After Nacien’s pep talk, Bors gathered his stuff together and continued on. A little ways down the path he watched as a mama bird fed her baby birds with her own flesh, dying for them. “Portentous!” he said to himself, … Continue reading →
The Tale of Sir Bors is easily my favorite of these Grail-quest travelogues. We begin with a flashback to Book XIII. Sir Bors, like all the rest of the knights on the Quest for the Holy Grail, rode out of … Continue reading →
Shortly after burying Uwaine, Ector and Gawaine arrived at Nacien’s house. He was not exactly pleased to see either of them, but he agreed to hear their confessions and offer advice. “Okay, listen up,” said Gawaine, and started confessing sins. … Continue reading →
On the way to Nacien’s house, another largely pointless interlude occurred: Sir Gawaine and Sir Ector bump into a strange knight. I’m just going to tell you now, it was Sir Uwaine, for some reason. Uwaine and Gawaine were first … Continue reading →
You know who Malory hasn’t checked in on, lately? Sir Gawaine! You know why Malory hasn’t checked in on Sir Gawaine? Because he wasn’t doing anything interesting! Since we last saw him in Book XIII, Gawaine had been riding around, … Continue reading →
Eventually Launcelot arrived at a jousting tournament, because it’d just been too long since there was any serious jousting in this novel, I guess. Five hundred knights were jousting in this tournament, on two teams. The White team was really … Continue reading →
Launcelot got up in the morning and rode around for a while. But then he bumped into the Mystery Knight! You may remember the Mystery Knight — he found the Grail and took Launcelot’s sword and helmet and horse, but … Continue reading →
When we last saw Launcelot, back at the end of Book XIII, Nacien had been helping him do penance and repent of all of his sins. Repenting of all of his sins turned out to take three days. On the … Continue reading →
Abruptly the tent was gone, the picnic table was gone, the hammock was gone, the cot that a moment ago had borne a writhing eager naked lady on it was gone. All was smoke and ruin! The sea roiled as … Continue reading →
Once Nacien had interpreted Percivale’s dream for him, he told Percivale it was time to move on. Percivale agreeably dove back into the water, where he washed around he wist not whither for an indeterminate time, again. Eventually he found … Continue reading →
