Hours later a maiden comes in with Launcelot’s dinner. Let’s call her Becca. Have I used Becca? I don’t think I have. Becca comes in with a plate of cold stew for Launcelot, and a pitcher of ale, and she … Continue reading →
I’m a US citizen and today is Election Day here. So, in honor of Election Day (and to correct a hiccup in the automatic post scheduling system) no post today. Instead, enjoy this image of yesterday’s scene, Morgan le Fay … Continue reading →
You’re probably expecting Launcelot to wake up, discover Lionel is missing, track him down, slay Turquine, and free everybody, right? I know I would be expecting that. This story takes a weird turn, though. Let’s turn our attention back to … Continue reading →
Back at Camelot, a knight named Ector — but a different Ector, not King Arthur’s adoptive father; this one is Ector de Maris — overslept and now he’s pissed because he’d wanted to go off on the strange adventure with … Continue reading →
Now that it’s been about two books since Malory’s favorite knight appeared, and one book since he first showed up as a knight, now Malory decides it’s time to start talking Launcelot, or to be more accurate, L A U … Continue reading →
So in Book V, King Arthur invades Europe, conquers his way from Normandy to Rome, and declares himself Roman Emperor before turning around and going back to Camelot. That’s basically it. Compared to the previous Book, this is a very … Continue reading →
“That’s all great,” says Arthur. “Counterattack foiled, massive heroism, plenty of cattle seized. But Gawaine, who’s your well-dressed friend with the exotic complexion?” “Ah, Uncle Sire —“ “I’ve asked you not to call me that.” “Let me introduce Sir Priamus, … Continue reading →
“So if I work for Arthur now, we should probably go warn him about the sneak attack.” “Sneak attack?” “Yeah, I was on my way to meet up with them. Sixty thousand men from southern Italy and points further out … Continue reading →
And they joust, and at first Gawaine is all rah rah rah yeah yeah but then he starts losing badly. “You should surrender, or at least call for a timeout,” says Priamus. “You’re bleeding all over your clothes; that’s … Continue reading →
Arthur marches from northern France to southern France to northern Italy. Everywhere he goes, folks surrender and offer prizes and so on, until he gets to Tuscany. In Tuscany there’s a city-state that doesn’t just roll over. The city-state isn’t … Continue reading →
