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[most_generous]

Some time after Merlion leaves him, Arthur Pendragon seeks out the lady Guinevere. Before Arthur sees her, he hears her harping, soft and clear, echoing through the gardens in the warm afternoon. The king follows the music through the gardens, turning this way and that along the path. He finds Guinevere ensconced under a trellis weighted with

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[mother_lost]

*Her fingers are sure enough on the harpstrings that she plays with her eyes closed, head bent a little to listen to the tune.

As the song comes to an end, she lifts her head. She smiles slightly when she sees Arthur.*

My lord.

[most_generous]

"My lady." Arthur bends his head in greeting.

He is frowning, and there is an odd note in his warm voice. "May I sit?"

[mother_lost]

*Her smile disappears, and she moves aside her skirts.*

Please do.

[most_generous]

"Thank you."

Arthur says nothing more until he has positioned himself comfortably on the warm bench. He takes an unusually long time about the business of sitting down.

At last, he says, "Merlion brought me news today."