Galahad rides on, stopping briefly at his grandfather’s castle Carbonek, and on. One night at a cottage, he meets a woman. Let’s give her a solid religiousy name, like Magdalena. While Galahad sleeps, Mags comes up to the door of … Continue reading →
This book is all about Galahad and the Grail, and Malory helpfully reminds us where he left Galahad: Book XIV, Chapter 4. Though Percivale is a holy knight and a fabulous fighter he can’t handle 20+ to one odds. … Continue reading →
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 →
A couple of days of travel after visiting the abbot with the bizarre intrepretations of visions Bors didn’t actually have, our man Bors comes to a jousting tournament! It’s been too long since Malory threw one in, I mean, like … Continue reading →
CUT TO the next morning. We join the scene in medias res, with Bors explaining to the abbot how he can only have bread and water for breakfast, due to the strictures of the Grail Quest. “Hmm. Bread and … Continue reading →
Last entry was a little long, this one is short. These things happen! Sir Bors, having just defeated the Devil (without resorting to self-mutilation) stands alone in the wilderness. In the distance he hears a churchbell ringing, and he … Continue reading →
“You’re a priest, right?” Bors asks not-Nacien. “I’m absolutely a priest. I’m Nacien; Nacien is a priest. Therefore I am a priest.” “I had this dream you can maybe interpret, then.” Bors relates the dream he had instead of sex, … Continue reading →
More sexual assault this chapter. Just a dab. After a brief stopover in an harbour to a lady which knew him well enough, Bors falls right into his next marvellous adventure. Just a reminder, the scale goes “no adventure, adventure, … Continue reading →
