Jul 26, 2011 00:07
[Dinner with Polyxena had given Arthur a great deal to think about. Naturally, a part of it was how he'd like to take her out again. The Trojan princess represented a certain ideal to Arthur Pendragon. She would be unattainable except that he was a king and he might be worthy of such pure virtue (and the parallels to holy grails is almost too obvious).
She had raised valid points though. His knights; his knights. They had sworn holy oaths. If they had reclaimed their names, Agravaine through to Tristan, then they had to reclaim him as their king. He would have it no other way. There were no knights without Arthur and without Arthur, there would be no order. He knew his knights were flawed. He was flawed, too, as deeply as the rest. He would not be lost, though. His voice would not be drowned out by the mayhem of the twenty-first century.
He was Arthur. Once. Future.]
[filter; arthurians (visible to polyxena)]
Knights. Sisters. New York is no place for a King of the Britons to hold court but I would remind you that I am still Arthur Pendragon. I will not tolerate unknightly behaviour. Our values are not held with the same esteem as they once were but that is no reason to lay them aside.
Cornwall. Orkney. Benoic. Corbenic.
England. Scotland. America.
We are an unlikely collective but we are knights.
[filter; gaheris]
We must talk, you and I. Make yourself available.
merlin,
morgause,
percival,
elaine of corbenic,
galahad,
mordred,
!mini-log,
tristan,
arthur pendragon