Spring turned into summer, summer turned into late summer, says Malory. As August crept to its conclusion, King Arthur decided to hold yet another big jousting tournament, because by gum it’s been a while. For this Labor Day Joust-Stravaganza he … Continue reading →
On the day of the battle/trial/execution, everyone assembled in a field outside of Camelot. Guenever was put into the dock, and someone started up the big bonfire with the stake, for burning her at the stake. Malory takes a moment … Continue reading →
Smash cut to Mador accusing Guenever of treason, in front of Arthur and everyone! Malory helpfully explains that back in olden times, murdering a knight was considered treason. “Well, obviously the way to proceed is trial by combat,” said Arthur. … Continue reading →
Shortly after exiling Launcelot in a fit of pique, Guenever organized a small banquet, for herself and a couple of dozen knights. Her guest list divides up easily into factions! THE ORKNEY FACTION Sir Gawaine His brother Sir Agravaine Their … Continue reading →
About ten minutes after the Quest for the Holy Grail ended, Sir Launcelot fell back into his old bad habits of adultery-having and Guenever-loving. He would sit, at meals or Mass or simply clutching his silver Grail medal (Sir Bors … Continue reading →
Scene shift, new scene, here we go. Breunor and Marcie and Launcelot rode until they came to a village built around a fortified bridge, over a big river. The folks who operated the bridge saw Marcie’s black shield, and declared … Continue reading →
We have to cut the story at this point, because of Sir Launcelot. There’s this whole thing Malory needs to tell us, and it’s about Launcelot. Malory apologizes for this. He’s a master storyteller but sometimes things get complicated. Jump … Continue reading →
A couple of days of travel later, Breunor and Marcie stumbled across Sir Tristram’s frenemy Sir Palomides, also late of Book VIII. Again, he and Breunor jousted, and again, Breunor was dehorsed handily, and again, the other knight declined to … Continue reading →
Shortly after Sir Breunor’s knighting, a damosel named Marcie strolled into court. She was merely the latest in a long line of damosels Malory declines to provide with a name. He gives her a nickname (several, actually), but Breunor got … Continue reading →
This story comes in the middle of Tristram’s story, at the beginning of Book IX, but it has nothing to do with the stories before it or after, so I’ve moved it to this volume. Hear now the tale of … Continue reading →
