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 →
Eventually Launcelot arrives at a jousting tournament, because it’s just been too long since there was any serious jousting in this novel, I guess. Five hundred knights are jousting in this tournament, on two teams. The White team is really … Continue reading →
“So I had this advision night before last,” Sir Launcelot says, after breakfast. Nacien nods solemnly. “Let me lay it out for you, because I’m sure you have some questions. Lo, Sir Launcelot, there thou mightest understand the high lineage … Continue reading →
“Well, that was a thing,” says Launcelot. “It was a pretty good story,” says Nacien, in defiance of the evidence of his senses. “Let’s go get some dinner.” Malory is nonspecific as to what they eat or where the dinner … Continue reading →
When we last saw Launcelot, back at the end of Book XIII, he was hanging out with Nacien, repenting of all of his sins. Repenting of all of his sins turns out to take three days! Three days go by, … Continue reading →
