I have always loved Arthur. I loved him long before he drew the sword forth from the anvil; long before he became the High King of Logres. I loved him back when he was merely Arthur, son of Ector, my best friend and playmate. Exactly when I first started loving him, I do not know for certain; what I do know is that from my earliest memories, Arthur has held a special place in my heart -- a place he will always occupy even though he is long gone.

I fear, however, that my undying love for him not only brought about his downfall, but also the death of his dream.