Abruptly the tent is gone, the picnic table is gone, the hammock is gone, the cot that a moment ago had a writhing eager naked lady on it is gone. All is smoke and ruin! Percivale panics, which is a … Continue reading →
The lady’s black ship puts in at her private island, which is a nice place, though a little muggy. She has an awning set up, so Percivale can nap in a hammock underneath it, and recover his strength. “That’s super … Continue reading →
This bit is a good bit. Percivale and his lion buddy hang out on the rock, staring out to sea, for a half a day before another boat comes by. This one is covered samite, too, like Nacien’s. Instead … Continue reading →
Percivale wakes up to discover himself washed out to sea, where he treads water, passing feeble, for an indeterminate time until he sees a boat. Actually, Malory gets cagey as regards whether Percivale has truly woken up, or whether this … Continue reading →
In Percivale’s dream, he lounges on the grass with two ladies. One lady sits on his lion friend, and the other sits on a giant serpent which may or may not be the same giant serpent as Percivale helped his … Continue reading →
A woman wakes him up in the middle of the night. “Sir Percivale! What are you doing here?” There is no explanation as to who this woman is, or how she knows Percivale, or… anything. “I do neither good nor … Continue reading →
Percivale rides away from Castle Goothe for about a half a day, stopping only when he stumbles upon a funeral. We join that funeral, already in progress. A couple of dozen men-at-arms crowd around a casket, acting as pallbearers for … Continue reading →
Percivale (apparently) follows the Queen of the Wilderness’s instructions. He departs from her castle and rides all day until he comes to a remote fortress, which Malory doesn’t want to come right out and identify as Castle Goothe, but I’m … Continue reading →
The Queen of the Wilderness lays down some science on Sir Percivale. TRUE THING ONE: Nobody but Galahad should ever wear red. Going around in red is bragging that you’re the best ever, and only Galahad actually is the … Continue reading →
Book XIV is where it gets weird, y’all. Malory explains that Book XIV is all about Sir Percivale, the other holy paladin-knight blessed and foredestined to achieve the Grail. We flash back to when he was last seen, during Chapter … Continue reading →
