Action-packed chapter today! Roundabout this time Accolon’s body and Arthur’s note arrive, and Morgan is all at once equal parts heartbroken, angry, and frightened. But since she can’t let on that she cares especially about Accolon, or that Arthur … Continue reading →
Be warned: this chapter is the worst chapter for the ladies in a long while. While Arthur is recuperating in the abbey, Morgan le Fay is back at Camelot, checking her calendar against her timetable. She had this … Continue reading →
Chapter XI picks up mid-conversation, as Malory keeps doing. Jerk. Arthur has Excalibur back and he’s looming over Accolon, who’s even more wounded than he is and not nearly so knightly. “Aw, man,” moans Accolon. “This whole Excalibur-wielding plan … Continue reading →
Arthur and Accolon joust. Arthur doesn’t know it’s Accolon, because of course they’re both wearing face-concealing jousting-helmets and Accolon isn’t announcing his name all the time the way Arthur tends to. They joust, and they’re jousting, and a joust happens. … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Sir Accolon also comes to. He’s neither back at Camelot nor in Damas’s prison. Instead he’s lying precariously close to the edge of a well. The well is artesian and there’s a lovely marble fronting and silver pipe and … Continue reading →
Now we’re on to the third tale of Book IV, which is a fairly major one, the Story of Morgan le Fay Trying to Kill Arthur. It starts off innocently enough. One day King Arthur, his brother-in-law King Uriens, and … Continue reading →
As I said yesterday, Lot and the eleven kings on his side in the battle against Arthur, which group of kings overlaps with but is not identical to the kings in Team Lot & Mister 100 from Book I, they … 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 →
Right, Sir Ulfius and Merlin. Ulfius runs back to Uther, tells him how Merlin was there, and Uther’s like, what? you liar, I don’t see Merlin. Merlin is waiting outside, in fact; apparently he’s like a vampire in that he … Continue reading →
