After Jesus leaves, Galahad heals Evelake, pretty much as an afterthought. Evelake goes off to join Nacien’s religious order, become one of the white monks. The various knights might compare notes at this point, except an angelic voice commands them … Continue reading →
Launcelot enters Castle Corbin and cautiously picks his way forward. He’s ready for anything, but instead of anything, he encounters nothing. A whole series of empty rooms, doors hanging open, nothing stopping him from penetrating to the very center of … Continue reading →
Galahad, Percivale, Bors, and Magdalena travel for an indeterminate time, eventually arriving at a waste forest. In this remote corner of the world they happen across a magic deer and four magic lions. The lions chase the deer and the … Continue reading →
The magical ship deposits Galahad, Magdalena, Percivale, and Bors somewhere in Scotland, at a castle that men call Carteloise. “Just so you know,” says Mags, “in a minute a bunch of guys are going to attack us because you’re affiliated … Continue reading →
THE STORY OF CATHERINE AND HER SISTER, AS TOLD BY CATHERINE Once upon a time, there was a king named Aniause, who ruled a whole valley. And he married my older sister Minnie-May, despite me being single and much … Continue reading →
We flash back to the end of Book XIII, Chapter 8. Sir Bors, like all the rest of the knights on the Quest for the Holy Grail, rides out of Camelot and quickly finds himself alone. He rides along for … Continue reading →
Ector and Gawaine wander around a while after burying Uwaine, and then they show up at Nacien’s house. NB this is actual Nacien, identified as such by name, rather than a generic and nonspecific old man in white robes. I … Continue reading →
“So I had this advision night before last,” Sir Launcelot says, after breakfast. Nacien nods solemnly. “Let me lay it out for you, because I’m sure you have some questions. Lo, Sir Launcelot, there thou mightest understand the high lineage … Continue reading →
“Well, that was a thing,” says Launcelot. “It was a pretty good story,” says Nacien, in defiance of the evidence of his senses. “Let’s go get some dinner.” Malory is nonspecific as to what they eat or where the dinner … Continue reading →
When we last saw Launcelot, back at the end of Book XIII, he was hanging out with Nacien, repenting of all of his sins. Repenting of all of his sins turns out to take three days! Three days go by, … Continue reading →
