random Lymond love
since I'm re-reading "Pawn in Frankincense"
"To pass over grief, they say, the Italian sleeps; the Frenchman sings; the German drinks; the Spaniard laments, and the Englishman goes to plays. What then does the Scot?"
To Jerott's mind sprang, unbidden, a picture of the sword Archie Abernethy was trying to clean at this moment below. "This one," he said, "kills."
sigh.
In this re-reading, it seems painfully obvious which child is which. I'm surprised I was ever unsure. Also, it's interesting to note that it was published in 1969, given Philippa's adventures, which have more than a little of the Summer of Love flavor to them in places when she's traveling with Mikal.
Lymond is, as always, a complete bastard much of the time. I love that this book encompasses m/m and f/f, though the f/f seems more subtext than text, the m/m is certainly text, though like many vital points in this series, you might miss it if you're not paying attention. Jerott calls Lymond a catamite, which, dude. Jerott, you're kind of an idiot. I mean. It's not necessarily inaccurate. But. I just want to shake him and yell BUY A CLUE. And Marthe! Calling it as she sees it. Dear Jerott, you are afraid of your manlove for Lymond. And yes, there's a reason we look alike. Yours, Marthe.
and then:
"And whether that approached incest or not, I suppose only you know." Oh, Lymond.
I love that Jerott is sort of the Richard of "Knights" and "Pawn" - always expecting the worst from Lymond. Sometimes deservedly so. Come to think of it, that means there are two Richards in "Knights." Hahahahahaha. Poor Lymond.
"To pass over grief, they say, the Italian sleeps; the Frenchman sings; the German drinks; the Spaniard laments, and the Englishman goes to plays. What then does the Scot?"
To Jerott's mind sprang, unbidden, a picture of the sword Archie Abernethy was trying to clean at this moment below. "This one," he said, "kills."
sigh.
In this re-reading, it seems painfully obvious which child is which. I'm surprised I was ever unsure. Also, it's interesting to note that it was published in 1969, given Philippa's adventures, which have more than a little of the Summer of Love flavor to them in places when she's traveling with Mikal.
Lymond is, as always, a complete bastard much of the time. I love that this book encompasses m/m and f/f, though the f/f seems more subtext than text, the m/m is certainly text, though like many vital points in this series, you might miss it if you're not paying attention. Jerott calls Lymond a catamite, which, dude. Jerott, you're kind of an idiot. I mean. It's not necessarily inaccurate. But. I just want to shake him and yell BUY A CLUE. And Marthe! Calling it as she sees it. Dear Jerott, you are afraid of your manlove for Lymond. And yes, there's a reason we look alike. Yours, Marthe.
and then:
"And whether that approached incest or not, I suppose only you know." Oh, Lymond.
I love that Jerott is sort of the Richard of "Knights" and "Pawn" - always expecting the worst from Lymond. Sometimes deservedly so. Come to think of it, that means there are two Richards in "Knights." Hahahahahaha. Poor Lymond.