My lord--what a day to both rejoice and be sorrowful. Even if we were not brothers by blood, you are still my brother by soul. When you pulled the sword from the stone, I knew you would do great things. I would serve you to my death. To die in your name... I can think of nothing more honorable.

Mordred is dead. You have saved your people, and I have not died in vain. My spirit is in Heaven now, and soon you will join me and your other fine knights. Gawain waits for you with open arms. We will all feast together, and rest well knowing such wicked has been smitten from this earth.

It is over. You are free to rest your soul, and no regrets should be held within you when you depart from this world. It is such a high honor for me to have ever been able to call you by brother.






As I Lay Dying

As I lay dying amidst this battlefield struck down by my own blood by my own sword Clarent, I wonder was my time as king just.  My round table lay in ruins. My knights have died all around me in these wars one after another. Kay, Bedivere, Lionel all loyal knights of my table... such loss.  Was I truly the right ruler for this kingdom?  God shows me dreams of events to unfold I am told I embody the dragon and burn asunder all that I touch. Be it land, wealth, knights, my people they all burn under my rule before my very eyes. Gawain to have lost you at such a time words cannot utter my grief at your loss.

They carry me and my mind wanders for what have I done. To lead these men to their demise my rage at their loss is folly. My kingdom lay in ruins spurned by my own blood. I fought and slain my own blood. My wife and her love stolen from me. I may finally rest but my soul will not staring towards the shrouded sky my mind flickers back to the events. They pass me my birth, my rite, my rule, my deeds.  The duel of dragon and bear, man and giant. Still so vivid within the annals of my memory delivering the mortal blow for Christians just as I had slain Lucius for Briton. Kay despite his wounds knelt before me, Lionel mutilated beyond recognition, Bedivere felled when driven through. Was Lucius's death worth so many knights. Gawain the good most beloved of all my vassals felled by Mordred as he felled me. I feel as if I had a hand in his death with Mordred bearing my blood. I am filled with regret as I recall the dream of great Kings of old who fell at the height of their power. "I led them to this fate" I draw my last breath filled with regret. Forgive me.