From: b.scott@csuohio.edu   
      
   On Tue, 17 Feb 2015 16:53:21 GMT, Dorothy J Heydt   
    wrote in   
   in rec.arts.sf.composition:   
      
   [...]   
      
   > The Matter of Britain is *still* getting re-told.  The   
   > Matter of Troy and the Matter of France, not so much.   
   > (Although parts of the Matter of France, adaptations of   
   > Orlando Furioso, are still being done as puppet shows in   
   > Italy.  The only English-language work in the Matter of   
   > France I know of is Anderson's _Three Hearts and Three   
   > Lions._)   
      
   De Camp & Pratt, _The Castle of Iron_, one of the Harold   
   Shea novels (from an earlier novella with the same title).   
      
   Italo Calvino, _The Nonexistent Knight_, though it’s a   
   translation from the original Italian.   
      
   Andre Norton, _Huon of the Horn_.   
      
   R.A. Lafferty, ‘Thus We Frustrate Charlemagne’ might count:   
   time travellers kill Ganelon early enough to prevent the   
   Battle of Roncesvaux Pass.   
      
   Troy is a little easier:   
      
   John Erskine, _The Private Life of Helen of Troy_   
      
   Jo Graham, _Black Ships_ (Why yes, she *was* strongly   
   influenced by Mary Renault.)   
      
   R.A. Lafferty, _Space Chantey_.  (‘The Lay of Road-Storm   
   from the ancient Chronicles / We give you here, Good   
   Spheres and Cool-Boy Conicals, / And pinnacled and parts   
   impossible / And every word of it the sworn-on Gosipel. /   
   Lend ear while things incredible we bring about / And   
   Spacemen dead and deathless yet we sing about:-- / And some   
   were weak and wan, asnd some were strong enough, / And some   
   got home, but damn it took them long enough!’)   
      
   David Gemmell’s Troy trilogy: _Lord of the Silver Bow_,   
   _Shield of Thunder_, _Fall of Kings_, the last completed by   
   his wife Stella after his death.   
      
   Le Guin, _Lavinia_   
      
   Brian   
   --   
   It was the neap tide, when the baga venture out of their   
   holes to root for sandtatties.  The waves whispered   
   rhythmically over the packed sand: haggisss, haggisss,   
   haggisss.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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