On the eve of this planned joust/battle with Mordred, Arthur dream[s] a wonderful dream. He’s in a chair on a scaffold! It gets better. The scaffold is all connected to this big wheel assembly, and it’s slowly turning. As it … Continue reading →
Mordred’s still working on getting Guenever out of her tower when a messenger brings him word: Arthur, Gawaine, and their troops are landing at Dover. Mordred’s okay with this, though, because he has the common people on his side. Apparently … Continue reading →
“Alas,” says Arthur, “that ever this unhappy war was begun.” Nevertheless Arthur does not go home, as Launcelot suggests! Instead the siege goes on for three weeks more, with no activity to speak of, until one morning Sir Gawaine feels … Continue reading →
For three solid hours they joust. Sir Launcelot and Sir Gawaine, hammering one another out in the field in front of Castle Benwick. Their horses die in the first pass, but without a word they dismount, pull out their swords, … Continue reading →
And so, bright and early one morning, Arthur and his enormous army lay siege to Castle Benwick. Sir Gawaine, pretty much the last knight standing, acts as his general. They encircle the castle and assault it with ladders, which Launcelot’s … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Arthur and Gawaine mobilize all of England to invade Benwick. It’s sixty thousand troops, which is the largest army we’ve seen in a while, on par with Arthur’s invasion force in Book V or the armies he and Team … Continue reading →
Malory’s description at this point makes me almost wonder if he has some kind of preference between Sir Gawaine and Sir Launcelot, like, he thinks one of them is a generally awful person and the other is the best knight … Continue reading →
Somehow the Pope hears about this war and writes a letter commanding Arthur and Launcelot to make up. Malory explains that the Bishop of Rochester acted as the Pope’s messenger on this one, but fails to explain how the news … Continue reading →
Cut to four months later. Arthur’s siege on Joyous Gard has gone on nearly that long; Launcelot refuses to come out. Then, Launcelot finally appears, up on the walls of the castle. He calls down to Arthur, saying that the … Continue reading →
“Alas, that ever I bare crown upon my head!” cries Arthur, when he hears about the massacre. “The Round Table is ended, as I predicted. We were running on fumes ever since the Grail quest; now we’re done. Launcelot and … Continue reading →
