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we_love_smudger, have you ever read Ivanhoe?

I was already thinking it was probably the best fun thing I've ever had to read for work-related purposes when who should show up and save the day in the final chapter but the Earl of Essex! And now Gary Neville is running around Sherwood Forrest with King Richard and Robin Hood and I am NEVER going to be able to write a sensible essay on this.....

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[dyddgu.livejournal.com]

He should so have married the Jewish girl whose name escapes me now, but was Liz Taylor in the film...

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

By the time I read the end I was in the frame of mind where I figured Rowena and Rebecca would have been happiest with each other (even their names match, see, it's fate!) which would have left Ivanhoe free to persue King Richard...

But that's just me.

[dyddgu.livejournal.com]

*grins* My readings are soooo boringly hetero! ;-)

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

well but honestly, listen to this between the two girls. Rowena has asked Rebecca to move in instead of going into excile with the Jews:

"Thy speech is fair, lady," said Rebecca, "and thy purpose fairer; but it may not be - there is a gulf betwixt us. Our breeding, our faith, alike forbid us to pass over it. Farewell - yet, ere I go, indulge me one request. The bridal-veil hangs over thy face; raise it, and let me see the features of which fame speaks so highly.

"They are scarce worthy of being looked upon," said Rowena; "but, expecting the same from my visitant, I remove the veil."

She took it off accordingly, and partly from the consciouness of beauty, partly from bashfullness, she blushed so intesnsely that cheek, brow, neck, and bosom, were suffused with crimson. Rebecca blushed also, but it was a momentary feeling, and mastered by higher emotions, past slowly from her features like the crimson cloud, which changes colour when the sun sinks beneath the horizon.

"Lady," she said, "the countenance you have deigned to shew me will long dwell in my rememberance." [...] She stopped short - her eyes filled with tears.

And then she gives Rowena a gift of jewelery.

I might be making up the Ivanhoe/Richard thing for my own perverse pleasure, but... well, that's as spelled out as anything in Jane Austen.