A year later, at the next Pentecost, we once again find Arthur anxiously awaiting the annual strange adventure. Finally a page came in. “It’s cool, sire!” the page told him. “There’s a girl here with a strange adventure!” Now this … Continue reading →
Book VII, the Tale of Sir Prettyboy, is another thing all itself; the minimal amount of internet research I’m willing to do suggests that unlike the most of the rest of Le Morte D’Arthur, Sir Thomas Malory made up this … Continue reading →
The Tale of Launcelot Outwitted is way more straightforward. Nothing supernatural here, just a lot of misogyny. We open with Sir Launcelot as he rode around randomly, in search of whatever strange adventures came along. One day he passed a … Continue reading →
This particular Tale of Launcelot is a little involved. It’s not quite of the same tenor as the other strange adventures recounted here in Book VI. Also, Malory is bad about marrying his antecedents and his referents, so I might … Continue reading →
Launcelot continued along, hitting up strange adventure after strange adventure, not all of which Malory bothers to cover. He was just having a good ol’ time, dressed up as Sir Kay and traveling incognito. Because no one knew that he … Continue reading →
Launcelot’s adventures continued; you aren’t getting off that easily. He crossed the wilderland for another indeterminate period, hours or days or months. One evening he found himself at a nice walled manor house out in the middle of nowhere. The … Continue reading →
A couple of days later, as Launcelot grumpily wandered in search of strange adventure, he came to a long bridge over a gully. Just on the other side he saw some jackass with an ironshod club. “Where’s your toll money?” … Continue reading →
And so Launcelot and Yuffie rode together, heading towards Launcelot didn’t know what. He waited until he was well away from Castle Turquine before he asked Yuffie exactly what the deal was. “Up this road there’s a knight who’s been … Continue reading →
Launcelot rode off into the sunset, ready for a new strange adventure! Which is to say, back to the first part of this same strange adventure, which had been disrupted by Lionel’s disappearance. Soon he was back in the general … Continue reading →
Late that night, Becca sneaked into Launcelot’s cell, and unlocked the twelve different locks securing Launcelot in his prison. She led him out to where she had stashed his armor, and once he had armored up, she led him to … Continue reading →
