Okay, so, Sir Uwaine and the sixty-year-old damosel, Ursula, they ride off and have a ton of strange adventures Malory can’t be bothered to describe, most of a year’s worth, right off the bat. Uwaine wins a big jousting tournament … Continue reading →
Things fall apart Everything tends to decay And so it takes a lot To combine atoms there in such a way There exists the lure of that darkness That lurks around the edges of every day So I’m inviting you … Continue reading →
Blah blah blah, Marhaus jousts the Duke of the Southern Marches and his six sons, and Malory describes it in some detail but screw that. Long story short, Marhaus ends the fight without a scratch on him, all of his … Continue reading →
So now we turn away from Sir Gawaine, that little prick, and to Sir Marhaus, last seen hooking up with a friendly thirty-year-old woman and going off in a different direction on a strange adventure of his own. Marhaus’s adventure … Continue reading →
So with Gawaine’s strange adventure in a shambles, and Gawaine himself quitting it, clearly someone needs to come in and clean up. Normally, the go-to man for this would be Merlin, but he’s been out of commission since the beginning … Continue reading →
So a day or two later we turn back to Sir Pellas. He’s been restless and sleepless for days, ever since Sir Gawaine and he swore solemn oaths together. Gawaine was supposed to come back and report to him about … Continue reading →
