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Kay’s brow was trembling from everything he was processing. The sounds of his men, cheering, filled the air.
His brother’s blistered hand was pressing against his heart. And, Arthur was still wearing the same shoddy piece-meal armor with the letters EMP stenciled across the front.
Kay pulled his brother in for a tight hug. More cheers erupted from the steps, and soldiers from the EMP stormed the peak, swarming around the two.
“Still my brother, eh?” Kay said to him.
“No wizard can change that,” Arthur replied.

The Sword of the King (The Pendragon Armada #1) |
Sean Rourke & Bill Murphy 

7/∞ Arthurian quotes

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Myrddin, for his part, hung back to the last, coming to a halt in front of King Arthur after everyone else had entered the tent. The two men studied each other for a long moment, and then Arthur stuck out his hand to Myrddin. For the first time in his life, Myrddin clasped forearms with his King, one man to another, before they turned together into the tent.

Cold My Heart (The Lion of Wales #1-3) |
Sarah Woodbury

6/∞ Arthurian quotes

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Pain, as sharp as a spear, pierced through my heart. Through the sad sighs of wind and waves, I heard the lament for the lost. A seabird which had been roused from sleep, swung high above us and let out a single cry. Longing for a word of consolation I said: “If he can be cured anywhere in the world, then certainly on Avallon.”

  Bedwyr paused long, staring into space, while the waves played around his feet. As I stood beside him, my heart nearly broke. Finally, he reached to me, took the torch from me and threw it into the sea with a mighty swing. I watched as the flaming bow plunged into the sea, a collapsing star on the earth, and I heard the hiss as it hit the water – and faded away.

“Arthur”, Stephen Lawhead
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Just then the young lady who had come from the Lake stepped forward; she put her two hands on Lionel’s cheeks and said to him, ‘Come, good prince, I’ll make you look better.’

With that she placed on his head a very beautiful garland of fresh, sweet-smelling flowers and attached to his collar a clasp of gold and precious stones, and she did the same to his brother Bors. Then she said to Lionel, ‘Now you can drink, good prince, for now it is clear you deserve to.’

The boy, though, flushed with anger and answered, ‘My lady, I will drink,’ he said, ‘but someone is going to pay for it!’

‘The Old French Arthurian Vulgate and Post-Vulgate in Translation’, Lancelot Part 1 translated by Samuel N. Rosenberg

Or, in other words, moody and homicidal teenage Lionel and Bors wearing flower crowns get a makeover from a fairy a few paragraphs before murdering their host’s son

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romancingthebookworm:

OH MY GOOOOD

THIS WAS WRITTEN IN THE 12th CENTURY. THE 12th FECKING CENTURY.

I shit you not so WHY 900 years later are we still encountering this idea? And I mean this guy isn’t even the guy your supposed to like. It’s as if 900 years worth of men identified with wrong character and just went with it. *sigh* gross.

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