Shortly after exiling Launcelot in a fit of pique, Guenever organizes a small banquet, for herself and a couple of dozen knights. They divide up easily into factions! THE ORKNEY FACTION Sir Gawaine His brother Sir Agravaine Their brother Sir … Continue reading →
Despite Launcelot’s endorsement, Breunor goes down! He collapses, overcome with exhaustion. His opponent, Sir Plenorius, had pity of him, and says “listen, kid, you did your best. If you hadn’t already been tired from fighting my two brothers Sir Plaine … Continue reading →
Launcelot figures he’s obliged to rescue Breunor, if the kid’s been captured by these jerk knights of Castle Pendragon. He rides up to the castle where a half-dozen knights make to capture him, just as they did Breunor. However they … Continue reading →
Things get weird, okay? Bear in mind that at this point we’re doing THE STORY OF ARTHUR THE SUB-STORY OF TRISTRAM THE SUB-SUB-STORY OF BREUNOR Now add to that the Sub-Sub-Sub-Story of Launcelot, because there’s this whole thing … Continue reading →
So naturally a hundred or so knights come boiling out of Castle Orgulous, ready to avenge their fallen comrade. Breunor realizes he’s in over his head, so he carefully ties his horse up just outside Castle Orgulous, then goes back … Continue reading →
Kay watches them ride off. He’s annoyed at Breunor and Marcie both: Breunor’s really holding a grudge about Kay’s nickname for him (which Kay still thinks was hilarious) and Marcie insulted him to his face. “Hey, Dagonet,” he says. Dagonet, … Continue reading →
THEN ALONG CAME MARCIE! She’s just the latest in a long line of damosels Malory doesn’t give real names to. He gives her a nickname. Several, actually. But Breunor gets a real name and a nickname both, so why be … Continue reading →
We’re shifting gears for the next nine or ten chapters. Out with Sir Tristram the randomly bloodthirsty, in with Sir Breunor, aka the Black Knight (one of many), aka the Knight in an Ill-Fitting Suit, or La Cote Male Taile. … Continue reading →
SMASH CUT to Arthur’s court, as he welcomes the three men to the big Pentecost feast. “Two men and a third man who’s seven feet tall!” cries Arthur. “As strange adventures go, that’s… pretty tame, actually. Now I’m worried there’s … Continue reading →
