While Tristram does the mad hermit thing for most of a year, some events transpire! 1) Sir Dagonet, King Arthur’s jester, visits Tintagil with some friends. While they’re out in the woods one day, watering their horses at a … 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 →
It turns out that Sir Nabon is not that bad a guy, really. He throws a big jousting tournament to celebrate the knighting of his son, Sir Nabon Junior, and hundreds of knights (from North Wales and Logris and other … Continue reading →
Three entirely unconnected events this chapter. First, Sir Suppinabiles from last chapter returns to Brittany. “I’m back from Camelot,” he announces. “Did they mention me at all?” Tristram asks. “…Yes, actually.” “Cool! What’d they say what’d they say?” “So, you … 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 →
Sir Lamorak rides off in a huff with Sir Dirant. They haven’t gone far before they stumble upon an unnamed knight in service of Morgan le Fay, the Queen of Gore. Lamorak wastes no time in beating this knight up … Continue reading →
Palamides out, the lovely Isoud and Tristram back to King Mark’s court. Lambegus makes a full recovery. Adtherp we never speak of again. Skip ahead a bit: Sir Andred, Tristram’s cousin, resents Tristram’s being so awesome. Or maybe he’s … Continue reading →
Eventually Tristram finds out that the lovely Isoud was abducted, more or less, by Sir Palamides. Sort of she was abducted, sort of Mark gave her away… Malory phrases it as she “was gone with” him, which is a decent … Continue reading →
You may have noticed that the narrative of the Tale of Sir Tristam lurches around a bit, compared to (for instance) the Tale of Sir Prettyboy in Book VII. Well, here come some more hairpin narrative turns. Mark, Palamides, … Continue reading →
