NB in this entry Bors speaks for me. Mags leads the knights across the room to a big bed, and shows them two swords and four wooden rods hanging on the wall over the headboard. Two of the rods … Continue reading →
The scabbard is snakeskin, embroidered with silver and golden thread spelling out writing, and it’s on a remarkably cheap belt. The writing reads as follows: “I am a scabbard for the very best, and the knight who earns me will … Continue reading →
The magical ship sails on overnight, ultimately ending up out on the rocks near the land of Logris. Oddly, there’s another ship of the same rich enough design, moored on the rocks. “That’s ours,” says Mags. “Definitely. Let’s go. For … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
Abruptly the tent is gone, the picnic table is gone, the hammock is gone, the cot that a moment ago had a writhing eager naked lady on it is gone. All is smoke and ruin! Percivale panics, which is a … Continue reading →
The lady’s black ship puts in at her private island, which is a nice place, though a little muggy. She has an awning set up, so Percivale can nap in a hammock underneath it, and recover his strength. “That’s super … Continue reading →
This bit is a good bit. Percivale and his lion buddy hang out on the rock, staring out to sea, for a half a day before another boat comes by. This one is covered samite, too, like Nacien’s. Instead … Continue reading →
Percivale wakes up to discover himself washed out to sea, where he treads water, passing feeble, for an indeterminate time until he sees a boat. Actually, Malory gets cagey as regards whether Percivale has truly woken up, or whether this … Continue reading →
In Percivale’s dream, he lounges on the grass with two ladies. One lady sits on his lion friend, and the other sits on a giant serpent which may or may not be the same giant serpent as Percivale helped his … Continue reading →
