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 If she were after me. Has Merlin seen him This Lancelot, this Queen-fed friend of ours?" Kay answered sighing, with a lonely scowl: "The picture that I conjure leaves him out; The King and Merlin are this hour together, And I can say no more; for I know nothing. But how the King persuaded or beguiled The stricken wizard from across the water Outriddles my poor wits. It's all too strange." "It's all too strange, and half the world's half crazy !" Roared Lamorak, forgetting once again The devastating carriage of his voice. "Is the King sick?" he said, more quietly; "Is he to let one damned scratch be enough To paralyze the force that heretofore Would operate a way through hell and iron, And iron already slimy with his blood? Is the King blind with Modred watching him? Does he forget the crown for Lancelot? Does he forget that every woman mewing Shall some day be a handful of small ashes ?" "You speak as one for whom the god of Love Has yet a mighty trap in preparation. We know you, Lamorak," said Bedivere: "We know you for a short man, Lamorak, In deeds, if not in inches or in words; But there are fens and heights and distances That your capricious ranging has not yet Essayed in this weird region of man's love. Forgive me, Lamorak, but your words are words. . Your deeds are what they are; and ages hence Will men remember your illustriousness,