So far Balin’s distinguishing characteristic is that he’s dumber than a sack of hammers. I’m just saying. Now one of King Arthur’s best knights whom Malory hasn’t mentioned before (but don’t take that to mean that he isn’t awesome) is … Continue reading →
A little time passes! And then Arthur gets word from King Rience of North Wales — remember that guy? Nobody liked him? Seems King Rience has been making trouble in Ireland and Wales. Seems he may or may not have … Continue reading →
We skip ahead a few hours, and Arthur and Merlin are riding up the road and come to a familiar-looking pavilion. “I recognize this tent,” says Arthur. “It’s the tent of that villain Pelli–” “It’s the tent of King Pellinore, … Continue reading →
A few minutes later, Arthur comes to, with no permanent brain damage from having been knocked unconscious, so that’s how far back it goes, this genre convention of bashing someone on the head and they collapse but wake up fresh … Continue reading →
The mystery knight feels a little bad about beating on Sir Griflet, who might grow up to be a great knight eventually, so he gets down off his horse and helps Griflet up, and Griflet’s bleeding pretty badly but the … Continue reading →
So Morgan le Fay and Igraine are at Arthur’s court, and before anyone says two words of greeting Sir Ulfius stands up and starts hurling invective. He’s been sitting on this hurt for a long time, and he gets all … Continue reading →
Arthur sends someone to get him another horse, and lies down and tries to process the whole bizarre experience, and along comes Merlin. Merlin, for funsies, is disguised as a fourteen-year-old gossipy junior-high girl. “Helloooo Arthur,” says Disguised Merlin. “Uh … Continue reading →
I’m not sure how, but despite being down to about ten thousand men after the slaughter of the last few chapters, and after sending back all the surviving Benwick knights to Benwick to defend Benwick from King Claudas, Arthur and … Continue reading →
“Fight over!” shouts Merlin. “What the hell?” asks Arthur. “The best estimate for the number who died on D-Day, 6 June 1944, is between fifteen and twenty thousand total on both sides,” says Merlin. “You know how many lives you … Continue reading →
It’s at about this point that King Ban gets spotted by King Lot and Mister 100 and the rest of their team. “Aw, man,” says King Lot. “King Ban of Benwick. He’s got Benwick.” “Merlin, what did I tell you?” … Continue reading →
