There’s a post over at Cat Rotator’s Quarterly about finding a rubber duckie modeled on Charlemagne for sale at an Autohof. (H/T, Sarah Hoyt)
A rubber duckie version of Karl der Große from a painting by Dürer. And I recognized it at first glance, which probably means I have spent far too much time in the very early Middle Ages this past year or so.
I may have spent too much time contemplating England of the Middle Ages because when I read the post, my first reaction was, “Well, if it weighs the same as a duck, …”
So you’re saying Charlemagne was a witch…
That duck must be made of wood.
Charlemagne shouldn’t have expected to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at him.
OOPS, wrong King.
Just as valid!
Glad I’m Eastern Christian, thus not under the jurisdiction of the “Holy Roman Emperor”!
If I went ‘round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d lock me away!
It got better…