Pellam invites Launcelot back to his castle, for a meal, and of course Launcelot accepts. When Joseph of Arimathea’s descendent invites you in, you don’t say no! So it’s back to Pellam’s castle, which has been rebuilt since that time … Continue reading →
At this point you may be thinking that you recognize this Pelles! Back in Book IV Malory told us a story about Sir Pellas, who married Nimue and has a perfect jousting record because Nimue stops him from fighting … Continue reading →
At this point Malory lets us in on a little secret, which is that the whole boiling bathtub thing is all part of an enchantment cooked up by Morgan le Fay and her confederate, the Queen of Northgalis, because they … Continue reading →
Book XI! Which is about Launcelot again! You know what, Book XI is going to be awesome. You know how I know? Because it isn’t about Tristram or Palomides! Who doesn’t like Launcelot? He’s the hero, right? To celebrate, I … Continue reading →
MAN I was getting frustrated with Book X towards the end there. And Books VIII and IX were no picnics either, let me tell you. But I pressed through, and you pressed through with me, and at last we emerge … Continue reading →
Oh my God this book was long and a slog. I don’t know about you, but I have a hard time caring about the Tristram-Isoud-Palomides love triangle, which seems to be the emotional hook on which this entire book is … Continue reading →
We play a sad violin song for Sir Palomides, as he wanders around in the forest near Joyous Gard. He eats little, he speaks softly or not at all; he’s got some depression going, you guys. All men had marvel … Continue reading →
The next morning Safere and Palomides ride out from Epinogris’s castle together. Before they’ve gone very far they pass another castle. This castle is all done up for mourning (Malory doesn’t explain what this looks like, so I’m imagining black … Continue reading →
“Okay, well, compared to my sorrow, your sorrow is japes. Your sorrow is laughter and prancing around and putting buckets of water on ajar doors and cans of peanut brittle that actually have snakes in them, and all that kind … Continue reading →
The chapter opens with Bleoberis and Ector leaving Joyous Gard at the end of the week-long party. They travel to a seaside resort castle, where Guenever has been staying. Through the grace of God the queen was recovered of her … Continue reading →
