Oh, I wanted to strangle him tonight.""Was he difficult during the discussions?""No, I mean when he would not stop staring at you.

The Lady of the Lake..." His voice went distant, and a spike of jealousy pierced Guinevere. Because here, finally, she saw what Arthur looked like when he longed for something.

Arthur was carved from the same stuff as Camelot - regal and majestic. But Mordred belonged out here, with her.