Despite Launcelot’s endorsement, Breunor goes down! He collapses, overcome with exhaustion. His opponent, Sir Plenorius, had pity of him, and says “listen, kid, you did your best. If you hadn’t already been tired from fighting my two brothers Sir Plaine … Continue reading →
Launcelot figures he’s obliged to rescue Breunor, if the kid’s been captured by these jerk knights of Castle Pendragon. He rides up to the castle where a half-dozen knights make to capture him, just as they did Breunor. However they … Continue reading →
Things get weird, okay? Bear in mind that at this point we’re doing THE STORY OF ARTHUR THE SUB-STORY OF TRISTRAM THE SUB-SUB-STORY OF BREUNOR Now add to that the Sub-Sub-Sub-Story of Launcelot, because there’s this whole thing … Continue reading →
So naturally a hundred or so knights come boiling out of Castle Orgulous, ready to avenge their fallen comrade. Breunor realizes he’s in over his head, so he carefully ties his horse up just outside Castle Orgulous, then goes back … Continue reading →
Kay watches them ride off. He’s annoyed at Breunor and Marcie both: Breunor’s really holding a grudge about Kay’s nickname for him (which Kay still thinks was hilarious) and Marcie insulted him to his face. “Hey, Dagonet,” he says. Dagonet, … Continue reading →
THEN ALONG CAME MARCIE! She’s just the latest in a long line of damosels Malory doesn’t give real names to. He gives her a nickname. Several, actually. But Breunor gets a real name and a nickname both, so why be … Continue reading →
Meanwhile again, while we’re just talking about the random stuff that Tristram does, he’s outside his tent (which he’s still got pitched outside Camelot) chillaxing when a lady wanders by, sobbing. Tristram asks her why she’s sobbing, and if she … Continue reading →
