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Waiting for the Ravens

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Timmy-SP Misty Isles


When the ship with proud sails vanished into the gleaming mists concealing the Western Sea, carrying Arthur's host of knights and lords and men-at-arms, squires and boon-companions, illustrious names all, I should have been among that company. My shield-brother was there, the keeper of my heart. Ill-fortune kept me on Logres' shore: wounded in sport, worsened in the hunt, bound to my pallet as the company was called, my couch as they assembled, laughing and boisterous with the promise of high deeds, allowed my chair only to watch the Prydwen sail.

Twas I who should have fallen, not my heart.