Book XIV is where it gets weird, y’all. Malory explains that Book XIV is all about Sir Percivale, the other holy paladin-knight blessed and foredestined to achieve the Grail. We flash back to when he was last seen, during Chapter … Continue reading →
As Books of Le Morte D’Arthur go, Book XIII isn’t bad. It hews to more or less one continuous narrative, which is always a plus. First Brisen rides a horse in on Arthur’s Pentecost feast, after which there’s an additional … Continue reading →
Launcelot comes to a hermitage, complete with Nacien, this book’s official wise hermit, and the two of them sit down and Launcelot pours out his heart. A whole nother monologue about how sad he is! But Nacien won’t hear it. … Continue reading →
Launcelot struggles awake, once Jesus and the mystery knight are gone. Had he really seen Jesus? Had he dreamed that? Had the squire really been Jesus at all, or maybe some lesser saint or bodhisattva, empowered to declare the mystery … Continue reading →
Launcelot rides around randomly until it gets dark. As the daylight fades he finds a crossroads which features a rock he can’t see on account of it’s dark, and also a chapel. He figures this is as good a place … Continue reading →
Malory has lost interest in people who aren’t Sir Launcelot or else Sir Launcelot’s son, so we cut away from Gawaine back to Galahad. It’s an indeterminate amount of time since he left Maidens’ Castle, and now he’s out in … Continue reading →
Malory flashes back to provide a little context. After setting out on the Quest of the Holy Grail, Sir Gawaine quickly realized he had no idea where to even begin looking. By random chance he stumbled upon the White Abbey, … Continue reading →
Galahad chases the six surviving brothers out of the Castle of the Maidens compound. He’s about to follow them out and run them down in the countryside, but an old priest, one of the inhabitants of the Castle, stops him. … Continue reading →
Three days later, Melias has turned the corner and Galahad is itching to get back to that Grail-Quest. Melias’s caretaker, the good man about whom Malory has nothing to say, gives a little monologue about how great Galahad is. He’s … Continue reading →
So Melias rides along for a couple of days, looking for strange adventure. Eventually he comes across a meadow in the middle of a forest, where a fantastic picnic lunch has been laid out, and also there’s a throne with … Continue reading →
