It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:
1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.
2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)
3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.
4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.
5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!
I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my “Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, with this week’s vignette all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t post it here for the blog-inclined to see!
Before I launch into today’s vignette, though, I have a SMALL BUT VITAL ANNOUNCEMENT to make (as indicated in the post’s subtitle). Hitherto, I have been referring to “The Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” and its sequels, collectively, as my “Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale Trilogy” – or, less officially, “the ‘Ballad’ books”. All well and good but, as Will Scarlet pointed out in a guest post, it doesn’t make for the best trilogy title, since only the first book of the three has “ballad” in the name, whereas all three contain “Allyn-a-Dale”. But to simply call it the “Allyn-a-Dale Trilogy” never sat right with me. I mean, what does that tell people who know nothing of Robin Hood’s legendary minstrel? Not nearly enough, that’s what.
So what’s an author to do? What else but have one of those out-of-nowhere “EUREKA” moments while lying in bed! Without even really looking for it, I have tripped across the very name for the trilogy as a whole, and that name is … *pregnant pause for a drum roll* …
The “Outlaws of Avalon” Trilogy.
Will loves the title because it actually includes him. Reader Me loves it because she sees the words “outlaws” and “Avalon” in the same title and starts drooling like Pavlov’s dog. And Wordsmith Me loves it because it encompasses so much more of the overarching story than even a name as lovely as Allyn’s can do. So that’s what I’ll be calling the trilogy from here on in. And I may or may not get around to changing the name of the “Ballad” page, depending on how much trouble it takes to do so. (If not, no worries; the page name still fits Book 1 of the threesome.)
That is all. And now, onto my word-saving civic duty of the day.
The theme: Dungeons.
The word: “Durance”, a noun meaning “incarceration or imprisonment”.
He found him lying back on the low stone shelf that served as the cell’s bed, cheerfully whistling at the ceiling. Robin shook his head. Leave it to Will to treat his durance in the castle’s dungeon as no more than part of a game.
Will’s gaze zipped to the door when he heard the key turn in the lock. “Oh, my hero!” he cried, jumping up to his feet. “How long have we got before the guards come running? Should we try to get away clean, or knock them out and use their gear for disguises?”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Nobody’s coming after us, Will. I’ve smoothed things over with Merlin and you’re free to go, so long as you’re never, ever found surfing the corridors with his desk chair again. What I’d like to know is why you thought you could get away with it in the first place! He warned you after this morning’s tomfoolery that your next instance of misbehavior would land you in lockup!”
“Sure, I know. Just as I knew you’d be down here to break me out, like you do.”
Robin’s mouth had to fight to keep from slipping toward a grin to match his too-charismatic-for-anybody’s-good cousin’s. “You do realize you’re not actually living in a Robin Hood adventure story, right?”
“Of course I’m not.” Will clapped Robin on the shoulder as he slipped past him through the door. “It’s a Will Scarlet adventure story, with frequent cameo appearances by that other guy with the bow and arrows. Thanks for the jailbreak, we’ll do coffee later, bye!”