Sir Bors is an all right guy! Like Sir Percivale, he’s a little more down to earth than Galahad. Galahad is just weird, like he’s too good for this world. But Bors is okay. I mean, granted, Malory’s utter lack … Continue reading →
So there’s Bors, badly wounded but on his feet. He’s full of that inexplicable knightly hardiness that you sometimes see in a Malory hero. Arthur had it, when he fought Sir Accolon. Sir Palomides had it at Lonazep, I think. … Continue reading →
The priest whose hermitage the knights have camped at comes rushing over at this point. “Jeez, man, why’d you have to do a thing? He was truly a holy man! If he dies then you’re definitely going to hell, for … Continue reading →
