Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X, Chapters 55 and 56

At this point there’s a brief interlude of Tristram being a dick to Sir Dinadan for no reason at all.  See, Dinadan comes by looking for Tristram, but Tristram’s incognito and won’t tell Dinadan that it’s him.  Then Tristram insults … Continue reading →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X, Chapters 53 and 54

To make a long story very slightly shorter, Tristram and Palomides and Pitiless Bruce paper over this schism by randomly accosting the first knight they see and challenging him to a joust for funsies.  It turns out to be Sir … Continue reading →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X, Chapters 52 and 53

Okay, so, Tristram and the lovely Isoud are finally together and out of Cornwall!  Tristram’s story so far, let me recap:   10 Hang out in Cornwall, having an affair with Isoud 20 Get kicked out of Cornwall 30 Have … Continue reading →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X, Chapters 50 and 51

Malory wants to talk about Tristram again, he’s decided.  The tournament he was just now talking about was a massive success, so naturally Galahalt and Bagdemagus decide to have a second one.  They’re hugely jealous of Launcelot (even though he’s … Continue reading →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X, Chapters 34 and 35

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 →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X Chapters 32 and 33

Malory reveals that King Mark has a younger brother, Prince Boudwin, whom he’s neglected to mention up to this point.  Boudwin exists, Malory insists.  He just hasn’t been involved in literally any of the Cornish events of the last three … Continue reading →

Primary Sources: Le Morte D’Arthur, Book X Chapter 22

“So Mark,” says Arthur. “Yes, sire?” They’re chilling one fine day in Camelot.  Birds sing.  Relative humidity is low.  The flowers blossom. “I’d like a gift from you,” says Arthur.  “I’m not telling you what it is until you promise … Continue reading →