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Spoons and the Devil

lagertha-lodbrok:

french proverb that now makes me think of hannibal

Quand on dîne avec le diable, il faut se munir d’une longue cuiller.

If you are going to dine with the devil, you must have a long spoon.

When I saw this on my personal tumblr dash today, I immediately thought of a phrase in The Game of Kings that had never made sense to me, when Turkey Mat tells Will Scott to go back to his father:

“Home for you, laddie: home!” said he.  “You’ll need a longer spoon than the cutlers make to sup with this one.”

Perhaps implying that, while Lymond is a devil, Will Scott cannot keep up with his depravity?  Thoughts?

(I love it when unrelated things pop up in life and illuminate some obscure point of Dunnett.)

Undo some of the feckless damage you did today,” said Lymond, and held his eyes. “Pull the girl clear…get it about that she was not responsible for her actions. Understand?”
“I should do it in any case. It won’t help you,” said Scott.
“Nothing ever does. That’s why I help myself so frequently.

—Francis Crawford of Lymond, The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett (via nosey-nate)

weirdsociology:

galacticdrift:

thewondersmith:

fairytalesandfoolishness:

I was once told that every fandom had to have a bakery!au where boys sniped at each other, then made out in flour. I might have been lied to, but Zombies, Bake! happened anyway. (The making out didn’t really happen because I’m shit at making the making out happen, but to make up for it an abundance of flour was involved in the making of this au. Making makity make.)

YOU DID IT YOU FINALLY DID IT YOU DID THE THING

YOU ACTUALLY DID IT. WE FINALLY HAVE A BAKERY AU.

IT’S SO ADORABLE. I LOVE JACK THE BAKER.

You guys.

You guys.

I know it’s past Christmas.

But does anyone want to write me this Lymond/Jerott?

seasights requests Lymond/Will instead, if that floats your boat.

etirabys:

an entire subplot of this story can be summarized as

HA HA WILL SCOTT

star-cunning: The Lymond Chronicles - The Ringed Castle More gorgeous Polyvore sets, this time for RC.

star-cunning:

The Lymond Chronicles - The Ringed Castle

More gorgeous Polyvore sets, this time for RC.

Lucent and delicate, Drama entered, mincing like a cat.

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Francis Crawford of Lymond appears on the scene, from The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett. (via hellotailor)

Love that this is tagged, “purple prose”!

Philippa said, “Madame only wanted to satisfy herself that it was really family papers that brought me here. She thinks I’m following you about because I have a youthful passion for you.”

“But you were able to reassure her?” said Lymond. A market wagon, driven too fast, jolted past them on to the bridge and he let his horse feel the bit, leaning gracefully away from her.

Philippa said tartly, “I am extremely tempted to say ‘no’ and make you fall off your horse. I said you were a friend of my mother’s and I was a friend of your mother’s.”

“I should think that about sums it up,” Lymond said. His voice was a trifle unsteady. “It doesn’t do my self-esteem much good though, does it?”

“Your self-esteem has had a lifetime of steady attention,” said Philippa abstractedly.

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Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate (loc. 1026). (via clodia-metelli)

seanajames: “…with the face of a della Robia angel…” a phrase from my Dorothy Dunnett novel lodged in my head and I decided to go looking for that face.

seanajames:

“…with the face of a della Robia angel…” a phrase from my Dorothy Dunnett novel lodged in my head and I decided to go looking for that face.

Let us obtain, by our faith in the Sacred Sacraments, that contempt for death which alone can render us invincible.

—Lymond in “The Disorderly Knights” (via tantquejevive)