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The Ridere of Riddles

The Ridere of Riddles is a Scottish Saga collected by John Francis Campbell in Popular Tales of West Highlands. His fisherman/informant was named John MacKenzie who lived by Inverary.

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The Ridere of Riddles

Once upon a time there lived a king who married a great lady who sadly departed during childbirth of her first son. Later the king wed another woman and she birthed a son. Both sons lads grew up strong and tall. One day the new queen had an epiphany, that her son who was the second son of the king would not inherit the king’s kingdom when he passed on. Right then she schemed a plan to poison the king’s first son.

The queen ordered the royal cooks to poison the eldest son by mixing a lethal herb into the first son’s drink. The second son overheard the queen’s conversation about poisoning the first son so like a loyal brother, he revealed his mother’s wicked plan to his older brother. On the second evening the queen noticed the first son wasn’t dead from the venemous poison in his draught, so she directed the cooks to add more toxin to his drink.

Again the second son eavesdropped on her request to the cooks to add more poison to his eldest brother’s drink. He quickly revealed her plan to his first brother who would not drink the toxic draught. The eldest brother said, “If I stay in this house I have no doubt she will do for me some way or other, and the quicker I leave the house the better. I will take the world as my pillow, and there is no knowing what fortune will be on me.

His loyal younger brother said that he would accompany him, so they went to the stable each saddled their own horse and took their soles out of that.

The two brothers had not travelled far from their home when the first brother said,” There is no knowing if poison was in the drink at all, though we went away. Try it in the horse’s ear and we shall see.” The horse didn’t travel far before he keeled over dead!

“That horse was an old rattle bones anyway,” stated the eldest son. So the two brothers rode on the one horse for awhile, “But said he, “I can scarce believe that there is any poison in the drink; let’s try it on this horse.” They tried it on the second horse and it too dropped dead from the poison. It was late at night when they finished taking the hide off the dead horse to keep the brothers warm. By morning they awoke to twelve ravens had landed on the dead horse carcass to eat it. The twelve ravens quickly fell dead after eating some of the poisoned horse carcass.

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Next, they lifted and took the dead ravens with them and the first town they reached they gave the poisoned ravens to the baker, and asked him to bake a dozen pies from them. They took the twelve baked raven pies with them on their journey.About the mouth of night, when they were in a great thick forest, there came four and twenty robbers who forced them to deliver up their money-bags. The brothers lied and sid they had none only the raven pies that they were carrying with them.

“good is even meat!” cried the robbers, and they began to devour the raven pies when suddenly, they too dropped dead! To the brothers good fortune they decided to ransack the dead robber’s pockets and grabbed much gold and silver. They then journeyed forward until they reached the Knight of Riddles.

The house of the Knight of Riddles was in the finest place in that country, if one thought his home was pretty his daughter was even prettier. She was served by twelve inaldens, only they were not as attractive as the Knight of Riddles’ daughter. The only man that was allowed to wed her was the man that would ask a riddle to the knight that he could not solve. The two brothers asked The Knight Of Riddles to solve their riddle. “One killed two, and two killed twelve, and twelve killed four and twenty, and two got out of it;” and they were to be encircled with great honour and majesty until the riddle was solved by the Knight of Riddles.

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The Ridere tried very hard to guess the riddle but he could not guess it. One day of days one of his daughter’s handmaiden asked him to tell her the question. He took her plaid from her and let her go, but he told her nothing. Each day after one maiden per day asked him to tell them the riddle so they may solve it. Each day the knight said “No!”

The last maiden said to the last one that no creature had the answer to the riddle but his master down below. Finally one day the Ridere’s very pretty daughter went to the eldest brother and asked him to tell her the riddle. She was so lovely that he couldn’t refuse her, and told her but he kept her plaid. The Knight of Riddles sent for him, and gave him the answer to the riddle. Then the knight gave the brother two choices, one to lose his head, or to be sent adrift in a chaotic boat without food or drink, without scoop or oar. 

The older brother then gave the Ridere another riddle “Myself and my gillie were one day if the woods shooting. My gillie fired at a hare, and she fell and he took her skin off, and let her go.” “and so he did to twelve, he took their skins off and released them.” “Next came a great fine hare, and I myself fired at her, and took her skin off and the released her.” The Ridere said”Indeed thy riddle is not hard to solve my lad.” The knight knew the lad realised that the knight had not really solved his riddle just guessed the answer.

 So he gave him his daughter to wed, to make him hold his peace, and they made a great hearty wedding that lasted a day and a year. The youngest one went home now that his brother had got so well on his way, and the eldest brother gave him every right over the kingdom that was at home.

Now there were near the march of the kingdom of the Knight of Riddles three giants, and they were always murdering and slaying some of the knight’s people, and taking spoil from them. On a day of days the Knight of Riddles said to his son-in-law, that if the spirit of a man were in him, he would go to kill the giants, as they were always bringing such losses on the country. Well, so it was, he went and he met the giants, and he came home with the three giants’ heads, and he threw them at the knight’s feet.

