof of the barbarity of the pagans. Many people could write poetry, even commoners. Bernard de Ventadour was the son of a simple soldier and a servant maid after all. So you answered.
-Of course your majesty, the greatest of all humanity. I am more accustomed with the works of the trouvères than those of the troubadours. Our countess's grandfather, Thibaud of Champagne has composed many songs and poems that he had painted on the walls of his palace.
You had seen them yourselves but not knowing to read you learned them listening to trouvères singing chansons de geste and glorious odes to love and beauty. You added.
-I know some of them, if your majesty wishes. Several even sung to a queen.
-To a queen ? Really.
-It was said that count Thibaud de Champagne was fond of Blanche de Castille, even if she was older than him, he sung of her beauty and supported her when she reigned in regency for her son, who will become Saint Louis, our most noble king.
The reference to an older women seen as very beautiful and courted by younger men seemed to amuse the queen and she let you recite calmly. So you began with a poem about the beauty of love, that is the only pleasant illness that can strike a man. That death is preferable to a delivrance from such illness and that the remembrance of the beauty of a lady is enough to guard the poet from any pain.
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