Meanwhile Sir Mordred, whom Launcelot did not kill, limps off to Arthur. He has to go on horseback because, as you may have forgotten, all of this went down while King Arthur was away from Camelot on the pretext of … Continue reading →
43) Sir “Good Uwaine” Uwaine, the late Sir Uwaine’s brother with the same name 44) Sir “Big Heart” Ozanna 45) Sir Astamor 46) Sir Gromere Grummorson 47) Sir Crosshelm 48) Sir Servause the Bruce, who one time had dinner just … Continue reading →
“That’s all great,” says Arthur. “Counterattack foiled, massive heroism, plenty of cattle seized. But Gawaine, who’s your well-dressed friend with the exotic complexion?” “Ah, Uncle Sire —“ “I’ve asked you not to call me that.” “Let me introduce Sir Priamus, … Continue reading →
“So if I work for Arthur now, we should probably go warn him about the sneak attack.” “Sneak attack?” “Yeah, I was on my way to meet up with them. Sixty thousand men from southern Italy and points further out … Continue reading →
And they joust, and at first Gawaine is all rah rah rah yeah yeah but then he starts losing badly. “You should surrender, or at least call for a timeout,” says Priamus. “You’re bleeding all over your clothes; that’s … Continue reading →
Arthur marches from northern France to southern France to northern Italy. Everywhere he goes, folks surrender and offer prizes and so on, until he gets to Tuscany. In Tuscany there’s a city-state that doesn’t just roll over. The city-state isn’t … Continue reading →
