Then the jousting tournament begins, and simply everyone is there. Sir Palamides, but also Sir Gawaine, Gawaine’s brothers Sir Gaheris and Sir Agravaine, Sir Bagdemagus, Sir Kay, Sir Dodinas, Sir Sagramore the Lusty, Sir Li’l Gumret, and Sir Griftlet, plus … Continue reading →
Now we turn from the crazy sitcom of Gareth and his gal pal Lionesse and her shrewish sister Linet and their milquetoast brother Gringamore, back to Camelot. Or Carlion, this chapter Malory puts Arthur’s court at Carilon. It’s Pentecost again, … Continue reading →
King Arthur’s court is all abuzz about Prettyboy and his strange adventure and how he got a horse and armor and a nice golden cloak all out of nowhere, after a year of slaving away in the kitchens for Sir … 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 →
The final chapter of Book VI is a short one. Launcelot gets back to Camelot at Pentecost, and he meets a bunch of knights from his adventures earlier in this book, which serves as a sort of recap of his … Continue reading →
All right, now, Launcelot’s riding along, hitting up strange adventure after strange adventure, just having a good ol’ time. He’s dressed up as Sir Kay, which allows him to travel incognito. No one knows that he’s Sir Launcelot, so people … Continue reading →
Launcelot rides across the wilderland for another indeterminate period, hours or days or months, eventually arriving at a nice walled manor house out in the middle of nowhere. The house’s resident is a pleasant old lady who offers Launcelot full … Continue reading →
“Hey Yuffie!” Launcelot shouts. “I killed Turquine, so, we can go do that other thing you wanted to do! Am I going to need a horse?” Yuffie rides up and reminds him about Gaheris and the sixty-four other prisoners. “Right, … Continue reading →
Arthur presses on alone, and soon he meets a widow. He can tell she’s a widow because she’s on her knees in front of a freshly-dug grave, wringing her hands and sobbing for her dead husband. “What’s the matter, old … Continue reading →
Here’s where things take a turn! So Arthur is chilling in Dunkirk, taking attendance and getting everyone sorted. Unlike D-Day there isn’t any immediate resistance, because the Romans don’t control the northern edge of France, that’s Arthur’s territory. You may … Continue reading →
