A little time passes! And then Arthur gets word from King Rience of North Wales — remember that guy? Nobody liked him? Seems King Rience has been making trouble in Ireland and Wales. Seems he may or may not have … 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 →
“Fight over!” shouts Merlin. “What the hell?” asks Arthur. “The best estimate for the number who died on D-Day, 6 June 1944, is between fifteen and twenty thousand total on both sides,” says Merlin. “You know how many lives you … Continue reading →
It’s at about this point that King Ban gets spotted by King Lot and Mister 100 and the rest of their team. “Aw, man,” says King Lot. “King Ban of Benwick. He’s got Benwick.” “Merlin, what did I tell you?” … Continue reading →
Things start to get muddled and complicated. You’ve got Arthur and Ban and Bors riding into Mister 100′s camp, pulling a sneak attack at night which catches many of Mister 100′s troops in their tents, which tents get pulled down, … Continue reading →
So Ulfius and Brastias go back to London, Arthur asks how it went, they say it went well and Bors and Ban are coming, Arthur asks when, and Ulfius and Brastias say November. I don’t get the chronology here at … Continue reading →
So after the battle, Arthur heads back to London, and Merlin tells him to call all his barons together for a planning session, because Team Lot & Mister 100 are dangerous business, not folks whom Arthur can just ignore. Arthur … Continue reading →
Special double post! It’s only because chapters 5 and 6 of Book I run together without a good breakpoint, mid-conversation. There are several bits like this scattered about later in the text; I’ll deal with them on a case-by-case basis. … Continue reading →
Uther’s death! As promised! It’s actually pretty sad. Time goes by, a year or two, and before things have really gotten properly settled Uther gets some kind of unnamed lingering disease, which could be anything from tuberculosis to stomach cancer … Continue reading →
