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 If there be gratitude in history. For me, I see the shadow of the end, Wherein to serve King Arthur to the end, And, if God have it so, to see the Grail Before I die." But Laniorak shook his head: "See what you will, or what you may. For me, I see no other than a stinking mess With Modred stirring it, and Agravaine Spattering Camelot with as much of it As he can throw. The Devil got somehow Into God's workshop once upon a time, And out of the red clay that he found there He made a shape like Modred, and another As like as eyes are to this Agravaine. 'I never made 'em,' said the good Lord God, 'But let 'em go, and see what comes of 'em.' And that's what we're to do. As for the Grail, I've never worried it, and so the Grail Has never worried me." Kay sighed. "I see With Bedivere the coming of the end," He murmured; "for the King I saw today Was not, nor shall he ever he again, The King we knew. I say the King is dead; The man is living, but the King is dead. The wheel is broken." "Faugh!" said Lamorak; "There are no dead kings yet in Camelot; But there is Modred who is hatching ruin, And when it hatches I may not be here. There's Gawaine too, and he does not forget