Curse your, Sir Mordred, for you have stricken my heart with grief. My dear King Arthur is now dead due to your evil cowardice. I will be eternally loyal to my King. Reminiscing on the horrific event is hard for me. My brother Lucan and I were commanded to make a treaty with Mordred for my dear Arthur. They were to meet in a field and discuss matters, but everything went awry. A battle broke out, my brother and I were both wounded horribly... The kind hearted King could not stand to look at out all the men that because of the evil Mordred, the greedy traitor. I despise him.

Arthur, bravely and full of revenge, decided to attack Mordred for himself, disregarding the dream that he had that showed him dying. My brother and I lay there helplessly. King Arthur stabbed Mordred with his sword. I felt a great sense of triumph, until I saw King Arthur with a slice on his head. Lucan and I, both extremely wounded, wanted to help the King. It was too much for my brother... For he died... His guts spilling out... I can't think about it... My brother... now lay dead because of this evil Mordred...

It was just me and my King, I needed to help him.. All I could do was throw Excalibur into the ocean... I couldn't do it. The sword was too noble... But my King commanded me... I could not be a traitor to him.  I watched as these women took away my King and I went to live with a hermit in a chapel to pray for my King. Hoping that one day he may come back...

The grief I feel for my king is too much... If that traitor Mordred was not already dead I would have killed him myself...

Sir. Bedivere
 
 
         Hark! I hear of the great King Arthur's campaign to battle Lucius. He has traveled such a great distance to do so, sacrificing so much, he should not meddle in other affairs. Seven winters I have now sustained myself of the bounty of the land. Now the king has come to slay me, why? I have done nothing wrong. I have taken a wife, same as he and his nobles. Do I not deserve the same happiness? They see wrong with my diet of the christened children, yet when calfs are slain, no one screams for murder! Now this "noble" king, who has refused to pay his binding tribute and disrespects the all of  the roman empire, has taken the warlords path to Lucius, conquering everything in his way. This tyrant has been the responsibility of countless deaths of the most virtuous knights, all merely defending their rightful court. How can the king claim he is better than I! Pit his sins against mine and his soul will surely be damned. You leave your kingdom and your queen in the hands of a under qualified scoundrel! You take leave and start a multitude of wars, endangering everyone for what purpose? Pride? You should not bear the crown with such recklessness for all of these these trespasses will haunt the remainder of his days. I hear over yonder a rustle, be it King Arthur? Time will tell, but be it I die here tonight, It shall be in great vein for it is merely one sinner taking yet another life of the innocent.
-Giant of Saint Michael's Mount