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miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2022

DRAGON STUDY DAY - MMXXII UPDATE

 DRAGON STUDY DAY


Original song: Dragostea din tei (Love Beneath the Linden), O-Zone
Misheard lyrics, first translated by Miss Dermark on the 1st of June MMXV, updated by Miss Dermark on the 25th of November MMXXII


My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

Alone, salute, sit there... ooh, hi Duke!
See the rug? You be the man! Please mash the very Uchihas.

'Allo, 'Allo! Sit there, Picasso!
Damn that beep!
(beep beep, beep beep)
She's all unique:
Dark sideStenoCherNIMIC.

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon study day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!

"Too soon", said Spoon.
"Just eat... a comb!"
Alone, you'll be the man! Sit there, very Uchiha.

'Allo, 'Allo! Saint Arashi... Picasso!
Damn that beep!
She's all unique:
Dark sideStenoCherNIMIC.

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!
Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon study day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!
Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon study day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!


martes, 4 de febrero de 2020

VALENTINA ALZATI on MME. D'AULNOY IN THE VICTORIAN ERA

La mort du roi, père de Florine, provoque les protestations du peuple, qui tue la mauvaise reine et délivre la princesse. Une fois libre, elle se masque et part rechercher son amant. Auprès d’une fontaine, elle aide une fée qui lui donne des œufs magiques que Florine emploie pour surmonter de nombreux obstacles et arriver ainsi dans le royaume de Charmant. Non reconnue, elle se présente comme la vagabonde Mie-Souillon et elle fait des cadeaux magiques à Truitonne pour pouvoir dormir dans le palais, dans la chambre des Échos. Celle-ci est une pièce particulière car elle est directement reliée à la chambre du Roi. Florine passe deux nuits à chanter sa douleur dans ce lieu, mais le roi ne l’entend pas car il a pris de puissants narcotiques. Avant d’y passer la troisième nuit, Florine paie un valet de chambre afin qu’il ne donne pas les somnifères à Charmant. La dernière nuit, il peut finalement entendre son aimée et la reconnaître. Les deux amants se rencontrent et leur union est bénite par l’Enchanteur et la bonne Fée des Sources, tandis que Truitonne est transformée en truie, comme punition pour avoir séparé un couple destiné à rester uni.

....

Le style baroque qui caractérise la prose d’Aulnoy est plus spécialement évident dans ...,  la description des cadeaux que Florine donne à Truitonne afin de pouvoir dormir dans le palais de Charmant ...  Le traducteur abrège, donc, ces séquences afin de les rapprocher de modèles populaires.

La mise en relief du rôle plus actif de la femme dans le conte émerge de l’attitude de Florine lorsqu’elle part chercher son amant. Elle arrive au château de Charmant et – déguisée en Mie Souillon – échange des objets contre la possibilité de passer trois nuits dans la Chambre des Échos, d’où elle pourra murmurer au prince. Le plan pour reconquérir son amant atteint son but quand elle apprend que ce dernier avale de l’opium pour dormir et elle prie le valet de chambre de l’aider :

« Ma Mie-Souillon, savez-vous bien que, si le roi ne prenait pas de l’opium pour dormir, vous l’étourdiriez assurément ? Car vous jasez la nuit d’une manière surprenante. »

Florine ne s’étonna plus de ce qu’il ne l’avait pas entendue ; elle fouilla dans son sac et lui dit : « Je crains si peu d’interrompre le repos du roi, que si vous voulez ne point lui donner d’opium ce soir, en cas que je couche dans ce même cabinet, toutes ces perles et tous ces diamants seront pour vous. »

Dans la traduction en langue anglaise d'Edmond Dulac, Florine joue un rôle beaucoup plus actif, car elle utilise ses qualités féminines pour conquérir le valet de chambre de Charmant et le convaincre de ne pas donner au roi son narcotique : « She sought the Prince’s head valet, and made herself so charming to him that he lost his head altogether, and was more than willing to fulfil her lightest wish » [« elle chercha le valet de chambre principal du Prince, et elle fut si charmante qu’il perdit complètement la tête et il était plus que désireux d’accomplir tous ses désirs »]. L’ajout du dialogue qui suit cette séquence montre l’initiative de la fille et sa capacité de trouver la solution aux problèmes qui la tourmentent.

