Oh, here it is; surprisingly quick, but it's been a slow week. I'm off to watch my friend's very first concert tonight, so I thought I might as well do it now, because I probably won't have time later on!
Watching this, I realized that I'd never seen this episode before! Gosh, how could that happen?? Anyway, I've made up for it now!
Oh, today in my Literature-class, something... interesting happened. We where reading an old folk song called 'Ebbe Skammelsoen', which is about these two brothers who are both in love with the same lady. Anyway, the story goes that the oldest son (Ebbe) was a cloth-maker, working for the king. In the king's court he meets the lovely Lady Lucelille, who he falls in love with. She agrees to marry him, but his younger brother (Peter) who is a carpenter, becomes jealous and tells the Lady Lucelille that Ebbe has died. She then agrees to marry Peter instead. Ebbe returns just as they are about to hold a feast for the newly-betrothed couple, and he is of course, heartbroken. When the night is over, the entirety of the guests follow the soon-to-be bride to her new chambers. Ebbe leads the way, holding a candle, and he is also the last to leave (as is tradition). When they are alone in her chambers, he asks Lucelille how she can marry Peter and she answers that she loves Peter as much as she once loved Ebbe, and that she will always be a friend to him, no matter what. Ebbe does not like this, and tells her that he will kill his brother, so that they can run away together. He draws his sword to do just this, but Lucelille stops him; she says that if he kills Peter, she will never forgive him, as she loves Peter intensly. And then Ebbe stabs Lucelille and kills her.
He then walks back to the part of the feast that is still going on, and lures his brother away, killing him also. As a punishment, he is driven out of the village and ends his days as an outlaw.
Okay, I didn't mean to ramble. I just found it really, really interesting, considering that this is a piece of Danish literature dating back to almost 800 BC. I do realize that probably a lot of old romance-tales are like this, but the parallels are extremely eye-catching in this one. I'll have to find out if it's been translated into English somewhere (:
Anywho, onwards with what I was actually supposed to be posting!
( 'Smells like rose-petals.' )