NB in this entry Bors speaks for me. Mags leads the knights across the room to a big bed, and shows them two swords and four wooden rods hanging on the wall over the headboard. Two of the rods … Continue reading →
The scabbard is snakeskin, embroidered with silver and golden thread spelling out writing, and it’s on a remarkably cheap belt. The writing reads as follows: “I am a scabbard for the very best, and the knight who earns me will … Continue reading →
The magical ship sails on overnight, ultimately ending up out on the rocks near the land of Logris. Oddly, there’s another ship of the same rich enough design, moored on the rocks. “That’s ours,” says Mags. “Definitely. Let’s go. For … Continue reading →
Galahad rides on, stopping briefly at his grandfather’s castle Carbonek, and on. One night at a cottage, he meets a woman. Let’s give her a solid religiousy name, like Magdalena. While Galahad sleeps, Mags comes up to the door of … Continue reading →
So there’s Bors, badly wounded but on his feet. He’s full of that inexplicable knightly hardiness that you sometimes see in a Malory hero. Arthur had it, when he fought Sir Accolon. Sir Palomides had it at Lonazep, I think. … Continue reading →
The priest whose hermitage the knights have camped at comes rushing over at this point. “Jeez, man, why’d you have to do a thing? He was truly a holy man! If he dies then you’re definitely going to hell, for … Continue reading →
A couple of days of travel after visiting the abbot with the bizarre intrepretations of visions Bors didn’t actually have, our man Bors comes to a jousting tournament! It’s been too long since Malory threw one in, I mean, like … Continue reading →
CUT TO the next morning. We join the scene in medias res, with Bors explaining to the abbot how he can only have bread and water for breakfast, due to the strictures of the Grail Quest. “Hmm. Bread and … Continue reading →
Last entry was a little long, this one is short. These things happen! Sir Bors, having just defeated the Devil (without resorting to self-mutilation) stands alone in the wilderness. In the distance he hears a churchbell ringing, and he … Continue reading →
“You’re a priest, right?” Bors asks not-Nacien. “I’m absolutely a priest. I’m Nacien; Nacien is a priest. Therefore I am a priest.” “I had this dream you can maybe interpret, then.” Bors relates the dream he had instead of sex, … Continue reading →
