Poor King Arthur. Not only does he have the heavy responsibility of keeping the still loosely-united British kingdom together but now his estranged wife announces she's set him aside and is marrying her long-time lover, Lancelot, with whom she's been openly living at Corfe Castle in Wales. Instead of sending out orders to have the pair arrested and tried for treason, however, Arthur--still ambivalently in love with Guinevere one moment and denouncing her the next--continues to plan a birthday celebration for the queen, to be held at Corfe, to which he's invited representatives of all the present kingdoms in Europe--as well as one from the head of that "new" religious fad, the Pope--in hopes of proving to the other countries that England is an emerging nation cohesive in its desire for unity. At first his plan appears to have backfired when Guenevere's father King Leodegrance is killed. Since the king had hoped to annex England to France through his daughter's marriage, Arthur doesn't consider this such a loss, but the death leads to confusion among his surviving guests, further murders, and mayhem when several more representatives are killed. Ohers are suspected of being spies, specifically the envoy from the Byzantines, and still others may be turncoats or playing both sides of the fence.
Is it any wonder the king spends most of his waking hours with his nose immersed in a wine goblet?
While the body count continues to rise, and one suspect after another proves his innocence by dying, Lancelot repeatedly manages to escape his jailers, only to be recaptured, still protesting his innocence. Surprisingly, no one believes him. Did he really killed Guinevere's father and all the others? If so, why? Granted, the knight isn't the smartest egg in the nest but surely he isn't that stupid. Though it appears an open and shut case, and one Arthur should be eager to close, thus sending Lancelot to his doom and ridding himself of one thorn in his side, the king demands justice and a fair trail for his rival. To this end, he sets Merlin to determine the truth. Key to the plot are a set of gold-handled daggers exchanged by Lancelot and Guinevere at their "wedding," sending Merlin on a quest to France to seek out the man responsible for creation of the deadly knives.
Once again, Merlin saves the day, ferreting out the killer while delivering his usual witticisms and sharp punch lines. The timetable of the story is carefully noted; it takes places a few months after the events in The Excalibur Murders, re-introducing characters who played minor parts in that story but now holding more major ones.
The characters are delineated with care, new ones introduced and made memorable, even those whose stay is short and their departure violent. It's a story with a lot of laughs, in spite of the seriousness of the subject. I look forward to the next installment in the tale of Merlin, Detective, but worry that, at the rate the inhabitants of Camelot and environs are being killed off, there won't be many more crimes to plot or perpetrators to commit them. In the meantime, settled down with The Lancelot Murders and enjoy this tale of Arthur and his knights and the non-wizard wise-cracking Merlin.