What Every Woman Wants.

It was a raining wet and windy day and I was beginning to wish I had stayed in bed with my book. Then two things happened that changed the whole day. As I ran up a muddy track towards the lake a farmer approached in his equally muddy defender truck. He stopped and rolled down his window, “Good morning, I did not know Jimmy Saville had a younger brother.” Now for those who do no know Jimmy Saville was a DJ famous in the 60s. He was also known as an inspiration to so many people, taking part in marathon running well into his late sixties, and even now still turns up to encourage others. I felt I had been paid a compliment indeed.

The second thing that happened was the sight of the lake. It looked magical in the rain. As I ran along the rough track at its side I could imagine the lady of the lake reaching her hand into the air with Excalibur.

I began to muse over that story of loyalty and love. Now before I tell you the tale let me emphasise I am not being at all sexist in my telling of the tale.

The tale is this.

The young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would face death.

The question he had to answer? What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men, Merlin and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch, she agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noise. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

So a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, is to be in charge of her own life! Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was, the neighbouring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen stood before him. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day, or beautiful during the night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to share wondrous intimate moments?

Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

There is nothing greater than having a friend who has chosen to be your friend with no persuasion on your part.

Such is the way of the Tao.

This blog is linked to my other. Where Do I Begin?