ock, where Da

ough many a d

meditate on

ine, Gawaine

, gazing dow

risen and we

re, Gawaine,"

ll the tumult

all the noise

oming death, a

on, of what's m

say to you ag

is late hour i

ge yourself and

King may love

older, and mor

her, for such

turns him to

ongue more gra

n mine. For suc

ave a glamour t

l have a glamo

nd he shot deat

King, as Arth

had carried o

ore or so of yo

my two brothe

unarmed-God

h skewers could

might now be r

en were crowded,-

nothing for th

ing where they

ve slain Gare

l those other f

or the world

od that writes

aheris, Tor

all the other

ave made me t

and now Lamo

ng those two na

made an end

ncelot now ha

o king on a

two as Tor

lled my father,

not I. I'll

while I've a t

to the King:

he give you b

m-drown him-

of him.' He kil

e my friend. N

d my brothers! T

g man, Gawaine,

es are. You may c

but you cannot

o now is to sa

o, and like e

t King Arthu

e is a king th

kingdom any

enemy? Would

with it, for

reason? Gawai

her day may

f you have n

ow than hate

orld as larg

because one

en they look on

gry blood? Poor f

e,-are you so g

eave it and

ces and there

this pernici

his insane f

ke-with you t

mad as he a

into one man

the kingdom

o go down in s

sick ruin, a

and a woman

r the world he

in to Dagon

s empty, and

nd be ruler

till supp

Dago

made reply

ith a famishe

ilt a smile: "

, should be m

have no more w

own and medit

l his anger, la

ol's lean shoulder

rthur when he

t said on t

e would make a

tell you what I

ncelot and yo

himself the v

in the other

re like you an

e rational

more war. But

the Queen, an

ing, being bit

te that work i

dness; Gawaine

in tune, mak

everything, y

ned illegiti

rown, and with

eauty of the

wo for his amb

he makes war o

in the middl

d world that elbo

, buried in

ve had an

he founded Ar

eliande he

drums, and viols

tell me there'

a disease wit

ad as that,"

e ourselves, may

y have gauged

st he may have

t many are

uild may stay;

will have an

elot, and a

onet, f

ll, Sir

ght: Gawaine, yo

fingers-an u

l persuasion

ate. I'm glad yo

might be rick

l as Bedive

nd be king. God

ed and frowned an

lowly down w

where Arthur

rd for the me

, where Lancel

ost, and there

s now no jo

ooding, with hi

s bony fingers

o your way, an

th you. What'

u can hide a

ancelot, and h

nce or twice

ueen sends him

been a king, and

rn so. So shou

been born so

t, or Dagon

l-King; 'twere

on that and pr

all I am, ex

ad for love,

orn a king a

nk I'd rath

is less than o

ield of wavin

e's indifferent

mad. The see

given a few gou

, they sprout

aping growth

harvesting of

ay fall on hi

till alive

e's alive a

of this, and th

aine, Modred,

ying underne

s too heavy for

all dishonore

me to be tha

e that Merlin

re the best. Yo

rlin sees: y

hen, such harve

Arthur; I ca

Merlin? Or do

me, so foreig

ld be a strange

, with terro

saw before hi

th an inch of

es more eloq

all the fade

ever been, al

mystic and i

es where men

On their wa

edivere had p

ntion for the

nd what it hid

and he saw th

ely drawn from

, and by your

lonely relic

hat was mine a

succession;

any doctors, th

uliar poiso

nd I have lat

this commoti

at it means. I

ongues had les

r shoulders a

you may pray

nd, Sir

ol, you

and gazed on

pray again f

ll for this t

ng faggot of

given to me t

omes to Dagon

ndeed t

in th

innings, Dag

know today.

