Book IV is kind of all over the place. It’s the first book that isn’t mostly concerned with laying pipe and setting stuff up for the future; at no point does Merlin show up, utter a dire prophecy, and scribble … Continue reading →
Trixie shows up at the rendezvous point, as promised, and she’s tanned and cheerful and totally ignores Gawaine, just burns him, ice, man, she’s ice. But Uwaine and Marhaus and the other damosels discuss their adventures, and Trixie tells the … Continue reading →
So Uwaine has a big meal and a good night’s sleep, and in the morning he goes to church and has some breakfast and then he emerges from the Lady of the Rock’s castle, to joust with Edward and Hue. … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
So Gawaine swears a solemn oath to Sir Pellas, and Pellas swears a solemn oath to Sir Gawaine, everyone is swearing solemn oaths. They swap horses and gear, as Gawaine pitched last chapter, and I guess they’re the same size … Continue reading →
Gawaine’s still dining with Sir Carados, and Carados is still telling him about Pellas. Pellas won a tournament, specifically for Ettard’s honor. “Very sweet,” says Gawaine. “What you don’t know, though, is that Ettard was not into Pellas at all. … Continue reading →