....

Le style des illustrations dans le volume reflète la conception du merveilleux de la fin du XIXe siècle. Les personnages, reconnaissables par leurs caractéristiques symboliques comme la beauté ou la laideur, portent des vêtements qui permettent de les lier à une époque ancienne mais précise : celle de Louis XIV. Cela se remarque surtout dans la première illustration du volume, celle pensée pour la rencontre entre Florine et Charmant. Cette manière de représenter les personnages permet de rapprocher l’album (de la Bibliothèque Bleue) du volume illustré par Rie Cramer. Cette même illustration permet de constater comment l’imprimeur désire innover des sujets anciens. Si le portrait de Charmant ne varie pas par rapport à celui présent dans des volumes plus anciens, le personnage de Florine se renouvelle profondément par rapport au passé. Cette variation nous aide à comprendre que la princesse est l'incarnation même du conte, vu que ses représentations changent dans le temps tout comme le texte du conte. La représentation de la deuxième rencontre des deux protagonistes, dans la tour (Fig.74) est placée à côté du moment de la transformation ... en prince. Elles permettent aux lecteurs adultes de confronter les deux types de mariage que le conte décrit. A gauche, la libre union du cœur ; à droite, le mariage forcé entre Truitonne et Charmant. Le mariage d’amour est un contrat privé entre deux personnes, tandis que le mariage arrangé est une affaire publique qui apporte des avantages aux deux membres. Cette considération s’adresse aux mères qui lisent les textes, tandis que la rencontre entre ... et la princesse est représentée de manière à ne pas heurter la sensibilité des plus jeunes.

Au-delà de la réécriture complète, il y a aussi d’autres formes qui manifestent les influences d’un hypotexte sur un hypertexte. En premier lieu, la citation. Citer le titre d’un ou de plusieurs contes de Mme d’Aulnoy dans une œuvre moderne signale la présence de cette auteure dans les souvenirs des lecteurs. Elle permet aussi de définir le contexte de l’œuvre moderne, qui s’enracine dans le passé des récits féeriques, suggérant aux lecteurs de chercher les différences et les ressemblances entre les deux genres. En deuxième lieu, l’allusion. Elle est « la référence à un texte connu qui permet d’établir une complicité avec le lecteur ». Tandis que la citation reprend les mots exacts inventés par un auteur, dans l’allusion l’écrivain reste beaucoup moins précis. Par exemple, dans le volume rédigé par Alphonse Daudet, Le roman du Chaperon Rouge (1903), l’auteur nomme le prince dont Chaperon Rouge tombe amoureuse : Charmant. ... Appeler un personnage « Charmant » permet, donc, à Daudet de faire allusion aux contes de Mme d’Aulnoy, mais aussi à une atmosphère liée au merveilleux classique. Ensuite, la reprise. Le terme décrit le phénomène qui s’obtient quand « l’auteur puise chez ses prédécesseurs un personnage ou un sujet et s’en approprie en les traitant à sa façon ».

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Un autre objet ... se prête bien à être modifié : le gâteau que la reine doit jeter aux lions afin de les apaiser et de pouvoir ainsi pénétrer dans le domaine de la Fée du Désert. Mme d’Aulnoy dédie très peu de lignes à la description de ce dessert : « il fallait leur jeter du gâteau fait de farine de millet, avec du sucre candi et des œufs de crocodiles ». Doyle traduit presque à la lettre ce passage, considérant la description comme suffisante pour véhiculer un sens de merveille. La situation change si on se tourne vers des pièces pensées, d’une manière plus spécifique, pour les enfants. La pauvreté de la caractérisation originale permet, en effet, aux auteurs pour l’enfance de créer des gâteaux à la recette très compliquée, comme celle d’une potion magique, ou d’un médicament, choses qui gardent encore beaucoup de mystère pour des jeunes spectateurs. C’est le cas de la pièce de Keating The Yellow Dwarf : a Fairy Extravaganza in one Act (1864), où la fée Alwaisatanda décrit ainsi le plat capable d’apaiser les lions, devenus un féroce dragon dans cette œuvre :

This cake of magic herbs […], so nice is,
That – what with sweetmeats, almonds, sugars, spices,
Narcotic, poppy-juice – the dragon will
Twelve hours require to sleep his feel.

