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[most_generous]

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

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[mother_lost]

*smiling, her arm through his* Is there an occasion, my lord?

[most_generous]

"No occasion." There never are occasions, in this land without seasons and without Time. "Only that I wished to spend a fair day with you, my lady."

[mother_lost]

*She looks down, smile widening, as they step aboard.*

A fair day together is occasion enough, I think.

[most_generous]

Arthur guides Guinevere to the prow, where the furs have been spread out and the dinner waits. "I am glad you think so. I do not know what I would do otherwise."