Generally, though, if wisdom that was larger than life was required, it made itself manifest through the knowledge of magic, such as was the case with the Welsh Merlin or the Finnish Vainamoinen.
And no matter how accomplished the tales might be of wizards and tricksters, nothing moved readers like the men with mighty muscles. It was the immediacy of the hewing sword that counted, or it was the ordinary reader could more easily identify with a strong muscle and a subtle mind – he could perhaps develop something like the first, but he gave up on the second.
Middle Ages, we had King Arthur and his knights, with the ever-victorious Lancelot as the acme of an artificial chivalry that never existed in real life. And there was King Charlemagne and his paladins, with Roland as exemplar.
(The subtle trickster who was shrewder than life also existed, as in Reynard the fox, Till Eulenspiegel, and so on, but, again, never held quite the same appeal.)
Then came the sad day when gunpowder ruled the world and muscles and armour we no longer of use; when a cowardly, weak muscled, low-born wretch, by taking aim, could clang Sir Lancelot to earth with a neat little hole drilled in his breastplate.
And no matter how accomplished the tales might be of wizards and tricksters, nothing moved readers like the men with mighty muscles. It was the immediacy of the hewing sword that counted, or it was the ordinary reader could more easily identify with a strong muscle and a subtle mind – he could perhaps develop something like the first, but he gave up on the second.
Middle Ages, we had King Arthur and his knights, with the ever-victorious Lancelot as the acme of an artificial chivalry that never existed in real life. And there was King Charlemagne and his paladins, with Roland as exemplar.
(The subtle trickster who was shrewder than life also existed, as in Reynard the fox, Till Eulenspiegel, and so on, but, again, never held quite the same appeal.)
Then came the sad day when gunpowder ruled the world and muscles and armour we no longer of use; when a cowardly, weak muscled, low-born wretch, by taking aim, could clang Sir Lancelot to earth with a neat little hole drilled in his breastplate.
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