Launcelot’s out in the churchyard, reflecting on his bizarre experience just now. “Excuse me,” says Hellawes. “Sir Launcelot?” Launcelot did not see this damosel approaching, and startles. “What? How did you get here? I last saw you crying over your … Continue reading →
Now, let’s take a second. If you’ve been reading along with Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur up to this point, you may have noticed a phrase that comes up regularly. “Strange adventures.” Knights all the time talk about strange adventures, … Continue reading →
Okay, this strange adventure gets a little involved. Also, Malory is bad about marrying his antecedents and his referents, so I might get something wrong. I’m pretty sure I’ve untangled it all, but still. Don’t say you weren’t warned. At … Continue reading →
Chapter XIII is basically the same story as Chapter XII, but with Gawaine, Uwaine, Ector-the-Lesser, and a knight we’ve never seen before, Sir Sagramour the Lusty, in place of Sir Gaunter, Sir Gilmere, and Sir Raynold. Launcelot, disguised as Kay, … Continue reading →
All right, now, Launcelot’s riding along, hitting up strange adventure after strange adventure, just having a good ol’ time. He’s dressed up as Sir Kay, which allows him to travel incognito. No one knows that he’s Sir Launcelot, so people … Continue reading →
Launcelot rides across the wilderland for another indeterminate period, hours or days or months, eventually arriving at a nice walled manor house out in the middle of nowhere. The house’s resident is a pleasant old lady who offers Launcelot full … Continue reading →
A couple of days later, Launcelot grumpily rides along, and he comes to a long bridge over a gully, and just on the other side there’s some jackass with an ironshod club. “Where’s your toll money?” demands the churl, and … Continue reading →
Trigger warning: Mention of rape. So in the meanwhile we’ve got Launcelot and Yuffie, right? They’re riding along to Launcelot doesn’t know where, but he waits until he’s well away from Castle Turquine before he asks Yuffie exactly what the … Continue reading →
“Hey Yuffie!” Launcelot shouts. “I killed Turquine, so, we can go do that other thing you wanted to do! Am I going to need a horse?” Yuffie rides up and reminds him about Gaheris and the sixty-four other prisoners. “Right, … Continue reading →
So they joust for a while, blah blah blah, couple of hours of jousting. Turquine calls for a thirty-second time out, and makes Launcelot an offer. “Look at me, stranger, what do you see? I’m gigantic, right?” “Yeah, okay,” says … Continue reading →
