Who was wroth but King Mark! asks Malory, but it’s a rhetorical question. King Mark is wroth, I tell you what. “I can’t believe this! I just don’t have any suitable knights! My court sucks!” Gaheris is pretty drunk, but … Continue reading →
Malory announces that he’s going to switch over to another member of the Tristram Rescue Squad. Speak we of other knights that sought after Sir Tristram many divers parts of this land, he says, and I’m like, cool. So naturally … Continue reading →
Sir Lucan (former caterer, Malory reminds us) is the member of the Tristram Rescue Squad who finds Tristram. Funny story, says Malory, it wasn’t as if Lucan had a special lead on Tristram. No, by fortune he puts in at … Continue reading →
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Arthur and Launcelot continue their argument from Chapter 35. “No one in the Castle of Maidens has seen hide or hair of Tristram since you nearly killed him back in Chapter 34,” worries Arthur. “Maybe he wandered off … Continue reading →
Palomides has a problem, and that problem is named Tristram. Tristram eats at Palomides. He can’t sleep. He can’t make sensible conversation. He can’t ride straight, even. After the tournament ends, Palomides starts off, but crossing a ford his horse … Continue reading →
Three chapters, but a short entry, because these chapters are boring. Did you think we were done with the jousting fanfiction? Nope! Chapter 33 is full of it. Let me sum it up for you. Blah blah Mister 100 smote … Continue reading →
For no clear reason, Tristram bugs out in the middle of the tournament. Launcelot had been watching him, but boom, loses track. Sir Dinadan and Gouvernail go too, but no one cares. Dame Bragwaine had been chilling with Guenever, telling … Continue reading →
Chapter 28 opens with a scene I’m just going to skip over, in which Sir Persides and Sir Tristram and Sir Palomides get together for some pre-tournament jousting and Sir Palomides manages to reveal that he recognizes Sir Tristram! Unlike … Continue reading →
Tristram, having ditched Kay and Sagramore and Gawaine, chills at the well. He washes his face, he lies down, he relaxes. Just as he dozes off, along comes Dame Bragwaine! She’s the lovely Isoud’s Irish handmaiden/henchwoman, you remember her. She’s … Continue reading →
This short chapter is divided into two hilarious stories, neither of which reflect well on Sir Gawaine. I almost feel bad for him! Malory does not especially care for Gawaine, you ever get that feeling? First off, Gawaine gets … Continue reading →
