Well, that sure was a thing that happened, huh? Book XIV had a sudden spike up in weird mystic craziness, what with Percivale meeting a three-hundred-year-old man, and it never really went back down to the usual jousting and damosel … Continue reading →
“Launcelot, Launcelot, Launcelot.” The anchoress tsk tsks and shakes her head. “You were such a good knight, when you were doing earthly adventures back in Book VI. But since then you’ve been engaging in heavenly adventures. It’s a whole new … Continue reading →
Eventually Launcelot arrives at a jousting tournament, because it’s just been too long since there was any serious jousting in this novel, I guess. Five hundred knights are jousting in this tournament, on two teams. The White team is really … Continue reading →
“So I had this advision night before last,” Sir Launcelot says, after breakfast. Nacien nods solemnly. “Let me lay it out for you, because I’m sure you have some questions. Lo, Sir Launcelot, there thou mightest understand the high lineage … Continue reading →
“Well, that was a thing,” says Launcelot. “It was a pretty good story,” says Nacien, in defiance of the evidence of his senses. “Let’s go get some dinner.” Malory is nonspecific as to what they eat or where the dinner … Continue reading →
When we last saw Launcelot, back at the end of Book XIII, he was hanging out with Nacien, repenting of all of his sins. Repenting of all of his sins turns out to take three days! Three days go by, … Continue reading →
So wow! Book XIV gets pretty crazy, huh? I’m going to start with the last thing that happens, Percivale castrating himself as penance for letting the Devil seduce him. To be fair, what Malory says is thigh-wound. But I’m hardly … Continue reading →
Abruptly the tent is gone, the picnic table is gone, the hammock is gone, the cot that a moment ago had a writhing eager naked lady on it is gone. All is smoke and ruin! Percivale panics, which is a … Continue reading →
The lady’s black ship puts in at her private island, which is a nice place, though a little muggy. She has an awning set up, so Percivale can nap in a hammock underneath it, and recover his strength. “That’s super … Continue reading →
This bit is a good bit. Percivale and his lion buddy hang out on the rock, staring out to sea, for a half a day before another boat comes by. This one is covered samite, too, like Nacien’s. Instead … Continue reading →
