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 had been an indeterminate amount of time since he left the Castle of the Maidens. … 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 →
Three days later, once Melias had turned the corner, Galahad just itched to get back to that Grail Quest. Melias’s caretaker, the good man about whom Malory has nothing to say, gave a little monologue about how great Galahad was. … Continue reading →
Galahad and Melias stayed overnight in the abbey. In the morning Galahad finally knighted Melias. This is when Malory reveals his name and the fact that he was the Prince of Denmark. “You’d better be a good knight,” warned Galahad. … Continue reading →
Malory can’t keep track of a hundred and fifty concurrent strange adventures. He focuses at first on young Galahad, taking a moment to remind us that Galahad had armor and the magic sword he pulled from a stone, but no … Continue reading →
The big final one-last-party jousting tournament complete (apparently Sir Galahad, Sir Percivale, and Sir Launcelot declined to fight one another and just declared a three-way tie instead) all the knights went home to Camelot. At supper that night yet another … Continue reading →
Arthur called all the Knights of the Round Table together and had them take a knee. “All right fellows, it’s finally happening. The Quest for the Holy Grail. Y’all are all going to head out in different directions, seeking the … Continue reading →
Around this time Malory remembers that there’s such a thing as female characters, briefly: Guenever followed them, with many ladies, chasing down Arthur and Galahad. All the ladies cooed at Galahad, much like the nuns from before. They gathered at … Continue reading →
Then things got weird. Or as Malory puts it, anon there befell a marvelous adventure. I think marvelous adventure must be one step up from strange adventure. First, the doors and windows of the hall all slammed shut of their … Continue reading →
Arthur cupped his hands together and called to his nephew. “Hey, Gawaine!” Gawaine was already deep into the feasting, but he rose and wander out of the castle, down to his uncle on the riverbank. “Yes, Uncle Sire?” “You’re all … Continue reading →
