Lleu is making bows. Collecting firewood with Florence gave him the idea. This is work his marksman brother taught him, so these are reasonably strong and balanced; maybe not for anything as big as deer, or wolf, but certainly well-made enough to kill rabbit or fowl. He is minded of several reasons it might be a good idea to arm himself: Kay's
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Gruffly, he says, "Are you settling in, then?"
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"Yes, sir." He looks up, and shakes the hair from his eyes. "I think so."
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"They're not very strong, and I am not much of a marksman. But you said there was hunting to be had."
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He pauses, and adds rather shyly, "My one true skill is in my swordwork, though God be thanked I have not had to prove myself in battle. I wondered if I might practice. I am taught..." He corrects himself carefully. "Was taught by Bedwyr, in my own place."
when he calls it his "one true skill" he is being excessively modest. In his own world he has long since outstripped all his tutors, and for well over a year has been considered matchless throughout Britain.
...swords in general being a subject about which his typist knows not a damn thing, so puleeze don't get technical with him... :p
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He pauses, and frowns.
"But I don't know Lamorak."
He won't know Lancelot, either.
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Ok, that makes no sense. It hasn't occurred to him that anyone he's met here might be dead. It is hard enough taking on board that they don't all come from the same world.
"But he's here now."
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"Do you all know your own deaths?"
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"That is not what I asked."
There is no arrogance in his manner, only customary and sure authority; and if Kay had never seen anything of Arthur in him before, he would see it now.
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