Sophie-David
Legend's rather humourous Four of Cups shows Arthur's knights gathered around the round table in various stages of apathy and undress, an old boys club past it prime. In the foreground one of the knights may be stealing off with a trumpet from a sleeping companion, if I see the picture correctly. Perhaps it would be fun to blow the instrument and wait for a reaction, if any. At the window, Arthur looks out over his lands in quiet desperation, knowing the difficulty of motivating warriors in times of peace.
The golden dragon on the wall banner looks strangely truncated, as if it has lost its legs and tail. Like Arthur's men, it has become disembodied: it is paralysed and going nowhere. Fortunately the kingdom did not come to an end through sheer boredom, for soon the fellowship became active in the search for the Grail.
The golden dragon on the wall banner looks strangely truncated, as if it has lost its legs and tail. Like Arthur's men, it has become disembodied: it is paralysed and going nowhere. Fortunately the kingdom did not come to an end through sheer boredom, for soon the fellowship became active in the search for the Grail.