When Agravaine and Mordred tell Arthur that Launcelot has been sleeping with Guenever for decades, the old king sits down heavily. “Do you have any evidence?” he asks. “Evidence?” Agravaine is puzzled. “What, suddenly the burden of proof is on … Continue reading →
New story! Once upon a time there was a Hungarian knight named Sir Urre, who fought with a Spanish knight named Sir Alphegus, at Alphegus’s father’s tournament. Urre killed Alphegus, but Alphegus had a death-curse, on account of his mother … Continue reading →
Now we will leave off this matter, says Malory, and speak we of Sir Tristram, and of Sir Palomides, and that sound you hear is me banging my head against my desk. The tail end of Book XII, chapters … Continue reading →