Ce gâteau d’herbes magiques est si délicieux,
Qu’avec des bonbons, des amandes, des sucreries, des épices,
Du narcotique, du jus de pavot, le dragon dormira
Pendant douze heures.

 A mi-chemin entre potion magique et médicament, cette tarte parle à l’imagination des enfants, parce qu’elle contient beaucoup d’ingrédients. Si la recette est pensée pour un public de jeunes, il y a un élément qui émerge comme une aporie : l’allusion au narcotique que la reine emploie pour assurer le repos du dragon. Ce détail est lié à la culture de l’époque victorienne, où les drogues connaissent un très grand essor et les médicaments commencent à être de plus en plus diffusés. Il permet, en outre, de montrer comment le théâtre à domicile sait renouveler les pièces suivant les modes et les influences qui proviennent de l’extérieur afin d’habituer les enfants à leur vie d’adultes. Cette allusion a aussi une deuxième fonction : elle parle aux adultes afin de garantir à la pièce une plus grande popularité.


domingo, 16 de abril de 2017

MUKASHIBANASHI 7: TARO URASHIMA

MUKASHIBANASHI 7: TARO URASHIMA

Taro Urashima is the Japanese Rip van Winkle or Peter Klaus, who lives among the Pacific merfolk. Now more about these merfolk, and the fact that they're as close to dragons as they are to Norse mers or Mediterranean sirens and nereids, will be told below in the tale itself.

