Malory shifts gears unexpectedly at this point. Sir Carados, he announces, that mighty villain who is 100% knight, 100% king, and 99% giant, fought Sir Gawaine. This is a whole new Sir Carados. Forget everything you thought you knew about … Continue reading →
Most of this section feels like padding, which, coming as it does on the tail of three chapters of wall-to-wall jousting action, is saying something. Gareth wanders around overnight and comes to a castle. He knocks on the door, … 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 →
A year later, the next Pentecost, Arthur is once again pacing around, waiting for the annual strange adventure. Finally a page comes in, tells him it’s cool, there’s a girl here with a strange adventure. Now this girl’s name is … 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, so, while we’re talking about the poor treatment of women in these stories… Launcelot’s riding around, and he comes across a knight running down a damosel. “Help! Help!” she shouts. Launcelot sighs, and rides up in between the … Continue reading →
Here’s a change-up after the supernaturalism of the previous strange adventure. This one is way more straightforward. Nothing supernatural, just a lot of misogyny. Okay, you’ve got Sir Launcelot, he’s riding around, and one day he’s passing by a castle … Continue reading →
Launcelot’s out in the churchyard, reflecting on his bizarre experience just now. “Excuse me,” says Hellawes. “Sir Launcelot?” Launcelot did not see this damosel approaching, and startles. “What? How did you get here? I last saw you crying over your … Continue reading →
