Then they left that ship, and boarded the one Nacien gave them, and it magically propelled itself to the next stage of the quest: somewhere in Scotland, at a castle that men call Carteloise. “Just so you know,” said Mags, … Continue reading →
The magical ship sailed on overnight, ultimately ending up out on the rocks off the coast of England-Britain-Logris. Oddly, there was another ship of the same rich enough design, moored on the rocks. “That’s ours,” said Mags. “Definitely. Let’s go. … Continue reading →
This book is all about Galahad and the Grail, and Malory helpfully reminds us where he left Galahad: early in Book XIV. Though Percivale was a holy knight and a fabulous fighter he couldn’t handle 20+ to one odds. He … Continue reading →
A couple of days of travel after visiting the abbot with the bizarre interpretations of visions Bors didn’t actually have, our man Bors reached a jousting tournament! It’d been too long since Malory threw one in, I suppose. (JOUSTING TOURNAMENT … Continue reading →
Sir Bors, having just defeated the Devil (and without resorting to self-mutilation, I might add) stood alone in the wilderness. In the distance he heard a churchbell ringing, which he took for a sign. Following the sound of the bell, … Continue reading →
After a brief stopover in an harbour to a lady which knew him well enough, Bors fell right into his next marvellous adventure. Just a reminder, the scale goes “no adventure, adventure, strange adventure, marvellous adventure.” So this should be … Continue reading →
After Nacien’s pep talk, Bors gathered his stuff together and continued on. A little ways down the path he watched as a mama bird fed her baby birds with her own flesh, dying for them. “Portentous!” he said to himself, … Continue reading →
The Tale of Sir Bors is easily my favorite of these Grail-quest travelogues. We begin with a flashback to Book XIII. Sir Bors, like all the rest of the knights on the Quest for the Holy Grail, rode out of … Continue reading →
Shortly after burying Uwaine, Ector and Gawaine arrived at Nacien’s house. He was not exactly pleased to see either of them, but he agreed to hear their confessions and offer advice. “Okay, listen up,” said Gawaine, and started confessing sins. … Continue reading →
On the way to Nacien’s house, another largely pointless interlude occurred: Sir Gawaine and Sir Ector bump into a strange knight. I’m just going to tell you now, it was Sir Uwaine, for some reason. Uwaine and Gawaine were first … Continue reading →
