To my most dredfull and Sovereigne lige Lord, I youre humble lige beseche to yowre Hyness to have in remembrance my comyng to yowre worshipful presence into York of my free will, […]
the seed of Abraham
But wete ye wel whan ye are past this lodgynge / I shalle hurte you and I may / for ye slewe my fader traitourly / But fyrst for the loue of my lord sir Tor / and for the loue of sir Lamorak the honourable Knyght that here is lodged ye shal haue none ylle lodgynge / For hit is pyte that euer ye shold be in the company of good Knyghtes
At Imbolc, the goddess is transformed from her aged, winter aspect as the Hag, veiled in black, carrying her black rod of barreness as Hela, guardian of the mysteries of death and the Underworld.
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