Why do guns have girls’ names? It’s a silly question because gun itself is a girl’s name. So far as anybody can tell (and theories vary), the very first gun in history was a cannon in Windsor Castle. A document from the early fourteenth century mentions Una magna balista de cornu quae vocatur Domina Gunilda , which means ‘a large cannon from Cornwall which is called Queen Gunhilda’. Gunhilda is a girl’s name and the usual shortening of Gunhilda is Gunna . So far as etymology can tell, every gun in the English - speaking world is named after that one gunna in Windsor Castle: the Queen Gunhilda.
The Secret Weapon
“Raphael,” I say weakly. “There’s a secret—”
One of the goons hits me, a sudden punch into my stomach, and my
breath whooshes out. I feel like I’m suffocating.
I glance up. Raphael unsheathes his sword, his eyes lit with silver, but
Wrythe already has a dagger pressed to my throat. The knife edges into my
skin.
“Step any closer, and she dies,” he tells Raphael.
“This is over, Wrythe,” Raphael says evenly. “Let her go.”
Wrythe pauses for a few seconds. “I am merely doing my job,
protecting my people from a dangerous traitor.”
“Nia is an Avalon Steel Knight. She’s done more for our cause than any
of you—”
“Enough!” Wrythe raises his voice, his knife digging into my throat.
“You want to do this here? Very well. Let’s talk about your precious Avalon
Steel Knight. Where’s Tarquin?”
“Right here.” He steps up beside me and shoots me a disdainful look.
Wrythe eases the knife from my throat but presses it against my back,
just next to my spine. “You’ll have your chance to talk here, mongrel,” he
hisses in my ear, “but if you attempt to interrupt me before I have my say, I
will ram my knife through your ribs so fast, you won’t get a single syllable
out.”
Hatred roils through my veins. I’ll wait for my chance, and then I’ll tell
Raphael and the rest everything. I’ll risk a stabbing to get the truth out.
And then Tarquin turns and reaches his arm back to bring another
woman forward, and my heart sinks.
Mom.
She looks put together, for once. Her hair is dyed blonde, her makeup is
perfect. Someone’s been looking after her.
I have no idea what she’s doing here, but I know it’s not good.
“Let her go,” I blurt. “She’s got nothing to do with this.”
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The Avalon Tower and Camelot
Tana hands me another cup of tea. “Almost there, love.”
“To Camelot?”
She nods. “It was once part of Cornwall, you know, until the king of
Wessex invaded. The rulers of Camelot used magic to hide it. Some say it
was Merlin himself, protecting Camelot from his oak tree. Some say he
doesn’t die.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin.
Around us, the river narrows. On either side, stone and timber frame
buildings crowd the riverbanks. A thin fog hangs over them, tinged by rosy
morning light. Gas lamps lend an ochre glow to the mist. This place really
feels like stepping back in time.
“How come no one knows about Camelot?” For some reason, I’m
whispering.
“It’s secret, of course.” She smiles at me. “That’s what makes it a
perfect place for spies. Only permitted ships can enter.” She sighs. “This
river is haunted, you know. I can feel it. A long time ago, the Fey used to
cut off people’s heads and throw them in the river, and now, I can hear their
spirits whispering.”
A shiver runs through me. “Oh.” I can almost hear their whispers
myself. “I didn’t know the Fey once lived close to humans.”
Tana smiles faintly. “Oh, yes, in peace for a while.” She cocks her ear at
the water, as if listening to something, then shrugs. “They named the tower
after the old Fey kingdom, Avalon.” Tana smiles wistfully. “In some parts of
Camelot, you can still find the roads and temples built by the Pendragon
kings long ago. The Pendragon walls encircle the city, hundreds of feet
high. A few hundred years ago, we stopped putting severed heads on the
city gates, you’ll be pleased to know. At least, I’m pretty sure we stopped.”
I clear my throat. “I’m glad to hear it.” That’s twice now she’s
mentioned severed heads.
“Our academy dates back to the Roman occupation of Britain. You’ll
learn all about it soon
"Rivayete göre, 1884'te Bodmin Kırları'nda bir Altın Snitch tam altı ay boyunca yakalanamamış, bunun sonucunda iki takım da Arayıcı'larının zayıf performanslarından yaka silkerek oyunu bırakmıştır. Bölgeyi bilen Cornwall'lı büyücüler, o Snitch'in hâlâ kırda yabanıl bir hayat sürdüğünde ısrar ediyorlar, ancak henüz bu iddiayı doğrulayabilmiş değilim."
Tarihte bir çok mitolojik topluluk, Karn'ı boynuz anlamında kullanmış, bulundukları yerlere de Karn ismi vermişlerdir. Öncelikle kuzeyde, İskandinav bölgelerinde, Karn ismine daha çok rastlıyoruz. Bu bölgedeki 0 isimleri şöyle toparlayabiliriz:
Qoornoq (Grönland), Cernunnos (Britanya), Careni, Corinion, Crinan, Cerones, Carnonaco, Cornwealas (Bri-Thtanya), Cornavi (Galler), Creone, Carnone, Cerini, Cor-nabi, Cernach, Cruithen (İskoçya), Carnutes (Galya), Coriondi (İrlanda), Corannied (Britanya). Britanya'da Cornwall, yine boynuz anlamına gelen Corenius'dan adını almıştır. Kelt dili Kernevetçe'de Cornwall Kernow - ya da Kernuak olarak kullanılmaktadır.
"Cornwall Kralı'nın oğlu Tristan, arncasının nişanlısı Prenses Isolde'yi almaya gönderilir ama dönüş yolunda Tristan, Isolde'ye aşık olur. Operanın başındaki viyolonsel ve obuanın güzel düeti ikisinin aşkının motifıdir."
Sayfa 22 - Doğan Kitap
