So at the previous entry’s cliffhanger, Arthur was looking longingly at the magic coat, and the magic coat was ticking, and Mildred was holding it up and saying how nice it would look on Arthur, he has just the sort … Continue reading →
We rejoin the tale of Morgan and her convenient knights, already in progress. “Well,” she says, “that surely was something. Arthur chasing after us, all mad like that…” “Yeah!” “I don’t like Arthur!” “No! He’s scary!” “So scary! I was … Continue reading →
Action-packed chapter today! Roundabout this time Accolon’s body and Arthur’s note arrive, and Morgan is all at once equal parts heartbroken, angry, and frightened. But since she can’t let on that she cares especially about Accolon, or that Arthur … Continue reading →
Be warned: this chapter is the worst chapter for the ladies in a long while. While Arthur is recuperating in the abbey, Morgan le Fay is back at Camelot, checking her calendar against her timetable. She had this … Continue reading →
Arthur and Accolon joust. Arthur doesn’t know it’s Accolon, because of course they’re both wearing face-concealing jousting-helmets and Accolon isn’t announcing his name all the time the way Arthur tends to. They joust, and they’re jousting, and a joust happens. … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Sir Accolon also comes to. He’s neither back at Camelot nor in Damas’s prison. Instead he’s lying precariously close to the edge of a well. The well is artesian and there’s a lovely marble fronting and silver pipe and … Continue reading →
Chapter seven is where the story takes a turn. Arthur’s in this dark prison, surrounded by moaning knights. “Who are you and why are you moaning?” he asks. “We’re knights, twenty knights, that have been locked up here as prisoners,” … Continue reading →