Mukashi mukashi, in a little coastal village on a little island, there lived a stripling by the name of Taro Urashima. He was a good-natured, kind-hearted lad, and no matter if he, like most of his countrymen, lived off the ocean as a fisherman catching fish and seafood in a little junk-like sailboat, he had a soft spot for all the various animal species that dwell in the vast Pacific. 
One bright summer morn, when about to set sail, he saw the three village bullies tormenting a green sea turtle which the tide had beached upon the shore. Now you may have noticed that not all boys are as friendly as they ought to be, and these three wicked brothers were the worst lads on the whole island, so they were beating on the poor beached turtle's carapace as if it were a drum, or trying to break it with beach pebbles, as one of them did, in fact. Who knows how old this reptile was --turtles can live for centuries!--, and how mournful a look she had in her eyes!
"Let the poor thing go!" Taro said, but the three bad boys kept on with their cruelty. So he kept on trying to coax them with friendly smiles, and even offering the bullies a pair of koban from his own savings; that settled it, the three brothers went away, and Taro put the free turtle in his boat and, after having calmed her on board, set her free in the middle of the ocean.
A few days after that, Taro got lost in a terrible storm, so far away from land that all he could see were leaden waves as high as mountain peaks with snow-crests of foam. He was still young and inexperienced, after all, and thus he had set sail without looking forwards at the ominous nimbus clouds. His sailboat was a tossing and turning nutshell, and soon it capsized, as it should, and the poor stripling was swallowed up by the waves only to cling to something hard, round, and with a plaque pattern that turned out to be a rather familiar carapace. In her beak, the turtle held a strand of algae, and she seemed to encourage Taro to consume it. So he put the algae to his lips, and, wincing slightly, swallowed it whole. Right then he began to be overcome by a strange drowsiness, and, as he fell asleep, he heard the turtle speak in his own language: "Please cling to my carapace tight, Taro Urashima."
Now Taro would have drowned and been torn away by the currents had he not clung that tightly to the turtle, and he felt that his kindness had been rewarded with such a life-saving deed, and, as he fell unconscious clinging to the turtle's carapace, she plunged back into the Pacific, fathoms below, with Taro on her back. The stripling did not drown, however; evidently, the algae he had ingested proved to be some kind of gillyweed that endowed him with underwater respiratory organs.
When Taro Urashima awoke he looked left and right, and wondered what ever had happened: he lay on a bed with a mattress of algae, in the midst of a bedchamber made out of brightly coloured coral; he doubted whether he was dead or alive. What's more, he was underwater, yet he could breathe saltwater and stay alive for some reason. Looking down, he saw the gills, like a blood-red collar, protruding on the sides of his throat. Various cetaceans (dolphins, orcas...), turtles, an octopus, a pair of puffers, and three maidens with gills and dragon tails --dragons from the waist downwards-- surrounded him in the bedchamber. Luminescent sea jellies lit up the chamber as lamps of cold, icy light.
Since childhood, Taro had, like many other children, heard of the Dragon Palace, the court of the dragons or merfolk. In Asia, unlike here in Europe, dragons are considered creatures of the water rather than fire; they live in both freshwaters and seas, they can turn human from the waist downwards as reptilian merfolk, or into green turtles... and their ruler, the Dragon Queen Otohime, keeps her court at a royal palace of colourful corals right in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Hither it was that Taro Urashima had been carried. So the Dragon Palace was not a folktale!
A shrill squeaking from the dolphins, like a cetacean fanfare, filled the bedchamber and in strode the loveliest maiden Taro had ever seen, also with a dragon's tail for legs and a collar of gills; but by the array of the pearl tiara and coral jewellery she wore, he recognized none other than the Queen herself.
Standing up to bow very low in her presence, Taro began to feel a little twinge in his chest as she approached.
"You saved Our life, Taro Urashima, when We were beached on your shore not long ago. As a token of Our gratitude, you are heretofore a guest of honour at Our court; an honour which few to no mortals have ever held."
"Th-th-thank... you..." a blushing, awkward Taro replied, not understanding why the lovely voice of Otohime and the look in her eyes, so reminiscent of the one she'd had as a turtle, made him feel at a loss for words. She clapped her dainty hands and more octopi entered, carrying a tray full of delicacies of sushi and algae in each of their arms. After the feast, all the courtiers --fish and turtles, dragons and cetaceans-- danced with one another in a ballroom full of luminescent jellies, and the Queen herself danced with her mortal guest, whom she had proclaimed to be her consort.
The next day, she gave the stripling a tour of her palace, showing him the turtles which the mer-dragons rode through the ocean, the rehearsals of the court's dolphin choir, the lovely lush anemone and algae gardens, and she led him to a garden arbour with four windows, each one oriented towards a different cardinal direction; the eastern window showed cherry blossoms and butterflies in springtime on land, the southern one a searing summer complete with loud chirps of cicadas, the western one the warm colours of the autumn maple woods, the northern one a winter landscape enchanting with snow and frost. In such a manner did the merfolk amuse themselves, since they could not live on land, by looking at what it was like through these enchanted windows.
There were also many different theatre plays and operas performed at the Dragon Palace, as they were at any mortal royal court on land; and a new show, which always was an exciting one, was put on every day.
Thus sped what seemed to be a week, or maybe a fortnight, among underwater courtly entertainments, when the stripling began to miss his good mother and friends back in his native village. Queen Otohime lent him one of her fastest turtles to take him to shore, as well as the antidote algae that would give the lad back his lungs, and the two consorts took their leave of one another with a warm kiss and a little lacquered casket, a tamatebako (what we here in Europe call a Pandora's box), for a keepsake with the obvious interdiction not to open it.
Now anyone should know that the greatest temptation when it comes to Pandora's boxes is to let the lid fly open. You cannot entrust such a box to anyone because the interdiction has the effect of making the longing for opening the box grow stronger and stronger until the lid is finally pried. Yet the gods, all over the world and across cultures, keep on giving away Pandora's boxes to mortals precisely for that reason.
When he had swallowed the seaweed that made him become human once more, Taro Urashima came in sight of his own shore... or was it his own shore? He might as well have said with the Ancient Mariner: "Is this the hill? Is this the shrine? Is this my old country?" Because a middle-sized town stood where his village should have been, yet he recognized the hills and the cliffs in its environs, and the local shrine, as those of his native community.
Upon landing, most of the faces that met his eye were strangers'. He asked for his mother left and right, and an aged man, about a century old, was the one to give him a reply: Mrs. Urashima had fallen seriously ill and died, her heart having ostensibly broken in twain, when her only boy Taro had not returned from the ocean on that stormy summer day ninety years ago.
Steeling himself, holding back the tears, Taro asked the old man: "Did Taro Urashima really never return?" And the aged one replies: "My lad, you are the spitting image of that young man... Last time I ever saw him, I remember, my brothers, bless their souls, and I were playing with... or rather bullying a beached turtle, and he coaxed us to leave it be in exchange for a pair of koban..."
So the old man was one of those three bad boys who had bullied Otohime on that bright summer morning... and it had been ninety years ago! Storming uphill to the shrine, looking all over the cemetery, and finding his mother's grave overgrown with moss, drying up his tears on the hard gravestone, the stripling realised that time sped far slower in the underwater realm of dragons than on land... Now there was no place left for him... The temptation to open the lacquered box could not be stronger. He counted to three and lifted the lid.
The casket was full of purple mist, or smoke, which Taro Urashima breathed in, as he rapidly weakened and aged into seniority, just like Walter Donovan in The Last Crusade
At this point, all sources differ when it comes to relating the end of his tale. Some say he finally crumbled into dust, just like Walter Donovan. Others relate that he lived on in his own birthplace as the local old madman, entertaining children with anecdotes of the century before during the decades he had left of his life. A third version, the one towards which I am the most inclined, states that he ran back down to shore and begged the Ocean Queen for his pardon; Otohime forgave him and fed him more gillyweed, and thus he returned to her coral palace as her consort, for the centuries to come.


