Action-packed chapter today! Roundabout this time Accolon’s body and Arthur’s note arrive, and Morgan is all at once equal parts heartbroken, angry, and frightened. But since she can’t let on that she cares especially about Accolon, or that Arthur … Continue reading →
Chapter XI picks up mid-conversation, as Malory keeps doing. Jerk. Arthur has Excalibur back and he’s looming over Accolon, who’s even more wounded than he is and not nearly so knightly. “Aw, man,” moans Accolon. “This whole Excalibur-wielding plan … Continue reading →
So Arthur’s badly wounded, and disarmed, and Accolon clearly has the upper hand. Accolon paces around Arthur, toying with him, flashing Excalibur at him. “Knight (whom I totally don’t know who really is),” he says, “you’re beaten! Surrender and I … Continue reading →
Arthur and Accolon joust. Arthur doesn’t know it’s Accolon, because of course they’re both wearing face-concealing jousting-helmets and Accolon isn’t announcing his name all the time the way Arthur tends to. They joust, and they’re jousting, and a joust happens. … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Sir Accolon also comes to. He’s neither back at Camelot nor in Damas’s prison. Instead he’s lying precariously close to the edge of a well. The well is artesian and there’s a lovely marble fronting and silver pipe and … Continue reading →
Now we’re on to the third tale of Book IV, which is a fairly major one, the Story of Morgan le Fay Trying to Kill Arthur. It starts off innocently enough. One day King Arthur, his brother-in-law King Uriens, and … Continue reading →
As I said yesterday, Lot and the eleven kings on his side in the battle against Arthur, which group of kings overlaps with but is not identical to the kings in Team Lot & Mister 100 from Book I, they … Continue reading →
