Dover [Arthurian legend]
"My brother!"
I stretch forth your hands, on this beach soaked of blood, but I no longer have the strength. I
accused of being too impulsive, to leap into the fray without thinking that I might meet the dangers, or minds that could hurt.
But I would not want to give you grief, my lord, my king.
I was a kid, and you almost a boy, when I tried to cheat fate and pretend to be the chosen one.
Oh madness! 'I never held your wisdom, your strength of mind! Since I have allowed to follow you in court, and you gave me a place of honor that I never thought to deserve full, yes, since then it has always been my intent to have your forgiveness for that gesture so vile.
How do I feel your tears for me to taste the same as those who yesterday spargeste on your beloved nephew?
How is it possible? I can feel your love like a red cloud over me. Or maybe it's just the blood that obscures the view.
Little Arthur that one day my father brought home ... I wonder ... remorse ... the years of fame and scandals ...
My king, I give you my life, I do not have much to offer. They are kneeling in front of you, like that day, as always.
"Kill Mordred, victory is your ... "
" We will, Kay, but will be useless without you. "
My lips do not find an answer for the first time since they are in the world.
this day as I'm dying crazy, and for our sins, rather than for the sins of the enemy, the sun is tinged with shame by hiding in the sea.
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