Meanwhile Gareth catches up with Linet, again. She is not happy to see him. “I already ditched you twice,” Linet tells him. “What are you doing here? Why do you keep following me? You filthy kitchen boy, with your greasy … Continue reading →
King Arthur’s court is all abuzz about Prettyboy and his strange adventure and how he got a horse and armor and a nice golden cloak all out of nowhere, after a year of slaving away in the kitchens for Sir … Continue reading →
A year later, the next Pentecost, Arthur is once again pacing around, waiting for the annual strange adventure. Finally a page comes in, tells him it’s cool, there’s a girl here with a strange adventure. Now this girl’s name is … Continue reading →
SMASH CUT to Arthur’s court, as he welcomes the three men to the big Pentecost feast. “Two men and a third man who’s seven feet tall!” cries Arthur. “As strange adventures go, that’s… pretty tame, actually. Now I’m worried there’s … Continue reading →
All right! A bold new era for Le Morte D’Arthur, as we start Book VII! Book VII requires a little bit of lead-in, stuff to bear in mind: 1) An extremely cursory internet browse (the only research I’m doing on … Continue reading →
Picking up directly from yesterday: Anyway, that whole incident ends with a Love, American Style group shot of Launcelot, Bellus, and Bellus’s mistress laughing about their big misunderstanding, so I do think I can safely conclude it was meant to … Continue reading →
The final chapter of Book VI is a short one. Launcelot gets back to Camelot at Pentecost, and he meets a bunch of knights from his adventures earlier in this book, which serves as a sort of recap of his … Continue reading →
All right, so, while we’re talking about the poor treatment of women in these stories… Launcelot’s riding around, and he comes across a knight running down a damosel. “Help! Help!” she shouts. Launcelot sighs, and rides up in between the … Continue reading →
Here’s a change-up after the supernaturalism of the previous strange adventure. This one is way more straightforward. Nothing supernatural, just a lot of misogyny. Okay, you’ve got Sir Launcelot, he’s riding around, and one day he’s passing by a castle … Continue reading →
Launcelot’s out in the churchyard, reflecting on his bizarre experience just now. “Excuse me,” says Hellawes. “Sir Launcelot?” Launcelot did not see this damosel approaching, and startles. “What? How did you get here? I last saw you crying over your … Continue reading →