“Thou art an able lad doubtless, and thy name hereafter is the Hero of the White Shield.” The name of the Hero of the White Shield went far and near.

Meanwhile, the brother of the Hero of the White Shield had wandered afar in many countries, and after long years had come to the land of the giants where the Hero of the White Shield was now dwelling, and the knight’s daughter with him. His brother came and he asked to make a coverage or fight as a bull with him. The men began at each other, and they took to wrestling from morning till evening. At last and at length, when they were tired, weak, and spent, the Hero of the White Shield jumped over a great rampart, and he asked the stranger to meet him in the morning. This leap put the other to shame, and he said to him, “Well may it be that thou wilt not be so supple about this time tomorrow. The young brother now went to a poor little bothy that was near to the house of the Hero of the White Shield, tired and drowsy, and in the morning they dared the fight again. And the Hero of the White Shield began to go back, till he flipped back into a river. “There must be some of my blood in thee before that was done to me.” “Of what blood art thou ?” said the youngest. “‘Tis I am the son of Ardan, great King of the Albann.” ” ‘Tis I am thy brother.” It was now they knew each other. They gave luck and welcome to each other, and the Hero of the White Shield now took him into the palace, and she it was that was pleased to see him-the knight’s daughter. He stayed a while with them, and after that, he thought that he would go home to his own kingdom and when he was going past a great palace that was there he saw twelve men playing at shinny over against the palace. He thought he would go for a while and play shinny with them, but they were not long playing shinny when they fell out, and the weakest of them caught him and shook him as he would a child. He thought it was no use for him to lift a hand amongst these twelve worthies, and he asked them to whom they were sons. They said they were children of the one father, the brother of the Hero of the White Shield, who had not been heard of for many years. “I am your father,” said he; and he asked them if their mother was alive. They said that she was. He went with them till he found the mother, and he took her home with him and the twelve sons; I don’t know but that his offspring are kings on Alba till this very day.

 

Source and Reference:

*Campbell, J. F. (1860). Popular Tales of the West Highlands (NLS:EGBC). Vol. I–IV. Edmonston and Douglas.

*Raven illustration by Arthur Rackham (Public Domain)

*Scottish Knight illustration (Public Domain)

Spring’s Tantalizing Tulip

Spring has arrived even if you dwell in a cooler climate, instead of April showers you may experience an April snowfall. Be grateful anyways, the soil is thirsty and moisture is the kiss of life to our beautiful planet or ginormous, green turtle if you read the late Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books. I really enjoyed them and if you have some time read them. Mr. Pratchett’s books are very imaginative and fun.

There are a large number over a hundred various types from solid vibrant colors to stunning tricolor tulips, star shaped Tulips to Tulip parrot heads.

Tulip farm in Holland in Public Domain

Over a thousand years ago, Tulips were cultivated in Turkey. Later in the early seventeenth century Tulip bulbs were traded to the Dutch who made an industry which helped finance their country and become their National flower.

Hans Christian Andersen wrote an 1835 Fairy Tale about a wee sprite named Thumbelina who was birthed from a Tulip.

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Tulips in Dutch Flowerlore:

Once A lovely young woman had three knights competing for her hand in marriage.

The first knight gifts her a crown of fame.

The second knight gifts her a sword of power.

The third knight gifts her property and gold.

The young woman can not choose which knight to marry, so she asks the Queen of flowers to change her into a flower instead of her choosing one of the three knights.

The gracious Queen flower morphs her into a beautiful red and gold Tulip where she has a crown as a flower, the sword becomes a leaf and the gold given by the third knight transforms into a bulb.

Note: This type of Tulip mentioned by Patti Wigington is known as the Leen Van Der Mark plant it in your windowsill box or in a pot near your front door will protect your home from thieves.

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Tulips are known to aid in grounding, gratitude and strengthen a broken heart.

Practical tips for Tulips:

They may be used for beauty and relaxation by adding a few drops of Tulip essential oil to your bath water and soak for approx. twenty minutes.

DIY your own body spray with some spring water and a few drops of Tulip oil in a clean spray bottle. Next spritz on or around your body to help increase your allure and enhance your aura.

The Tulip aligns with love goddesses such as Aphrodite, Freya and Venus much like the Rose in myths.

So enjoy your Spring.

Remember to plant some Tulip bulbs in Autumn to ensure they grow up in the Spring. Tulips also look tantalizing in your favorite vase. Whatever way you choose knights or not, behold the beauty of Tulips!

Source & References:

  • Patti Wigington Learn Religions website online.
  • Tess Whitehurst “The Magic of Flowers.” copyright 2013 Llewellyn Publishers NY.
  • Spiritualism online