‘The Abbess’ Tale,’ from The Witch’s Book of Fairytales by Yvonne Owens
‘Raymond spies on Melusine and discovers her secret.’ Roman de Mélusine, c. 1401-1500, Français
24383, f. 19v, Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits.
Abstract
The Witch’s Book of Fairytales collection has pilfered from various sources for its
contents. It includes some traditional, multi-cultural fairytales and lore (in original
retellings) and some completely original (new) tales. They have one thing in common
however; they are all told from an alternative or underground perspective -- that of the
‘exoticised Other,’ which is to say the succubus or fairy, the transgressive woman, or
Witch. ‘The Abbess’ Tale’ of Part 1 relates the well-known story of Melusine, the
enlightened shape shifter and Witch, as well as referencing some other Celtic tales of the
divine feminine. Her story was crafted into that of Elaine of the Ways, builder of cities
and roads, an early Welsh tale that synthesizes stories of the boon-granting Witch Queen
with the coming of the Romans into Britain. The construction of King Arthur’s purpose
in founding the Code of Chivalry among his courts portrayed in this tale -- though
sounding surprisingly ‘modern’ in its feminist and ecological leanings -- is taken from the
anonymously-penned 13th-century introduction (called ‘The Elucidation’) to Chretien de
Troyes’ Conte du Graal.
THE ABBESS’ TALE
The travelers guided their mounts along the faint wagon track. Snow was
beginning to fill the shallow ruts, making their path all but invisible. The leafless trees
bent down toward them, clutching at their hair and garments with spiny fingers,
scratching at their faces in the fitful wind. The trees thinned, then gave way to windswept fields and meadows that rolled like a white sea. Drifts of snow were piled in
waves over the barren ground. Winter was upon them, having chased them from the
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North Country. It had overtaken them at York, and now the lights of the abbey in the
distance beckoned them with warmth and shelter. Dry beds awaited them, which -though chaste and narrow in their virginal austerity -- would yield against their tired
limbs in delicious softness. They would seem luxurious as the great beds of voluptuous
princes, compared to the freezing ground.
The horses picked up their pace. They had scented the abbey stables, and had
their own equine expectations of clean hay and adequate feed. Their riders had no need
of whips or goads to hasten them along the track. They came to a halt before the great
double doors in the abbey’s outer wall, just as the wind began to whine and the snow
began to fly with a vengeance. The first among them rang the bell-pull and, after a time,
a panel slid open in one of the great oak doors. They could see no one, but a woman’s
voice inquired, “who comes to the abbey of the grail?”
“We are three travelers, a knight, a devout hermit and a lady, come lately from
north of the wall. We are journeying to the court of King Mark in the south. We are
able to pay you for your hospitality.”
“No payment is necessary, only an offering for the Lady of the Grail. Enter and
be welcome,” said the voice, and they heard the bars lifted within, and the locks drawn
back. Their guide led them to the inner courtyard, where grooms took their mounts away
to be fed and watered. After the travelers had satisfied their hunger with a simple but
generous repast, and had soaked away the weary miles in the ancient, steamy, spring-fed
baths for which the abbey was famous, they settled down to hear the Abbess recite from
her ample store of miracles and tales. For these, she also was justly famous.
“From the time of the first people, this shrine has been revered. The sacred spring
of Ana was here long before the blessed son came among us from his birthplace in the
East. It is meet that the mother precede the son, is it not? This was a holy site, a temple
of the virgin in the times of the Roman occupation. And even before that, it was the holy
precinct of she we call Elaine of the Ways. Yet earlier, long before the Druid priestesses
worshipped here in their sacred grove, the fairy folk built their mounds to house their
queens and royal consorts in the otherworld. They too worshipped at this well. It may
come as a surprise to you that the fairy folk revered the virgin Mother, but the gods work
in mysterious ways. We sisters of this abbey model ourselves after the nine maidens of
the island of women, who tend the waters of life and keep the eternal flame. We are the
Sisters of Perpetual Devotion.
“Perhaps you have heard of the miracle working waters here. I need not tell you
of the wonders, nor of the healing miracles, nor of the many visions the blessed virgin
granted those who come as pilgrims. The sacred spring first came from the earth when
the three Marys came to Britain to teach the mysteries, and wheresoever they stepped,
streams and rivers and springs sprang forth. Mary the mother of God, Mary the Egyptian
and Mary Magdalene came to this island after their sojourn in France, in their little ship
from the East. The penitent Mary Magdalene founded this abbey. That is why so many
of our sacred waters are named for Her.
“When this spring first bubbled out of the rock a great radiance was seen and
people traveled from miles around to find its source. When they came close enough, they
saw a beautiful, shining woman in the midst of the pool, seated on a stone. She possessed
a tail like a fish and she sang in a surpassingly sweet voice which healed and counseled
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all who heard. She played a silver harp as she sang and all who saw her were healed of
whatever ailed them.
“When rude and violent men of war came through the land, raping and pillaging
the shrines and reliquaries, she and all the other maidens of the wells retired from view
and can only rarely be seen nowadays, by those in a special state of grace or dire need.
From time to time they send delegations to the court of the king, but they stay veiled and
hidden from the view of profane men. It is for these pure maidens that King Arthur
maintains chivalry throughout the land. When honor is fulfilled then the land shall be
healed, and the maidens of the wells shall come forth once more, offering succor and
healing to all who pass.
