Well friends...I suppose this is the end. In haste I returned to Britain to help my once close friend King Arthur, but I was too late and he was already dead. Feeling there was nothing else I could do, I lived out the remainder of my life as a monk, giving up all earthly things. After hearing of Queen Guinevere’s death, my heart became drowned in sorrow both over her and King Arthur’s death. Was I truly the cause of all of this madness? I died soon after as my spirit could no longer take it. My last happiness was that my last words were indeed honored and I was buried at the Joyous Gard.
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