REMARKS ON THIS TALE:
  • The Year-Inside-Hour-Outside chronology of magical lands is also mentioned in references to Celtic Fairylands and in Story the Third of Andersen's Snow Queen, with the good witch's garden of eternal springtime in which Gerda is kept for half a year: she enters in mid-springtime and does not leave until late autumn, around November. However, just like Rip van Winkle, Peter Klaus, or the Seven Sleepers of Norse lore, Taro Urashima is kept in the underwater realm of dragons for decades.
  • As for Asian dragons and their overlapping with merfolk, I explain it in the story itself. To give another example, seahorses are called "baby dragons" (tatsu no ko) in Japanese. The same I have said about dragons and merfolk goes for Pandora's boxes.
  • Juan Valera has retold this story in Spanish and made it quite popular in Spain.
  • The story, due to its Year-Inside-Hour-Outside premise, is one of the most frequently retold mukashibanashi, lending itself particularly well to science fiction, since in outer space, just like in the realm of merfolk, time moves at a far slower pace than on Earth. It's therefore also been used by serious physicists, in academia, to explain the theory of relativity to students.
  • "Urashima-jótai" (浦島状態) is a phrase used in popular culture to describe someone who has been left behind by the times, or otherwise rendered unaware of his changing environment. It can also be used describe someone who is unfamiliar with a formerly familiar surrounding, upon his return from an absence. Its Western equivalent is Odysseus syndrome / el síndrome de Ulises, obviously taken from the titular character's return to Ithaca in the Homeric Odyssey.
  • A Brazilian TV commercial for the airline Varig which aired in the late 60s and 1970 (as a promotion for Expo 70) did feature Taro as a fisherman who nursed a sick turtle - the retelling of the storyline was that he and the turtle ended up in Brazil and living among natives (with two mountain peaks resembling Sugarloaf and Urca Hill (landmarks of Rio de Janeiro), where he is marooned for the remainder of his life, aging into an elderly man (with imagery of Brazilian landscape including Iguaçu Falls). Despite his old age, one of the natives gives him a sealed box - he opens it where he experiences reverse aging and it has a Varig Airways boarding pass (plane ticket) - a second TV commercial has him back in Japan where he meets up with his relatives and back in his village until a tsurumaru transforms the village into a futuristic scenery - the landscape of the Expo 70 grounds. In both TV commercials, Varig Airlines was promoting its Rio de Janeiro to Tokyo international route.