“The great queen, Melusine, Builder of Cities, and ancestress of the great House
of Dole was one of the maidens of the sacred wells. Though few now remember, the
story is told that the Duke Raymond had fought and killed his cousin in battle, whom he
had not recognized until he lifted the helm of the slain man. Sick in mind, heart and spirit
-- and grievously wounded in body from the fray -- he came to the pool in the forest
where Melusine sat upon her rock. He sank to his knees at the edge of the pool, where
the nixie was singing and playing her harp. Seeing a traveler in need, she brought to him
her cup of blessings, that he may drink and be healed. But Raymond was so far gone in
grief that he could not drink, could not be succored, could not be healed of his pain.
“The nixie was a holy woman and felt such pity for him that she came onto the
land and grew legs. She lay with him among the rushes at the edge of the pool, and so -with love -- healed his deep wounds. When he had regained his right mind and was able
to look forward again, toward life, Raymond swore that he loved the maiden and would
marry her. She loved him also, so she agreed -- on one condition. He must never disturb
her in the privacy of her bath of the Sabbath Eve, for at these times Melusine would
resume her real form.
In her great golden bathtub, in the privacy of her chamber, she would lay in the
crystal waters and sing her devotions, for it was only at such times that her Otherworldly
singing voice could be heard. Her great, blue-green fish tail would lash and beat the clear
waters into a froth, and she could indulge her true nature, in her own true element, for just
one night. In those early days when the Sabbath was Saturn’s day, Friday was the Lady’s
Day, the Sabbath Eve. Friday was named for Melusine’s divine patron and protector,
fish-tailed Aphrodite, the aspect of the Mother called Freya by the Norsemen. In Her
honor men still eat fish upon her sacred day.
“Duke Raymond agreed to this condition, for it seemed a small thing and he loved
the maiden with all his heart. And so they were wed and she bore him four sons, each of
whom bore the marks of divinity as some holy disfigurement or magical sign. But as is
often the case when two lovers love truly and with a visible, shining passion, jealousy
began to stalk them. Raymond’s brothers, distrusting the Duke’s devotion to Melusine,
began to question her origins, her motives and her lineage. They said she gave birth to
monsters.
‘Where does she come from?’ they badgered him, ‘Who are her people? How do
you know she isn’t a demon, come to steal your life and your kingdom from you?
There’s something strange about her and her sons. Their eyes are different, they are
Otherworldly, changelings... Why are you not allowed to witness her at her bath on the
Sabbath Eve? Does she then revert to her demon’s shape?’
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The Duke’s brothers never rested from casting their suspicions, for secretly they
resented the close bond the King shared with his Queen and were jealous of the influence
she brought to bear on the kingdom, where -- under her guidance --the arts and sciences
flourished, gardens and orchards bore beautiful fruit, well watered by aqueducts and
canals. None went hungry with Melusine as chatelaine, and her great cities thrived.
“Finally the Duke agreed, with his brothers, to spy upon his wife on the Sabbath
Eve. As one by one the Duke and his two brothers pressed their eyes to the keyhole, they
witnessed an amazing sight, for there lay Melusine, in her bath, her lower limbs
transformed into a great aquatic tail that shone with blue-green scales, and the room was
filled with the beautiful sound of her unearthly singing. It was the fabled singing of a
Maiden of the Wells, which healed and restored all who heard it. And it restored the
Duke and his brothers from their dark suspicions for, certainly, there was nothing evil in
the sight of Melusine at her bath.
In an instant, they knew they had been
wrong. Instead of a demon it was a
beautiful and natural spirit they
witnessed -- that same nixie whom
Raymond had recognized as his own true
salvation. But it was too late. Melusine
had heard their cries of wonder and
knew herself to have been discovered in
her magical state. With a cry of pain and
betrayal she rose from her golden bath,
great glistening webbed wings rising
from her shoulders. She flew from the
window and entered the wind. And
there she still flies, mourning her loss
and howling her pain, when the storms
blow from the mountains or from the
sea, and whenever one of her
descendants, the royal houses of Dole,
Lusignan, Luxembourg, and Plantagenet,
passes over into death.”
The Abbess fell silent, and the travelers gazed into the embers of the fire now fading in
the grate. Each lost in their own thoughts, they drifted away on the beautiful and somber
tones of the Abbess' sad tale. Well they knew of the sadness and regret which assails
each traveler and pilgrim who, from doubt, has lost their way -- lost the ability to see the
maidens of the wells, the guardians of the rivers and streams, who once nurtured the hurt
and needy. And yet, with the courtly code of love and honor in place now throughout the
land by Arthur’s decree, perhaps it was true: the maidens would return, bringing
Otherworldly wonders and renewal from their underworld grottoes. Perhaps, if
propitiated, if lauded -- they will consent to heal the land once more.
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I saw your atrocious scales, Mélusine,
shine greenish at dawn,
you slept coiled in the sheets
and on waking you screamed like a bird
and fell endlessly, broken and white,
nothing remained of you but your scream.
~ From the episode, ‘Melusine transforms into a dragon,’ Roman de Mélusine, c. 1401-1500,
Français 24383, f. 19v, Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits.