Cut to four months later. Arthur’s siege on Joyous Gard went on nearly that long; Launcelot refused to come out. Then, Launcelot finally appeared, up on the walls of the castle. He called down to Arthur, saying that the siege … Continue reading →
The next morning, Gaheris and Gareth very regretfully led Guenever out to the stake for burning. With them were a sizable group of knights of the Round Table: Sir Belliance, the jerk Sir Segwarides, the cuckold Sir Griftlet the Caterer … Continue reading →
And at this point things go down more or less how you’d expect. Launcelot headed over to Guenever’s chambers. Mordred and the other knights hid, then listened at the door. When it sounded like Launcelot and Guenever were in a … Continue reading →
Another year, another May, another season of romance and whimsy! Book XX opens with the stark contrast between all the happy lovers in Camelot (chief among them Guenever and Launcelot) and the two villains of our piece, Sir Agravaine and … Continue reading →
New story! Once upon a time there was a Hungarian knight named Sir Urre, who fought with a Spanish knight named Sir Alphegus, at Alphegus’s father’s tournament. Urre killed Alphegus, but Alphegus had a death-curse, on account of his mother … Continue reading →
Out in the jousting field, Guenever was once again in the dock, anxiously awaiting Launcelot. Haven’t we done this all before? We have. But this time, instead of Sir Bors stalling for time, it was Sir Lavaine who was certain, … Continue reading →
Shortly afterwards Launcelot and Guenever planned a night-time rendezvous. Lavaine thought this was a bad idea, what with Sir Meliagrance the Recently Pardoned still hanging around Camelot just looking for an excuse to take Launcelot down a peg. Launcelot ignored … Continue reading →
Up in a tower in the castle, Guenever and all her ladies in waiting stood patiently, staring out the windows waiting for Launcelot to come rescue them. “I see somebody!” said one of the ladies, pointing down to the cart … Continue reading →
Once back at Meliagrance’s castle, Guenever’s knights had their wounds bound, which was good, but they were kept under constant guard, which was bad. No one at Camelot knew where they went, which was what Meliagrance was counting on! If … Continue reading →
Guenever woke up one fine spring morning and decided to throw a party. Not just any party! A special May party, a fun-times trip out into the glorious beauty of pastoral England. Naturally, to ensure maximal enjoyment of the splendors … Continue reading →
