God is a woman: Female Autonomy in Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales
Under the shining moonlight in a dark green forest, the sparking embers of a warm fire pierce through the darkness, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those gathered around. The air hums with the low murmur of conversation, the soft clinking of bottles, and the crackling of fire while the scent of roasting meat fills the night. Horses snort softly in the background, their silhouettes blending with the thick forest as if drawn to the moment’s warmth. In the center of this gathering, a...