So the Archbishop and the hermit-knights break out their funeral wagon, last used to transport Guenever’s body. They load Launcelot onto it, and take the Knight of the Cart on one last cart-ride, across the land to his old home, … Continue reading →
Launcelot finds Guenever easily; she hasn’t been living as an incognito nun, just as a nun. He strides into her cloister, and when she sees him she faints! The nuns with Guenever help her back up. “Oh, thanks,” she says. … Continue reading →
Hey, remember Sir Launcelot? Remember how he’s been conspicuously absent for the last few chapters? Turns out he’s been chilling in Benwick this whole time. He got the letter from Sir Gawaine but assumed it was just Gawaine being a … Continue reading →
And so, bright and early one morning, Arthur and his enormous army lay siege to Castle Benwick. Sir Gawaine, pretty much the last knight standing, acts as his general. They encircle the castle and assault it with ladders, which Launcelot’s … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Arthur and Gawaine mobilize all of England to invade Benwick. It’s sixty thousand troops, which is the largest army we’ve seen in a while, on par with Arthur’s invasion force in Book V or the armies he and Team … Continue reading →
Malory’s description at this point makes me almost wonder if he has some kind of preference between Sir Gawaine and Sir Launcelot, like, he thinks one of them is a generally awful person and the other is the best knight … Continue reading →
Cut to four months later. Arthur’s siege on Joyous Gard has gone on nearly that long; Launcelot refuses to come out. Then, Launcelot finally appears, up on the walls of the castle. He calls down to Arthur, saying that the … Continue reading →
Launcelot runs back to the Benwick faction quarters, where Sir Bors has already woken up all the other knights in their clique and gotten them all in armor. “Launcelot! You survived!” “Of course I survived. What’s all this?” “Blame my … Continue reading →
When Agravaine and Mordred tell Arthur that Launcelot has been sleeping with Guenever for decades, the old king sits down heavily. “Do you have any evidence?” he asks. “Evidence?” Agravaine is puzzled. “What, suddenly the burden of proof is on … 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 →
