Meanwhile Sir Mordred, whom Launcelot did not kill, limps off to Arthur. He has to go on horseback because, as you may have forgotten, all of this went down while King Arthur was away from Camelot on the pretext of … Continue reading →
“It’s okay, everyone,” Arthur tells the kneeling crowd. “It’s cool. Everybody up. C’mon, chop chop.” Everybody slowly rises to their feet. “Now, see, this is the kind of thing that happens when knights go out to have strange adventures. It … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Sir Accolon also comes to. He’s neither back at Camelot nor in Damas’s prison. Instead he’s lying precariously close to the edge of a well. The well is artesian and there’s a lovely marble fronting and silver pipe and … Continue reading →
Chapter seven is where the story takes a turn. Arthur’s in this dark prison, surrounded by moaning knights. “Who are you and why are you moaning?” he asks. “We’re knights, twenty knights, that have been locked up here as prisoners,” … Continue reading →
