Our messengers return with silent faces. It is as if the earth had swallowed him. Arthur Arthur Launcelot lost!... This victory, Bedivere, Was not as the old days. Something baulked us, something Like an invisible impediment— [Pg 23] [Pg 23] I felt it round me—something that unnerved What should have been a hammer-stroke. Almost, But for my suddenness, it was defeat. Bedivere Bedivere I had not hazarded to broach a thought Sprung from surmises only; but my King Has spoken; therefore, may I speak? Arthur Arthur Hide nothing.
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