Inktober Seven. Enchanted

To be freed from enchantment is also its own thing with intrinsic value.

You know—When Perceval found the Fisher King, and that grail  was brought out before him on a wheel or a tray of hors d’oeuvres ( no one really knows what from reading Chretien’s French vagueries ) Perceval failed to ask what he was even looking at. Or with whom Or what he might stand to lose for never asking. Perceval was a kid in that story. & the enchantment of the grail only released him when he became an old man—too crooked for romance.

After that he learned the simple value of a ‘grail’ filled up with water to bridge the gulf between his well and the garden hedges during dry spells when the land had finished giving angry men its magic. 

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