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
(via mistresspendragon)

Two years later Bleddyns youngest son returned and found a willing friend in little Arthur. Bedwyr, a slender, graceful boy, as dark as Arthur was fair, bold shade to Arthur’s bright sun, took the future Pendragon under his wing.

The two became bosom friends who were inseparable: cast golden mead and dark wine in the same cup, they say. It was a pleasure to see them play.

“Arthur”, Stephen Lawhead
(via mistresspendragon)

katiemcgrath:

Yet, there was once a king worthy of that name. That king was Arthur. It is paramount disgrace of this evil generation that the name of that great king is no longer spoken aloud except in derision. Arthur! He was the fairest flower of our race, Cymry’s most noble son, Lord of the Summer Realm, Pendragon of Britain. He wore God’s favour like a purple robe. Hear then, if you will, the tale of a true king.
― Stephen R. Lawhead, The Pendragon Cycle (Arthur)

I am not concerned at all about myself ,“ replied Arthur. “What I do now, I do for Britain. In this battle, I’m the Kingdom. No one can take my place or share my lot, because this fight is due to the king alone.”

He presented the matter succinctly. If all Britain should find peace, it had to be won by the person who held throughout Britain in hands. It was said: Arthur and none else. His would be the defeat or the fame. But if fame or loss, the fact befitted the rulers and had to be done by him alone.

“Pendragon”, Stephen Lawhead (via mistresspendragon)

Ah, Gwenhwyvar! White Goddess of DeDannan’s enigmatic tribe, deeply did I resent you on that day, and deeply, deeply did I fear you. Perhaps I may be forgiven my rancour and alarm. Dearest of hearts, I did not know you. Let it be said that you never repaid my resentment with spite, nor held my fear against me, less yet gave either of them justification. In those next years you proved your nobility a thousand times over.

Merlin about
Gwenhwyvar
Pendragon
(The Pendragon Cycle #4) | Stephen R. Lawhead

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