We find Sir Tristram riding around the forests of North Wales. In theory he went to find help for his wife, Isoud the White, his manservant Gouvernail, and the lovely Isoud’s henchman Bragwaine; they had all been in a shipwreck … Continue reading →
For whatever reason Malory decides to follow Sir Lamorak for a while. This middle third of Le Morte D’Arthur may be the Tale of Sir Tristram, but Malory doesn’t feel the need to talk all Tristram, all the time, you … Continue reading →
Book IX opens with an unrelated story, the Tale of the Knight with the Ill-Fitting Suit. We’ll discuss that one in a later volume; this volume is the story of Tristram de Liones, the jerk. With this tale we turn … Continue reading →
The next story Malory tells is all about Sir Lamorak, for some reason. We’ll come back to Tristram eventually, never you fear. Sir Lamorak left Servage, too. Malory had forgotten that Servage was an island, so Lamorak just rode out … Continue reading →
As this story opens, we see a sinking ship. Sir Lamorak, the knight who had turned Morgan le Fay’s drinking-horn over to King Mark, was on that. Where he had been going and why didn’t matter! Everyone except Lamorak drowned, … Continue reading →
Howel, King of Brittany, turned out to have a problem. This one earl, Grip, had been making trouble for him: refusing taxes, assaulting officers, laying siege to Howel’s house, that kind of thing. As you may recall from Book V, … Continue reading →
No, they didn’t. A week or so later, Tristram got into a whole new set of troubles. He was out in the woods practicing his venery, when, tired, he decided to lie down and take a nap next to a … Continue reading →
Sir Andred, Tristram’s cousin, resented Tristram for being so awesome. Or maybe he had been keeping track of all the times Tristram had been a jerk. Either way, he took it upon himself to spy on Tristram and the lovely … Continue reading →
Once the partying and the charm offensive had died down, everyone pretty much assumed that Sir Tristram and the lovely Isoud would be wed. Certainly that’s what the lovely Isoud, Queen Isoud and King Anguish all expected. But Tristram kept … Continue reading →
Mark couldn’t sleep at night, he was so consumed by thoughts of revenge. But how? How could he make Tristram suffer? Then one day he had it! He called Tristram to him. “Nephew,” he said. “You’ve been telling everyone about … Continue reading →
