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“They had a year of joy, twelve months of the strange heaven which the salmon know on beds of river shingle, under the gin-clear water. For twenty-four years they were guilty, but this first year was the only one which seemed like happiness. Looking back on it, when they were old, they did not remember that in this year it had ever rained or frozen. The four seasons were coloured like the edge of a rose petal for them.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“...the most delightful and choicest pleasure is that which is hinted at, but never told.”
― Chrétien de Troyes, Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart

“Lancelot grasps my face in both palms and holds it tight. “Come back, Bree. Come back to us.â€�
My root has left me. The only thing of my own here, the only thing that kept me safe in this hellscape. “No…� I shake my head.
“Please.â€� Merlin’s voice is nearly unrecognizable. “Come back to us.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked

“We have The Idylls of the King in English class this term. I like some things in them, but I detest Tennyson's Arthur. If I had been Guinevere I'd have boxed his ears - but I wouldn't have been unfaithful to him for Lancelot, who was just as odious in a different way. As for Geraint, if I had been Enid I'd have bitten him. These 'patient Griseldas' deserve all they get.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

“Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.”
― Clara Winter, Tintagel

“Her voice betrayed her. She could say so many things. She wanted to move to his side. To rub his weary forehead for him. To curl into him. To tell him about the dragon and how lonely thinking of it made her feel.

She wanted to run her finger along the fullness of his lower lip. To feel his smile against her own. And that was dangerous.”
― Kiersten White, The Guinevere Deception

“I am never in the dark when I am protecting you.”
― Kiersten White, The Camelot Betrayal

“No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly 120
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot, 4
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no 125
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d 130
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

“And thus Lancelot died, though the songs he had paid for lived on, and to this day he
is celebrated as a hero equal to Arthur. Arthur is remembered as a ruler, but Lancelot
is called the warrior. In truth he was the King without land, a coward, and the greatest
traitor of Britain, and his soul wanders Lloegyr to this day, screaming for its shadowbody that can never exist because we cut his corpse into scraps and fed it to the river.
If the Christians are right, and there is a hell, may he suffer there for ever.”
― Bernard Cornwell, Excalibur

“Lancelot and Guinevere â€� they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.”
― Clara Winter, Tintagel

“I don't give a fistful of ashes!”
― Chrétien de Troyes, Lancelot: The Knight of the Cart

“There is a look in his eye,
a heavy look that
makes him seem older,
as though in one night
he has lived one hundred lifetimes.
And it makes him appear
even more handsome.”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, Song of the Sparrow

“You can't all be the greatest knight in England."

"Why not?" Gawain smiled suddenly. "It makes for better stories that way.”
― Gerald Morris, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady

“It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.”
― Mary Yarde, The Du Lac Chronicles

“The truce is broken?" Clearly this was worrying news, but all I could think about was that wine, and how I wanted to taste it again.”
― Giles Kristian

“I’ve nearly forgotten about my sodden shoes and the stinging from my cut. The fresh, resinuous smell of the woods fills me with renewed energy. We’re Lancelot and Guinevere, fleeing through the forest from a jealous King Arthur. Any moment we’ll come upon a white steed and Lancelot will swing me up upon its jeweled saddle and we’ll gallop off together.”
― Hester Fox, The Witch of Willow Hall

“Lancelot was following, slowly, on the dark and narrow path. All about him and from high above, the mighty trees of Pendaran Wood were letting fall their green leaves, gently, on a night in the midst of summer, to honour the passage of the man.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Fionavar Tapestry

“Think you that I forget this Modred's mother
Was mine as well as Modred's? When I meet
My mother's ghost, what shall I do � forgive?
When I'm a ghost, I'll forgive everything . . .
It makes me cold to think what a ghost knows.
Put out the bonfire burning in my head,
And light one at my feet. When the King thought
The Queen was in the flames, he called on you:
'God, God,' he said, and 'Lancelot.' I was there,
And so I heard him. That was a bad morning
For kings and queens, and there are to be worse.”
― E.A. Robinson

