At this point there’s a brief interlude of Tristram being a dick to Sir Dinadan for no reason at all. See, Dinadan comes by looking for Tristram, but Tristram’s incognito and won’t tell Dinadan that it’s him. Then Tristram insults … Continue reading →
To make a long story very slightly shorter, Tristram and Palomides and Pitiless Bruce paper over this schism by randomly accosting the first knight they see and challenging him to a joust for funsies. It turns out to be Sir … Continue reading →
Okay, so, Tristram and the lovely Isoud are finally together and out of Cornwall! Tristram’s story so far, let me recap: 10 Hang out in Cornwall, having an affair with Isoud 20 Get kicked out of Cornwall 30 Have … Continue reading →
Malory wants to talk about Tristram again, he’s decided. The tournament he was just now talking about was a massive success, so naturally Galahalt and Bagdemagus decide to have a second one. They’re hugely jealous of Launcelot (even though he’s … Continue reading →
So it’s been twenty years. Alisander is a full-grown man, ready to be knighted alongside twenty of his contemporaries in Ardunel where he’s been slumming around most of his life. Big knighting ceremony, followed by a big jousting tournament, which … Continue reading →
Malory reveals that King Mark has a younger brother, Prince Boudwin, whom he’s neglected to mention up to this point. Boudwin exists, Malory insists. He just hasn’t been involved in literally any of the Cornish events of the last three … Continue reading →
Okay, listen, it’s been fun going through Book X of Le Morte D’Arthur one chapter at a time, but we’re going to be here all day if we keep at it. So now I’m going to sum up four chapters … Continue reading →
Okay, so, remember back in Chapter 15, how the lovely Isoud sent a pair of maidens to Camelot with letters? Do you? Well, okay, it happened. Malory doesn’t remember it any better than you do, though, because now there’s just … Continue reading →
So once upon a time Sir Gawaine arranged for Sir Lamorak to die. His plan is fiendishly simple, subtle, basically it involves ambushing Lamorak with a sword. Let me walk you through it. First, Gawaine arranges for his mother to … Continue reading →
“So Mark,” says Arthur. “Yes, sire?” They’re chilling one fine day in Camelot. Birds sing. Relative humidity is low. The flowers blossom. “I’d like a gift from you,” says Arthur. “I’m not telling you what it is until you promise … Continue reading →
