For whatever reason, Malory moved the grand finale of the saga of Sir Tristram from Book X to the very end of Book XII, but in the interests of narrative cohesion, I include it here. We flash ahead to several … Continue reading →
The Tale of Palomides Feeling Sorry for Himself opens with Bleoberis and Ector leaving Joyous Gard at the end of that week-long party. They traveled to a seaside resort castle, where Guenever had been staying. Through the grace of God … Continue reading →
At Joyous Gard Tristram, Palomides, Dinadan, and Gareth spent some time just chilling. They still planned to attend the big tournament at LONAZEP that keeps getting mentioned, but they were in no hurry. Palomides and Tristram went out riding a … Continue reading →
Palomides, separated from his companions, embarked upon his strange adventure. He boarded the ship which Hermance, the dead guy, arrived on, and told the sailors aboard to take him wherever he was supposed to go. “Strange adventure me, boys,” he … Continue reading →
Tristram had left Cornwall several times before, but this was the first time he brought the lovely Isoud out with him. At last, there was no longer a reason for him to ever return. This was a game-changer. Obviously everything … Continue reading →
New story! New story! Gather round, and let me tell you all about Sir Galahalt, who should not be confused with Sir Galahad. Galahalt was prince of the country of Surluse, one of Arthur’s vassal states. He might have been … Continue reading →
Malory reveals that King Mark has a younger brother, Prince Boudwin, whom he’s neglected to mention up to this point. Boudwin existed, Malory insists. He just hadn’t been involved in literally any of the Cornish events of the last three … Continue reading →
New story, I guess: the story of Elias’s siege of Tintagil. It happened contemporaneous with Launcelot grimly reading Mark’s note and Dinadan coming up with the novelty song idea. Once upon a time (while Launcelot quaked with fury) Tristram left … Continue reading →
We open with King Arthur and his prisoner-guest, King Mark, relaxing one fine day in Camelot. Birds sing. Relative humidity is low. Flowers blossom. “So Mark,” said Arthur, sipping lemonade. “Yes, sire?” “I’d like a gift from you.” Arthur took … Continue reading →
The tale opens with Dinadan and Palomides right where we left them at the end of the last tale. Neither of the two recognized the other, even though they’d spent a big chunk of Book IX in prison together. They … Continue reading →
