Meanwhile, elsewhere, Arthur and Launcelot continue their argument from Chapter 35. “No one in the Castle of Maidens has seen hide or hair of Tristram since you nearly killed him back in Chapter 34,” worries Arthur. “Maybe he wandered off … Continue reading →
For no clear reason, Tristram bugs out in the middle of the tournament. Launcelot had been watching him, but boom, loses track. Sir Dinadan and Gouvernail go too, but no one cares. Dame Bragwaine had been chilling with Guenever, telling … Continue reading →
Tristram, having ditched Kay and Sagramore and Gawaine, chills at the well. He washes his face, he lies down, he relaxes. Just as he dozes off, along comes Dame Bragwaine! She’s the lovely Isoud’s Irish handmaiden/henchwoman, you remember her. She’s … Continue reading →
Sir Dinant wastes no time in scooping up Tauleas’s head and taking it to Tintagil for the reward. He fills Mark in on the combat with the giant, how it went, how brave Dinant was, how a naked hermit helped … Continue reading →
Tristram and Lamorak meet back up at the forester and collect Kehdyius, and then the three of them ride back to the ship where they’d gotten wrecked back in the first place, and meet the folks they left there, Gouvernail … Continue reading →
Sir Tristram! The jerk! We last saw him married to Isoud the White and ruling the kingdom of Brittany. As the curtain parts on Book IX proper, he receives a series of letters from the lovely Isoud in Cornwall. “Darling … Continue reading →
Malory’s a little all over the place today, folks. After the literal cliffhanger of the previous entry, this chapter of the story drifts into out-and-out surrealism. For starters, you’ve got Gouvernail (Tristram’s French tutor cum manservant) and his two henchmen … Continue reading →
Malory shifts gears unexpectedly at this point. Sir Carados, he announces, that mighty villain who is 100% knight, 100% king, and 99% giant, fought Sir Gawaine. This is a whole new Sir Carados. Forget everything you thought you knew about … Continue reading →
Once the partying and charm offensive die down, everyone pretty much assumes that Sir Tristram and the lovely Isoud will be wed. Certainly it’s what Queen Isoud and King Anguish expect. But Tristram keeps failing to ask for her hand, … Continue reading →
