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The ship Pridwen sits, anchored, in the harbour of the kingdom beyond the North Wind. She may never sail again, but she is a sweet ship, and there is no pleasanter place to sit with plates of roast beef, a flask of good wine, and a noble companion than Pridwen's deck. Arthur has ordered the beef, the wine, fresh fruits from the orchard and soft furs to sit on. Once all is prepared, Arthur leads Guinevere down the pier to the ship.