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273. "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen ( Read more... ) -
270. Thirteen
Arthur likes numbers. He also likes things ordered, and even, and where he knows they should be. As a child, he’d had exactly four tunics, two pairs of trousers, and yet only one pair of boots. That oddity had made him unhappy, and there were several birthdays upon which he’d been overjoyed to receive another pair. However, each time his ( Read more... ) -
268. The End
The sun is bright; the window in the large room cracked open as the old man sits in his large and ridiculously ornate chair. The sounds of the day fill his ears. Children play at the edge of the hall; the doors are thrown wide and the smells of the kitchens waft deliciously through the air; his nose twitches as he imagines the crusty brown bread ( Read more... ) -
265. What did you dream about last night?
The blood sings a metronomic path down his face; I turn and run as fast as I can, but it’s sluggish and slow and God forgive me, I’m too late. Lancelot falls gracefully, musically, his body sliding through the air as if he’s running his fingers down a harp or some bard’s instrument ( Read more... ) -
264. "The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner
Arthur sees every battle he’s ever been a part of, easily, and with great clarity ( Read more... ) -
261. Which fictional character would you like to be?
Jason. No…too much trouble with Talos, and I truly don’t like sea voyages.
Jupiter. Well, maybe not him either. I think as a child I relished the idea of being able to throw lightning bolts at people that were cruel to me, but now? I try to reason with them and see their side as well. Charred flesh and an angry god might cause problems when one ( Read more... ) -
258. What words would you like to see added to/removed from common use?
Communication is an important tool. I don’t know if I’m the right person to determine what people can and cannot speak about, especially local folk who have never been given the means to learn the high and ancient languages. One is forced to make do when one does not have the tools to educate oneself ( Read more... ) -
257. Specious
Lancelot would spit when Arthur spoke of Rome.
“Can you not see it for what it is - a vile place, land of arrogant fools and inbred, spoiled rotten-rich families.”
Arthur, ever the nobleman and lover of defense, would calmly state to Lancelot that how in the world could you possibly know that; you’ve never been there?And each time, the ( Read more... ) -
254. What was the longest day of your life?
The day my father died. I held Excalibur for the first time that evening. I could not lift it for more than a few seconds ( Read more... ) -
253. Awesome
The first time Arthur heard Pelagius speak to a crowd in Rome, his eyes had burned and his throat had been parched because of his inability to blink or to swallow. He thought if he moved or made a noise, the magic he felt flowing through the crowd from his teacher would be lost or broken ( Read more... )