Book V is a fairly short book, and it’s got a decent unity of theme: this is the story of King Arthur and his buddy, Emperor Lucius. Also, World War II! (Or at least the European theater.) (And just the … Continue reading →
Trixie shows up at the rendezvous point, as promised, and she’s tanned and cheerful and totally ignores Gawaine, just burns him, ice, man, she’s ice. But Uwaine and Marhaus and the other damosels discuss their adventures, and Trixie tells the … Continue reading →
So at the previous entry’s cliffhanger, Arthur was looking longingly at the magic coat, and the magic coat was ticking, and Mildred was holding it up and saying how nice it would look on Arthur, he has just the sort … Continue reading →
We rejoin the tale of Morgan and her convenient knights, already in progress. “Well,” she says, “that surely was something. Arthur chasing after us, all mad like that…” “Yeah!” “I don’t like Arthur!” “No! He’s scary!” “So scary! I was … Continue reading →
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 →
Be warned: this chapter is the worst chapter for the ladies in a long while. While Arthur is recuperating in the abbey, Morgan le Fay is back at Camelot, checking her calendar against her timetable. She had this … Continue reading →
“It’s okay, everyone,” Arthur tells the kneeling crowd. “It’s cool. Everybody up. C’mon, chop chop.” Everybody slowly rises to their feet. “Now, see, this is the kind of thing that happens when knights go out to have strange adventures. It … 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 →