insubstant

his knights the

ife that was t

d the slow

e. Or do I

replied; "ther

, in the Si

on whom it fe

ght wherein me

er as they m

amed. There wa

of all forlor

irst, and cri

er him that

e for it,-though

back as livi

old iniqui

ame back, and B

d seen more tha

back. They to

ch to make of

ssity, and

alive. They al

meaning or t

omething. And

the Queen be

back from seei

passion hold hi

in the world

, though Arthur

hate for Lance

one of Merlin'

d. Were you to

t has overthro

m and his uph

have a

to see t

like a man wh

an importuna

, you cannot

tongue is eage

ore than I m

. All this t

man how vain i

self, if it we

with Arthur

dered man who

his days a g

l will, stra

l illusions

ll itself and

ordance wit

odred, Lancel

houghts of th

other way to

em on to thei

time-infur

empire, light

o, together

und, is yet to

rept across t

he fool: "If

burial in

our eternal

eams of what the

I may say t

a fool, and

t I've been a

lled enough. Y

the light tha

to illumina

on that. The

have been, to

of no shape a

augh, and I c

e them killi

man with cor

an with horns.

nd Lancelot,

pleasing sinne

read for thousa

King willed,

g, the fire mi

nal will say

ll assemble

ay is mine a

is accurst u

et place where

ay have more r

kingdom-builder

asy graves a

the children

re of kings, ev

who is mad, a

save Merlin,

ad, but old. M

vered as he sp

he sunset w

rough a cracked

ky that held

was a town o

d shaken, in

ut of it there sp

loose jewels, town

nothing but

n of black an

final rain

essed his eyes:

is before-all

that-like Vivia

hen her eyes l

of gold. A flu

was black

her

the wan fac

his turn. "The

nd the light th

ve us all, as th

ivering wits,

on be dark. Wi

e the King, o

tomorrow to t

ad, and I'm a

nal will; th

and I'll have

with me to s

you cannot l

sadly. "You a

y, we fear no

ve the love th

ear of me,

ow. But Fate

he may sting

est our faith

w I am comi

days are com

like a fly?

y that you s

nothing; nor

more vision

wish for you

ntrance here th

sad insect st

ting, the more

never overf

o, I doubt if

ould have made

you cannot

f you could. Yo

the world and yo

man, Dagonet;

have seen. Yo

ou are not a

ast regret.

een, or what

ore to me th

ing is mad, a

lder. In B

ok me as I

a fond overp

the lady Vi

wrinkles and

joints oppre

dissolution.

old and cruel;

warm and kind

a world whe

ves. She saw b

nd she wait

a day when c

down all over

e. I was far

on; and I am

see no more

her and Arthur

d to pray tha

hose unquiet h

ot, and what

n a world that

ow, nor carin

how grievousl

in her golden

res, not knowing

at she knows.

er shall have

nd her laugh s

only to co

rns. She knows

s, for now th

shall be. Time

t, for what

so young that

all a part o

King Arthur.

should see th

een him, migh

e once more. B

lady Vivian.

may, no other

index of h

n who may co

. I see her, s

untain. I sha

oing back; a

edless ounce o

y with us. I

vian will r

w him when his

st him now. Time

as it was; fo

celiande an

way into th

rimson cloud o

eyes. Above

clouds and ult

ind was comi

Merlin's feet

ing lights f

vered streets. A

houlder Merli

knowing that a

last of Arthur

se dark patien

ious half of

ueen herself ma

ed.-"The Queen

ly fear tonight

ot for long."-"

othing. But

any woman th

e the scourge

coming, as

but he would

y king, queen, k

s a stranger

t him because

ruth, I cannot

and was angr

his will and

in s

for the mom

rd as one of A

l go on with

way, and say

you found or

follow, for a

of my loya

wrought for thos

see not wha

ee tonight, w

their childr

once have been

Camelot to s

the King,-but

t was to be

was an Arth

e a mirror

ves, and pause.

see and they

was neither

; and this wou

o be an end.

other man h

e dark that la

that are to li

he silent ha

living iron tha

al power. Dou

and a self-a

ent love, posse

was more than

lin's fool, no

will, I say th

g of Nowhere;

ng and me for c

gh for but a

ern that wil

orrow I shal

or you. And w

t, the King i

swered, hearin

grave humo

ty, "I shall

ight have been

d him; and th

and was lifte

othing, found

e gloom togethe

s like a fl

e two of the

, and bit them

ve them was

eer nor fool sh

city. Colder

rld, and on i

d the burden

s darkness o

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