“That’s all great,” says Arthur. “Counterattack foiled, massive heroism, plenty of cattle seized. But Gawaine, who’s your well-dressed friend with the exotic complexion?” “Ah, Uncle Sire —“ “I’ve asked you not to call me that.” “Let me introduce Sir Priamus, … Continue reading →
“So if I work for Arthur now, we should probably go warn him about the sneak attack.” “Sneak attack?” “Yeah, I was on my way to meet up with them. Sixty thousand men from southern Italy and points further out … Continue reading →
And they joust, and at first Gawaine is all rah rah rah yeah yeah but then he starts losing badly. “You should surrender, or at least call for a timeout,” says Priamus. “You’re bleeding all over your clothes; that’s … Continue reading →
Arthur marches from northern France to southern France to northern Italy. Everywhere he goes, folks surrender and offer prizes and so on, until he gets to Tuscany. In Tuscany there’s a city-state that doesn’t just roll over. The city-state isn’t … Continue reading →
Caesar Lucius hears about the events of the previous chapter, about how his attempt to rescue a column of prisoners backfired when ten thousand of Arthur’s troops (counting everyone they could pull together at the last minute) defeated 20% of … Continue reading →
Caesar Lucius has spies scattered throughout France, and he gets word almost immediately that Arthur’s sending his column of prisoners up to Paris with a relatively light guard. So next morning, Cador and Launcelot are leading the column back, and … Continue reading →
So to recap the first part of this chapter: Gawaine and Bors went to Lucius on a mission of peace, and it didn’t go well, and then Gawaine broke truce and killed Lucius’s cousin. Coming back from the commercial break, … Continue reading →
Arthur calls together a special A-team task force, of Sir Gawaine, Sir Bors, Sir Bedivere, and a knight we haven’t met up to this point, the very young Sir Lionel of Benwick, Launcelot’s nephew. “You four scout ahead, get to … Continue reading →
Picking up from yesterday… “The Black Feminist’s Guide to Science Fiction Film Editing,” by Sandra McDonald. First person past tense. Around 6000 words. It’s a catchy title, I’ve got to admit, but I’m not sure I picked up what this … Continue reading →
Arthur presses on alone, and soon he meets a widow. He can tell she’s a widow because she’s on her knees in front of a freshly-dug grave, wringing her hands and sobbing for her dead husband. “What’s the matter, old … Continue reading →
