I know what you’re thinking… why Guildford? And Lady of the Lake? shouldn’t that be Glastonbury?
All fair questions that I shall do my best to answer (hopefully without confusing you).
The choice of Guildford is entirely down to the fact that I used to live there, although it was many, many years ago when I was just a young lad… although not a lad, as that’s what they call young folk up here in the frozen north. In Guildford I was a boy (although perhaps the term ‘lad’ has spread to the southern parts since my departure?) and despite being only 12 when I left I do remember the place surprisingly well (and not in a negative way). I remember the chums I had (even some of their names, and not just because of Facebook) and the town itself (especially the High Street and it’s big black and gold clock) and many of the good and bad times that transpired during the time I was there (which actually wasn’t very long as we moved around a fair bit).
I did re-visit the place as a teenager to see a couple of those chums and was back there a few years after that when one of them got married and kindly invited me and my sister to the wedding. After that though, not been near the place. Which is a shame but I’m a poor, starving artist and Guildford is an awful long way, but perhaps one day I’ll get back there, but in the meantime I have relied on the power of the internet and the trusted aid that is Google to find a suitable story that would make a good subject. And it’s a good one.
It’s a tale that that seems, on the face of it, to be very familiar to those still living in the area although I have to confess I was completely unaware of it, so either it wasn’t so well know when I was there or I was too young and daft to take any notice. Following in the footsteps of Collage Street it’s another actual spirit, although this hapless lady is trapped in a more watery environment than the young girl in York as she is the resident spectre of the Silent Pool. As is common with many a body of water (notably Blake Mere Pool, which is on my list of subjects for a future piece) there is a legend that the pool is bottomless and that birds don’t sing in the trees, This is clearly nonsense as the place is full of singing birds and the water is so clear that you can see the bottom. In fact it’s the transparent nature of the water that makes the pool unusual (apparently the result of the water’s source being an underground, rather than overground, stream. Somewhat similar to the crystal clear and allegedly healing nature of the water that supplies the Chalice Well in Glastonbury). It’s silent (hence the name) and peaceful location imbues an added element of mystery. Something that the poet Martin Farquhar Tupper clearly thought when he wrote the story back in 1857, although he did claim (and who are we to argue?) that it was based on historical facts. So, what happened? I’m glad you asked.
A long time ago, in a village far away (although not if you live in Guildford) a young lady by the name of Emma would frequent the pool and take advantage of it’s unsoiled nature to have a bath. On one fateful occasion she was spotted by a man on horseback who, upon emerging from the cover of the trees, could be clearly identified as none other than King John who, as all those familiar with the stories of Robin Hood will know, was a nasty piece of work. True to his ‘boo, he’s behind you’ nature King John advanced his horse into the water in pursuit of the young lady at which point the desperately retreating Emma found herself disappearing beneath the pool’s surface and, unable to swim, implored for help. King John, being King John, did nothing and Emma vanished from sight never too be seen again (which is quite a task in a crystal clear lake). A different version of the story has her brother racing to her aid but, arriving too late, he also disappears into the depths and is as equally conspicuous by his absence at the family’s dinner table as Emma.
There’s a sequel to this story involving the Archbishop of Canterbury, lost love and the Magna Carta (I can see a Game of Thrones style mini series in this) and I’ve not even mentioned Agatha Christie yet, but that’s all going to have to wait until I’ve finished the piece, which, although the pencils still need some work, shouldn’t take too long as I have all the collage materials ready to go.
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