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 →
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 →
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 →
“Okay, well, compared to my sorrow, your sorrow is japes. Your sorrow is laughter and prancing around and putting buckets of water on ajar doors and cans of peanut brittle that actually have snakes in them, and all that kind … Continue reading →
New story! New story! Gather round, and let me tell you all about Sir Galahalt, who should not be confused with Sir Galahad. This story has so much jousting you guys, that’s why we’re covering seven chapters today. Galahalt is … Continue reading →
So it’s been twenty years. Alisander is a full-grown man, ready to be knighted alongside twenty of his contemporaries in Ardunel where he’s been slumming around most of his life. Big knighting ceremony, followed by a big jousting tournament, which … Continue reading →
