Now we will leave off this matter, says Malory, and speak we of Sir Tristram, and of Sir Palomides, and that sound you hear is me banging my head against my desk. The tail end of Book XII, chapters … Continue reading →
“Well, brother, I will do after your counsel, and ride after you.” Launcelot’s on board! He and Ector and Percivale make ready to return to Camelot. Only problem: Elaine. Elaine cries and cries, that Launcelot should leave her. She begs … Continue reading →
Malory changes scenes abruptly, and spends a half-chapter filling us in on Sir Bors and Sir Lionel. They set out at the same time as Percivale, but they never found Launcelot. Instead, Bors drags Lionel to the court of King … Continue reading →
“All right here’s the plan,” says Percivale. “We split up. You stay out here, in case there’s trouble, and I’ll go in and check on this ‘Mister Guilty’ guy.” “What if he’s Launcelot?” “All the more reason for us … Continue reading →
So Elaine goes back to Launcelot, to tell him about Castle Bliant and how her father would set them up. She brings along her cousin Sir Castor, to be his sidekick. “Castor, hello,” says Launcelot. “I’m…” He remembers that the … Continue reading →
So Launcelot’s more or less sane again, and he’s up and about. First thing, he has a sit-down with Pellam and Elaine wherein he apologizes for his bizarre behavior and asks if they can, perhaps, explain what exactly he’s been … Continue reading →
Scene change! Or not so much, because we’re still talking about the town of Corbin. King Pellam, you remember him? He has a nephew named Castor, whom he knights on Candlemas. Castor celebrates by giving everyone presents — specifically, gowns. … Continue reading →
Once Pitiless Bruce and Sir Bertelot have been driven away, suddenly everyone else at Castle Blank reappears, including Sir Selivant, Bliant’s brother. Everyone congratulates Launcelot on saving the day, even if he’s still all twitchy and won’t answer to his … Continue reading →
Evelyn discovers her husband, lying dead with his head bashed in, and starts to sob. Her sobbing wakes Bliant up! Turns out he’s not dead and having his skull bashed in is just a superficial wound. “Dang, that hurt,” he … Continue reading →
The issue’s lead is a novelette: “Memorials” by Aliette de Bodard. Anticolonial theme, part of a series of stories sharing a setting. Addresses some of the ideas in Leah Cypress’s “What We Ourselves Are Not,” in the September 2013 issue: … Continue reading →
