Galahad, Percivale, Bors, and Magdalena travel for an indeterminate time, eventually arriving at a waste forest. In this remote corner of the world they happen across a magic deer and four magic lions. The lions chase the deer and the … Continue reading →
The magical ship deposits Galahad, Magdalena, Percivale, and Bors somewhere in Scotland, at a castle that men call Carteloise. “Just so you know,” says Mags, “in a minute a bunch of guys are going to attack us because you’re affiliated … Continue reading →
NB in this entry Bors speaks for me. Mags leads the knights across the room to a big bed, and shows them two swords and four wooden rods hanging on the wall over the headboard. Two of the rods … Continue reading →
The scabbard is snakeskin, embroidered with silver and golden thread spelling out writing, and it’s on a remarkably cheap belt. The writing reads as follows: “I am a scabbard for the very best, and the knight who earns me will … Continue reading →
The magical ship sails on overnight, ultimately ending up out on the rocks near the land of Logris. Oddly, there’s another ship of the same rich enough design, moored on the rocks. “That’s ours,” says Mags. “Definitely. Let’s go. For … Continue reading →
Galahad rides on, stopping briefly at his grandfather’s castle Carbonek, and on. One night at a cottage, he meets a woman. Let’s give her a solid religiousy name, like Magdalena. While Galahad sleeps, Mags comes up to the door of … Continue reading →
This book is all about Galahad and the Grail, and Malory helpfully reminds us where he left Galahad: Book XIV, Chapter 4. Though Percivale is a holy knight and a fabulous fighter he can’t handle 20+ to one odds. … Continue reading →
Sir Bors is an all right guy! Like Sir Percivale, he’s a little more down to earth than Galahad. Galahad is just weird, like he’s too good for this world. But Bors is okay. I mean, granted, Malory’s utter lack … Continue reading →
So there’s Bors, badly wounded but on his feet. He’s full of that inexplicable knightly hardiness that you sometimes see in a Malory hero. Arthur had it, when he fought Sir Accolon. Sir Palomides had it at Lonazep, I think. … Continue reading →
The priest whose hermitage the knights have camped at comes rushing over at this point. “Jeez, man, why’d you have to do a thing? He was truly a holy man! If he dies then you’re definitely going to hell, for … Continue reading →
