Malory reveals that King Mark has a younger brother, Prince Boudwin, whom he’s neglected to mention up to this point. Boudwin exists, Malory insists. He just hasn’t been involved in literally any of the Cornish events of the last three … Continue reading →
Okay, listen, it’s been fun going through Book X of Le Morte D’Arthur one chapter at a time, but we’re going to be here all day if we keep at it. So now I’m going to sum up four chapters … Continue reading →
First off, happy birthday to me. Secondly, it turns out, despite the ominous note we ended on last time, we’re not moving directly into Le Morte D’Arthur endgame just yet. I’m on page, like, 386 out of 757. Lots more to go. … Continue reading →
Okay, so, remember back in Chapter 15, how the lovely Isoud sent a pair of maidens to Camelot with letters? Do you? Well, okay, it happened. Malory doesn’t remember it any better than you do, though, because now there’s just … Continue reading →
Malory has kind of lost his narrative thread here, not for the first or last time. He picks up with Mordred and Agravaine, two of Sir Gawaine’s brothers. They’re riding along, on their adventures, and they come across Sir Dalan, … Continue reading →
So once upon a time Sir Gawaine arranged for Sir Lamorak to die. His plan is fiendishly simple, subtle, basically it involves ambushing Lamorak with a sword. Let me walk you through it. First, Gawaine arranges for his mother to … Continue reading →
Has it been a year since I started doing this? Dang, man, time passes. I’d like to think I’m getting better at articulating why I like some stories better than others, but who knows? Also, I think I’ve finally gotten … Continue reading →
Funny story. One day about a week after Mark and Tristram leave Camelot, a knight and a squire arrive. The squire, notably, looks like someone who has no business being a knight or hanging around with knights. Malory is entirely … Continue reading →
“So Mark,” says Arthur. “Yes, sire?” They’re chilling one fine day in Camelot. Birds sing. Relative humidity is low. The flowers blossom. “I’d like a gift from you,” says Arthur. “I’m not telling you what it is until you promise … Continue reading →
Arthur sets a trap for ol’ Sir Lamorak, let me tell you. He organizes a jousting tournament! A quick little one, with Sir Gawaine and Gawaine’s brothers Gaheris, Agravaine, Gareth, and Mordred. Sir Launcelot decides to sit this one out, … Continue reading →
