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Lancelot, Cavall, golden Guinevere, and the sea of moonlight around their white-sailed craft fade from the sight of Arthur, king of the Summer Country. Bells chime out of nowhere, low and high and triumphant, and then Arthur Pendragon stands on the shore of his own country. On a hill before him, the silver-circled castle is silhouetted against a familiar, star-filled sky.
Lancelot, Cavall, golden Guinevere, and the sea of moonlight around their white-sailed craft fade from the sight of Arthur, king of the Summer Country. Bells chime out of nowhere, low and high and triumphant, and then Arthur Pendragon stands on the shore of his own country. On a hill before him, the silver-circled castle is silhouetted against a familiar, star-filled sky.