More sexual assault this chapter. Just a dab. After a brief stopover in an harbour to a lady which knew him well enough, Bors falls right into his next marvellous adventure. Just a reminder, the scale goes “no adventure, adventure, … Continue reading →
In the morning Bors wakes up and reflects on what a crazy dream he had. Modestly, he dresses himself before meeting with Catherine, and even more modestly, he insists on the two of them taking in a Mass before they … Continue reading →
THE STORY OF CATHERINE AND HER SISTER, AS TOLD BY CATHERINE Once upon a time, there was a king named Aniause, who ruled a whole valley. And he married my older sister Minnie-May, despite me being single and much … Continue reading →
At the Tower Of The Hot Chick, Bors gets seriously feted. It is a whole big thing. Before he knows it, he’s in Catherine’s boudoir, and she’s sitting very close to him on a sofa, and she’s wearing something see-through. … Continue reading →
We flash back to the end of Book XIII, Chapter 8. Sir Bors, like all the rest of the knights on the Quest for the Holy Grail, rides out of Camelot and quickly finds himself alone. He rides along for … Continue reading →
“So, change of plans,” Sir Galahad says, early the next morning. “What, are you not coming back with me to Camelot or something?” Launcelot snickers at the ridiculous thought. “Nope!” “What, seriously?” To say Launcelot is hella disappointed is to … Continue reading →
A new Book! A new beginning. We open at Camelot during, of course, Pentecost. Everything important starts at Pentecost. It’s the night before Arthur’s big annual feast, with tables set ready to the meat but since it isn’t Pentecost yet, … Continue reading →
“Well, brother, I will do after your counsel, and ride after you.” Launcelot’s on board! He and Ector and Percivale make ready to return to Camelot. Only problem: Elaine. Elaine cries and cries, that Launcelot should leave her. She begs … Continue reading →
Malory changes scenes abruptly, and spends a half-chapter filling us in on Sir Bors and Sir Lionel. They set out at the same time as Percivale, but they never found Launcelot. Instead, Bors drags Lionel to the court of King … Continue reading →
Guenever overhears Bors, Lionel, and Ector bemoaning Launcelot’s fate, and she ostentatiously faints, with a loud SWOON! Soon she’s lounging on a divan, attended to by the three knights, gradually returning to consciousness. “Seek him,” she begs the knights. “And … Continue reading →
