The Path to the Top

In the quiet palace, Arthur turned around and walked slowly to his throne, the

Stone Sword in his hand. After so many years of departure, the throne, smelt

of the sweetness of the blood, felt still so familiar to him. He chuckled and

said, "it feels so good to come back here again!"

Sitting on the throne leisurely, he looked down to the place by Lancelot's side.

"Long time no see, Gawain. You are so weak and timid, as usual."

Lancelot turned and looked to his side. There was no one there. But he could

hear someone breathing nervously.

"I was just awake from the sleep and you are already here to see me. By this,

you've shown your loyalty to me. I can spare you from the punishment for

doing nothing in those hundreds of years.

"Your majesty…" From the emptiness in the air came a trembling voice,

"I…I've come here to give your majesty some advice…"