Queens: RRagnell (To Make Bare) Ragnailt, Ragotte (Power) Rigan na Heath (Queen of the Heather, Queen of the Wastelands) Igerna na Aballach (Lady of Avalon)
(pron. RAY-nal, RAY-nilt, RAN-al) Nine-fold goddess enchanted by her stepmother into the Loathly Lady, a woman with green tusks, crooked snout, little red beady eyes or a single eye, matted, serpent-like hair, bent & twisted hairy body, ankles with sores, green-blue or scarlet dress. Found on the moor between an oak and holly tree after Christmas but before the New Year, She aided Gawain: White Hawk [other stories have Arthur] in finding the answer to the riddle What do women desire? The knights returned to find her in a green forest under a holly tree. Gawain married her by moonlight, as she was turning into a black dragon, not knowing that with the first kiss she would become beautiful. In front of the host who wore red wildflowers she dedicated her love to Gawain. They retired to a chamber. In the morning she was a beautiful, raven-haired, blue-eyed [others say eyes as black as sloe], snow-white skinned woman with cherry red lips, rud red cheeks, precious jewels in her hair, holding an emerald hourglass containing golden sand. She then posed a riddle, told Gawain she would always appear beautiful to him, and told him not to go to Avalon or it would be his death. Percivales aunt, she told him how Merlin created the Round Table to represent the world, and made a veiled reference to the three Sangreal-achievers-to-be Galahad (virgin), Percivale (virgin) and Bors (almost-a-virgin) as three white bulls. She is the Queen of the Isle of Women (89, 91, 102, 191)
Sisters: Argante, Dindraine, Eluned , Enid, Guinevere, Igraine, Kundry & Morgana
...All clad in red scarlètte. Shee sayes, all women will have their wille, This is their chief desyre...
|Fondly she lisped, My honey knight, |
It needs not to rehearse
Wherefore I lifted up the blight,
And took away the curse,
Because ye took me in Gods sight
For better and for worse
|Though thou be very fair to see,|
And I a loathly crone,
Yet what is that to thee and me
Before King Arthurs throne?
And when I hunger after thee,
I hunger for mine own.