“The Chevalier Mal Fet. What a romantic name! What does it mean?â€�
‘You could make it mean several things. The Ugly Knight would be one meaning, or the Knight Who Has Done Wrong.�
He did not tell her that it could also mean the Ill-Starred Knight â€� the Knight with a Curse on Him.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“You were dreaming?â€� A hell of a dream from the looks of it. He released her arms.
The moonlight flickered in her eyes, and even in the dark he saw her flush. “I know,� she said, staring at him.
There was a breathy tone to her voice that made him think things he shouldn’t. God, she smelled good. What was it about her skin? He didn’t try to move and she didn’t either. “What was it about?�
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It was a struggle to keep from pressing closer to her. ‘What were we doing?�
“I could show you.�
His throat was as tight as his groin. “Show me.”
― Anita Clenney, Fountain Of Secrets

“If he failed, it was with honor.
In his name we all dwell
in Camelot

Long after the towers fall,
and merlins nest
in the ruined stones.”
― Jane Yolen

“And the joy flashed in Lancelot's ugly face like a bright blade drawn from a battered sheath.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, The Sword and the Circle: King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table

“William (Marshal n.n.) gained great credit and patronage by his determined defense of Queen Eleanor of Aquitaineâ€� He was largely supported by royal patronageâ€� serving the Young King (Henry, son of Henry II) on the field of tournament and at court. The latter role may have been the more dangerous: his biographer claims that enemies falsely accused him of adultery with the wife of the Young King; some think it was a romantic inventionâ€� If an accusation was in fact made, Marshal solved it as he did later when charges were brought against him at the court of King John: by challenging his accusers to fight, a challenge that they prudently avoided. It is fascinating to note that Lancelot, with a roughly contemporary beginning to a career in imaginative literature, would respond in just this fashion to charges against him. And the Young King, needing William`s martial skills (as Arthur needed those of Lancelot in romance), soon retained the great warrior in his service again.”
― Richard W. Kaeuper, Medieval Chivalry

“But how will we learn from our mistakes if we don’t make any?”
― Robyn Schneider, The Other Merlin

“But this young prince has his mother's fearsome beauty.”
― Giles Kristian

“As I watch him, a strange thought occurs to me: He’s as nervous as I am.”
― Laura Sebastian

“So, for a time, there will be no more war; And you are going home to Camelot."

"To Camelot?" . . .

"To Camelot." But his words
Were said for no queen's hearing. In his arms
He caught her when she fell; and in his arms
He carried her away. The word of Ron
Was in the rain. There was no other sound.”
― E.A. Robinson

“A slow and hollow bell began to sound
Somewhere above them, and the world became
For Lancelot one wan face � Guinevere's face.
"When the bell rings, it rings for you to go,"
She said; "and you are going ... I am not.
Think of me always as I used to be,
All white and gold � for that was what you called
me.
You may see gold again when you are gone;
And I shall not be there." � He drew her nearer
To kiss the quivering lips that were before him
For the last time. "No, not again," she said;
"I might forget that I am not alone . . .
I shall not see you in this world again,
But I am not alone. No, . . . not alone.
We have had all there was, and you were kind �
Even when you tried so hard once to be cruel.
I knew it then .... or now I do. Good-bye."
He crushed her cold white hands and saw them
falling
Away from him like flowers into a grave.

When she looked up to see him, he was gone;
And that was all she saw till she awoke
In her white cell, where the nuns carried her
With many tears and many whisperings.
"She was the Queen, and he was Lancelot,"
One said. " They were great lovers. It is not
good
To know too much of love. We who love God
Alone are happiest. Is it not so, Mother?" �
"We who love God alone, my child, are safest,"
The Mother replied; "and we are not all safe
Until we are all dead. We watch, and pray.”
― E.A. Robinson

“He seldom sat down, but strayed about with anxious movements, picking things up and setting them down without looking at them, walking to windows and looking out but seeing nothing.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“The boy thought that there was something wrong with him. All through his life—even when he was a great man with the world at his feet—he was to feel this gap: something at the bottom of his heart of which he was aware, and ashamed, but which he did not understand. There is no need for us to try to understand it. We do not have to dabble in a place which he preferred to keep secret.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King