martes, 6 de enero de 2015

DRAGON STUDYING DAY

DRAGON STUDYING DAY

Original song: Dragostea din tei (Love Beneath the Linden), O-Zone
Misheard lyrics, by Alexandra Margraviati... Primus Iunii MMXV


My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

Alone, salute, sit there... ooh, hi Duke!
See the rug? You be the man! Please mash the very Uchihas.

'Allo, 'Allo! Sit there, Picasso!
Damn that beep!
(beep beep, beep beep)
She's all unique:
Dark side, Steno, Cher, NIMIC.

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!

"Too soon", said Spoon.
"Just eat... a comb!"
Alone, you'll be the man! Sit there, very Uchiha.

'Allo, 'Allo! Saint Arashi... Picasso!
Damn that beep!
She's all unique:
Dark sideStenoCherNIMIC.

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!
Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

My, a he
my, a Who
my, a car
my, a... ha-ha!

Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!
Praise the pleasure, Numa, Numa, yay!
Numa, Numa, yay! Numa, Numa, Numa, yay!
Keep it down, Sir! Dragon studying day!
Me, I'm impressed, you OK pay!



miércoles, 9 de abril de 2014

MORE EAH : PATRIOTIC SPEECH ON QUEEN ANNE'S DAY

PATRIOTIC SPEECH ON QUEEN ANNE'S DAY

By Percival Hatter

Into Spanish by Eric Hatter

Canta, oh musa de los recargados ditirambos que con motivo de tan gloriciosa fiesta suelen recitarse en nuestras plazas y ventas, y aún en la corte misma. Canta a la poderosa Ana de rizos de medianoche. Ana la Poderosa, Ana la Grande, heroína de la patria y artífice de su exaltación...
Modestia aparte: no existe en todas las dimensiones punto del horizonte, lado del mundo, tierra, reino, lugar, región, provincia, o dilatada extensión de otra índole posible comparable al País de las Maravillas. Allí naciste plebeya, hija de militar y cantinera, pero recatada cual hija de reverendo (eso sí, parlera y ligeramente arisca, como nacida en cuartel que eras). Y, de pronto, dragones cubriendo el sol con sus alas, ejércitos enviados a la batalla, te quedaste huérfana y sola, prisionera de los imponentes reptiles. Les enseñaste a leer y escribir. Y les convenciste para que se sometieran a tu voluntad.
Te descubrió el regente. Y te llevó a la corte consigo, estando su hijo adoptivo aún soltero. Y entonces, Ana la provinciana, Ana la dragonera, fuiste bien pronto la reina de nuestras felices gentes. Prefiriendo la fuerza a la ciencia, te llevabas mal con tu consorte, el regente aún coronado. Ana la Dragonera y Robert el Zodíacos. Y el rubio mozo Florián... le encontraron hecho un eunuco en los bosques reales una tarde de otoño. Dicen nuestros enemigos que tú le emasculaste. Florián el Eunuco. Fuiste una madre severa para él, pero nunca una usurpadora. Y, cuando expiró por la infección de la enervante herida, nombró a sus tutores los sucesores suyos. Llevaste la guerra a Nunca Jamás y a los reinos del norte, y te dejaste el corazón en una partesana. Tres hijos varones y una hija tuviste: Dorián, René y Mikel, y Elsa, tu sucesora vilipendiada por los himnos que gracian tu fiesta cada año. Que la partesana que despachó la sangre de tu corazón nos inspire y proteja por los siglos de los siglos. ¡Viva!