Hey, remember Sir Launcelot? Remember how he’s been conspicuously absent for the last few chapters? Turns out he’s been chilling in Benwick this whole time. He got the letter from Sir Gawaine but assumed it was just Gawaine being a … Continue reading →
Malory’s description at this point makes me almost wonder if he has some kind of preference between Sir Gawaine and Sir Launcelot, like, he thinks one of them is a generally awful person and the other is the best knight … Continue reading →
Cut to four months later. Arthur’s siege on Joyous Gard has gone on nearly that long; Launcelot refuses to come out. Then, Launcelot finally appears, up on the walls of the castle. He calls down to Arthur, saying that the … Continue reading →
Launcelot runs back to the Benwick faction quarters, where Sir Bors has already woken up all the other knights in their clique and gotten them all in armor. “Launcelot! You survived!” “Of course I survived. What’s all this?” “Blame my … Continue reading →
The next big jousting tournament in the rotation is the Candlemas tournament, around New Year’s. Everybody plans to attend, Launcelot included. Guenever, with whom he’s made up by now, calls him into her chambers one evening. “Listen,” she says. “I … Continue reading →
Bors and Launcelot and Lavaine and Elaine end up staying at Sir Baudwin’s for several months. At first they’re waiting around so that the knights can go directly from the hermitage to King Arthur’s next scheduled jousting tournament, a Halloween … Continue reading →
Shortly after exiling Launcelot in a fit of pique, Guenever organizes a small banquet, for herself and a couple of dozen knights. They divide up easily into factions! THE ORKNEY FACTION Sir Gawaine His brother Sir Agravaine Their brother Sir … Continue reading →
Now we will leave off this matter, says Malory, and speak we of Sir Tristram, and of Sir Palomides, and that sound you hear is me banging my head against my desk. The tail end of Book XII, chapters … Continue reading →
We play a sad violin song for Sir Palomides, as he wanders around in the forest near Joyous Gard. He eats little, he speaks softly or not at all; he’s got some depression going, you guys. All men had marvel … Continue reading →
The next morning Safere and Palomides ride out from Epinogris’s castle together. Before they’ve gone very far they pass another castle. This castle is all done up for mourning (Malory doesn’t explain what this looks like, so I’m imagining black … Continue reading →
