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Imagine a teacher like Wayne Dyer or Eckhert Tolle trying to elucidate eastern philosophy back in the days of Sir Lancelot.
Lancelot’s Grail is a novel about two siblings’ journey to enlightenment after they discover Sir Lancelot living as a hermit and uncover his knowledge of the Holy Grail.
Alura and Frith, abandoned at an abbey as children, have grown up in social isolation and are desperate for a new life.
Sir Bedivere, desolate over the knights’ abandonment of the Round Table after the fall of Camelot, has come up with a plan.
Sir Lancelot, abandoned by his once-adoring public, has found enlightenment while living as a hermit.
Their lives converge when Frith leads Sir Bedivere to Lancelot’s hermitage. There, they learn that Lancelot has found the Holy Grail – within himself. Bedivere tries, without success, to persuade Lancelot to come help him rebuild the Knights of The Round Table. After Bedivere departs, Frith begs Lancelot to teach him, hoping to become a knight. Soon Alura joins them, hoping to snare herself a husband.
Lancelot, torn between a desire to be left alone and an obligation to pass his knowledge on, agrees to teach them, but soon realizes that everyone simply wants to use him. Yet, seeing the spark of awareness growing in Alura and Frith, he persists and leads them on a quest to penetrate the barriers in themselves that keep them from attaining the Grail.
Then Alura falls in love with Lancelot and incites an angry mob. Bedivere urges Lancelot to flee, but Lancelot stays, struggling to finish his work with Alura and Frith in the little time he has left.
Under Lancelot’s tutelage Alura and Frith come of age, but the ideas presented in Lancelot’s Grail invite the reader to reconsider what coming of age really means.
Visit the Lancelot’s Grail web site to read a discussion with the author on the inspiration for both novels and sample chapters of Lancelot teaching Alura and Frith.
The August sun burned pleasant, evaporating any memory of the dark years. The sun was gold, the lawns were green and all the abbey gardens were abundant.
Alura was gathering rosemary and shallots in the herb garden near the Abbot’s kitchen. She noticed her brother Frith crossing the distant vegetable gardens. He seemed to be playfully following the path of a sunbeam that capered in rhythm to the sway of tall trees. Where it veered from the walkway into the garden he ran after it, performing gawky leaps over the rows of vegetables.
Monks hoeing the beans and peas kept their eyes on the plants and pretended not to see that he crossed their rows instead of following the longer path around. Alura laughed. Frith had been the Abbot’s personal attendant since he was a child and had a habit of doing whatever he wanted. Although he was grown now, the monks still indulged him.
Frith was making his way toward the Abbot’s kitchen, where Alura had worked since her own childhood. Although the Abbey of St. Benignus wasn’t a mixed house – all of the monastics were male – women were employed in the kitchens as cooks, bakers, and chefs. Assisted by younger monks, they prepared magnificent banquets and sumptuous feasts for the Abbot’s guests. All but one of the women were married and lived in the nearby village – only Alura was single. She lived on the abbey grounds in a converted storeroom.
St. Benignus was located not far off the old Roman road. A small village with a market and a few tradesmen had grown around it. Travelers would stable their animals at the livery, and then inevitably ask where they could secure a meal and a night’s sleep. The liveryman would shrug and point them toward the abbey.
Alura oft heard the Abbot say he wasn’t in the business of running an inn; he was busy running a house of God. But safe places to take refuge along the road being rare, he thought it his Christian duty to offer accommodation to those who sought it.
Alura turned back to her task. She was pulling a few more shallots when Frith dashed up and pinched her. Alura emitted a startled squeal and whirled to slap him, but Frith caught her wrist in his hand and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Alura glanced around quickly before embracing him. “Hello, little brother.”
“Not so little; I am now taller than you.”
“And none the wiser for it. Suppose someone had seen you do that.”
“Well you do it to me.”
“Not when anyone might see. I suppose you’ve come to tell me about the knight?”
“Knight! What knight?”
“The liveryman’s wife says a knight has come, all bright and shiny in polished armor. The knight has left him care of a handsome steed.”
“And is the knight handsome as well?”
Alura dimpled. “I haven’t seen him.”
“But you will.”
“Oh yes! I’ll arrange to be in the dining hall when the Abbot brings him to sup.”
“What if he’s married?”
“What if he’s not?”
Just then Ethelburg, one of the kitchen ladies, poked her head out of the door. “Alura!”
Alura turned and held up her basket. “Just gathering shallots and herbs for the morrow.”
“Is that Frith with you?”
“She has poor eyes,” Frith said. “Tell her no.”
“He has just come,” Alura said.
“Frith!” Ethelburg said, “The Abbot is looking for you.”
“I have finished my duties for the day,” Frith said.
“That may be, but he wants you back.”
Touching Alura’s sleeve, Frith said, “Let me see what he wants. I will return as soon as I may.”
“Don’t hurry. I have to finish preparing supper before they will let me free.”
“Frith!” Ethelburg called. “It’s not tomorrow he wants you. It’s now!”
Frith walked toward the building. “Coming, Madame.”
“Wait, for me,” Alura said.
Visit the Lancelot’s Grail web site to read additional sample chapters of Lancelot teaching Alura and Frith.