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Do not deceive yourself, Gawain. There are black places in the heart of every man.

She slipped off the lid and took out a little hourglass hanging on a silver pivot from a black ribbon, its belly full of twinkling black sand. "Oh, it's beautiful!" "You like it." Her guardian, the antiquarian, who invested every colour, gemstone, beast, and planet with arcane and symbolic meaning, would likely give her a lecture on saturnine influences. Blanche decided not to care. "Yes, I do.

How you must hate Logres,_ she said in a dry mouth. __ate Logres?_ He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. __here is an anger that is deserved, Blanche. Tell me. Look me in the eye, if you can, and tell me__o my face__hat Logres is without sin.

That night she dreamed about the King again. She stood in a riverside meadow between greenwood and castle. Overhead the sun shone gilt in a sky like powdered lapis and struck golden sparks from the King's blood-red dragon banner.

I have fled from the wilderness fasting, with woe and unflagging travail,I have sought for the light on the mountain, and skirted the devilish dale. I have laid my mouth in the dust, and begged the Might to be kind,I have come to the feast, and I famish. Now grant me the Holy Grail.

I mean,_ he said, __hat by your own showing, the greatest threat to heaven comes from within the ranks of the angels themselves. Before you can prove to me that heroes can defeat villains with nothing but the purest chivalric ideals, you must convince me that heroes do exist, and that villains are not a fanciful tale for children. You must tell me, sir, if you dare, that you are incorruptible, and that your colleagues and commanders are as pure as you.

Perceval said to the Grail Knight: __ill you break a spear with me this day?_ He did not expect Galahad to look down on him from Lancelot__ immense height and say, gently, as if he knew it must disappoint, __ir, I cannot._ __o? Well, there are others to fight,_ said Perceval, trying not to show how vexed he felt to be denied the honour. __ot for any lack of love,_ Galahad added. __ut for the regard in which I hold you, Perceval of Wales.

It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.

Oh, what a lovely owl!" Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voice"There is no owl."Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way."It is only a boy," said Merlyn."There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

A kind heart is like a slow poison for a warrior.

I myself beheld the King Charge at the head of all his Table Round, And all his legions crying Christ and him, And break them; and I saw him, after, stand High on a heap of slain, from spur to plume Red as the rising sun with heathen blood, And seeing me, with a great voice he cried, "They are broken, they are broken!" for the King, However mild he seems at home, nor cares For triumph in our mimic wars, the jousts_ For if his own knight cast him down, he laughs Saying, his knights are better men than he_ Yet in this heathen war the fire of God Fills him: I never saw his like: there lives No greater leader.

The big knight fell heavily to the ground, and lay there, as nearly dead as possible. His servants came running from the castle and took him in. He got better in the end, but nobody cared much about that.

So endeth the story of the winning of Excalibur, and may God give unto you in your life, that you may have His truth to aid you, like a shining sword, for to overcome your enemies; and may He give you Faith (for Faith containeth Truth as a scabbard containeth its sword), and may that Faith heal all your wounds of sorrow as the sheath of Excalibur healed all the wounds of him who wore that excellent weapon. For with Truth and Faith girded upon you, you shall be as well able to fight all your battles as did that noble hero of old, whom men called King Arthur.

Look out your window on a morning in spring, ten or twenty years hence, and perhaps you'll see me coming.

Gawain laid his hand on his son__ shoulder. __ir Perceval, when the priest reads the lesson, he says that he who would save his life must lose it. Good words for any man, for there are moments when cowardice will bring death more surely than boldness. But the ordinary man knows, when he goes out to meet the wolf in his road, that he may yet come home in peace. Not so the knights of the Round Table. We win through one deadly peril only to face another. If we banish one evil, we must go on to the next and after that, to the next__ntil death meets us in the path. We yield up our bodies every day, not for glory and fortune but so that those weaker than ourselves may live. Do you understand?_ __ do,_ said Sir Perceval. __nd I say that there is no nobler calling. I am content._ But then he thought of the Lady Blanchefleur kissing his brow on a night of fire and blood, and with a sudden ache of grief told himself that even a hundred years of peace would not be enough time to spend with her.

I want you too, so much,_ she whispered. He murmured in her ear, __hen take me.

But even the longest day wears to sunset.

Wake up! You__e a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.