Arthur sets a trap for ol’ Sir Lamorak, let me tell you. He organizes a jousting tournament! A quick little one, with Sir Gawaine and Gawaine’s brothers Gaheris, Agravaine, Gareth, and Mordred. Sir Launcelot decides to sit this one out, … Continue reading →
This chapter Malory wants to catch back up with Sir Dinadan, last seen in the previous chapter declining to joust Sir Palomides. He reminds us about that, and how Dinadan and the other knights he’s hanging out with — Uwaine … Continue reading →
The first people Tristram and Launcelot bump into, on their way into Camelot, are Sir Gawaine and his brother Sir Gaheris. “Check it out!” says Launcelot. “We can call off the Tristram Rescue Squad, because here he is!” “Sweet,” says … Continue reading →
In this chapter, we once again see Tristram’s former French tutor and current servant Gouvernail, who apparently has been around despite not being mentioned since Chapter 32 of Book IX, which you may (but probably don’t) remember as ‘just before … Continue reading →
This chapter is the chapter of Tristram hot on the trail of the mysterious Fair Knight! First he comes across a lady weeping over a dead knight, because either Malory forgot he used this exact tableau in the previous chapter … Continue reading →
“So, Palomides, if that’s your real name —” “We’ve known one another for literally years at this point, Tristram.” “Why, I wonder,” Tristram asks, pressing on, “why was it that you happened to be in a fight with those ten … Continue reading →
(WE NOW RETURN TO LE MORTE D’ARTHUR, ALREADY IN PROGRESS.) “Well,” says Arthur. “If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate an explanation of that device on your shield.” (If you need to be reminded who Arthur is speaking to … Continue reading →
On his way to Hard Rock Castle, Tristram lodges at a manor where Sir Ector-the-Lesser and his lady-friend had stayed the night before, purely out of chance. At dinner, the host remarks that Ector’s girlfriend eagerly talked up her boyfriend’s … Continue reading →
Morgan lets Tristram leave. Afterwards, her paramour, Sir Hemison, mounts up in full arms and armor. “Where are you going, all dressed up?” she asks him. “Going to catch up to Tristram and joust him. I didn’t like the way … Continue reading →
“So tell you what, you tell me your name and I’ll let you go, Queen’s honor.” Morgan extends her hand, and she and Tristram shake on it. “All right then, I may as well tell you I’m Sir Tristram of … Continue reading →
