Three teenagers and a nice old horse with excessively long names recreate an ancient legend along with a prince who has great eyebrows after the brutal murder of their father and their mother’s marriage to a goose man.
An illustration of Moril’s portrait as displayed in Tannoreth Palace from The Crown of Dalemark.
[The] portrait that truly fascinated her… was called 'Unknown Minstrel Boy’ and she kept wishing she knew more about him. He was probably about her own age and he had red hair -which Maewen had always secretly wanted for herself- with the paleness that always goes with such hair. He was rather richly dressed in dark maroon satin, so either he was a very good minstrel or a young aristocrat posing as one. Good minstrel, Maewen decided. It was in the way his pained eyes met yours and yet looked away, full of thoughts and knowledge and strong sadness… The minstrel boy had his hand dreamily wrapped across the cwidder, half hiding the strange old lettering inlaid in the front.
(With apologies to anyone who actually understands textiles and musical instruments, how they work and what they look like.)
An adorable child is turned into a hardened revolutionary due to an unfortunate encounter with a cow and a tax collector. He later becomes a friend of the gods after kidnapping two royal brats and stealing their pies and boat.
Oh right! So as I was rereading Cart and Cwidder before, I copied down all the descriptions of songs in the story. If anyone wants to use this information to make a Dalemark Quartet fansong, I would love you forever.
I also added some mentions of what things/people in the story look like, in case anyone wants reference for fanart/cosplay?/etc. This is only for Cart and Cwidder, sorry, but please feel free to reblog and add other reference notes for the rest of the series if you like!
Also note, this does contain spoilers if you haven’t read all of Cart and Cwidder.
Although I love BASICALLY EVERYONE in the Dalemark series, Brid is one of my favourites, for her confidence and her determination, and I was thoroughly delighted to find out what happened to her in Crown of Dalemark and the glossary.
The old nurse calls Moril “my duck” and I’m smiling because foreshadowing. You know, I think it WAS good to read Spellcoats first. I wouldn’t do it every time, but it does make it more fun every time mythology comes up, or little references like this.
His head was full of grand things, journeys, flights, fighting, and the magic North of once-upon-a-time. Kialan was the everyday world with a vengeance. Moril felt as if he had a foot on two different worlds, which were spinning apart from one another. It was not a pleasant feeling.