In the morning Bors wakes up and reflects on what a crazy dream he had. Modestly, he dresses himself before meeting with Catherine, and even more modestly, he insists on the two of them taking in a Mass before they … Continue reading →
THE STORY OF CATHERINE AND HER SISTER, AS TOLD BY CATHERINE Once upon a time, there was a king named Aniause, who ruled a whole valley. And he married my older sister Minnie-May, despite me being single and much … Continue reading →
At the Tower Of The Hot Chick, Bors gets seriously feted. It is a whole big thing. Before he knows it, he’s in Catherine’s boudoir, and she’s sitting very close to him on a sofa, and she’s wearing something see-through. … Continue reading →
We flash back to the end of Book XIII, Chapter 8. Sir Bors, like all the rest of the knights on the Quest for the Holy Grail, rides out of Camelot and quickly finds himself alone. He rides along for … Continue reading →
Ector and Gawaine wander around a while after burying Uwaine, and then they show up at Nacien’s house. NB this is actual Nacien, identified as such by name, rather than a generic and nonspecific old man in white robes. I … Continue reading →
On the way to Nacien’s house, there’s this largely pointless interlude. Gawaine and Ector bump into a strange knight. I’m just going to tell you now, it’s Sir Uwaine, for some reason. You might remember him from back in Book … Continue reading →
Gawaine and Ector ride around together for another full week before Malory relents and allows something interesting to happen. Interesting may be a bit of a stretch. What happens is, they pull into a disused chapel one Saturday night. As … Continue reading →
You know who Malory hasn’t checked in on, lately? Sir Gawaine! You know why Malory hasn’t checked in on Sir Gawaine? Because he’s not doing anything interesting! Seriously, since Chapter 16 of Book XIII, Gawaine has been riding around, looking … Continue reading →
Well, that sure was a thing that happened, huh? Book XIV had a sudden spike up in weird mystic craziness, what with Percivale meeting a three-hundred-year-old man, and it never really went back down to the usual jousting and damosel … Continue reading →
“Launcelot, Launcelot, Launcelot.” The anchoress tsk tsks and shakes her head. “You were such a good knight, when you were doing earthly adventures back in Book VI. But since then you’ve been engaging in heavenly adventures. It’s a whole new … Continue reading →
