Just a snippet from the 'King Arthur' movie - set after the knights have buried Dagonet.
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Galahad stood between Lancelot and Tristan at the graveside – the same place he took every time one of his fellow knights had been buried. He couldn't help but think that each death was affecting him less than the last, and the youngest knight shivered as he felt nothing. Dagonet had been the elder brother to them all, and he felt empty. Earlier, faced with Germanius' face, Galahad had been almost consumed with anger – but it had faded into nothing.
Tristan opened the box he carried when Gawain stopped in front of him and handed it over – but it was done in a kind of daze. Galahad sneered inwardly. Even when faced with death Tristan showed no emotion.
"Goodbye, old friend. We'll be along soon." Gawain had laid the box down on the mound of fresh earth and stepped back to his place in the line. Once, many years before, it had been Alymere's grave they stood around, and the knights had formed a double circle. Now there were six of them including Arthur, and their fellow knights lay in mounds of their own.
Arthur left the grave and walked away from them. One by one the remaining knights left their posts and made their way silently back down the slopes towards the fort. Tristan was the first to make it back, walking so fast that Galahad was hard pushed to keep the older knight in sight. He didn't pay any heed to Gawain calling him back, or the muttered cursing and the sound of two pairs of running feet as Gawain urged Lancelot forward to help and he reached out, grabbed Tristan's arm and spun him round.
"You cold, unfeeling bastard!" Galahad pulled his arm back and flung it forward with his fist clenched. Tristan swayed back with the force of the blow, but made no move defend himself or strike back.
"Go on, pup." He muttered instead, trying to turn back to the fort, but Galahad grabbed his arm again, forcing Tristan to face him. Dagonet had given the youngest of them that name, and it had become a natural substitute for Galahad's own name on the tongues of Tristan, Bors and Mordred as well.
"You don't get to call me that! Dagonet's dead!" Galahad yelled, completely incensed now. "Dagonet's dead, and…you…" He trailed off when he met Tristan's eyes, but shrugged off Gawain and Lancelot when they tried to pull him back. "Oh, gods, Tristan."
Tristan stared at Galahad, ignoring the shouting. The youngest of them, always counted among the bravest of them in battle, flinched at the pain he saw.
"Dagonet's dead." Tristan said, his voice nearly calm but for the slight panic tingeing it. "Go on now, pup."
He turned away from the other three knights and took one step, his legs seemingly giving way before he could move any further. Galahad had sprung forward though, knocking Gawain and Lancelot's restraining arms away before lunging to break Tristan's fall on the hard-packed dirt.
"Gawain, help me!" He called, and both his fellow knights were here, pulling Tristan up and away from the ground, allowing Galahad to stand.
"Get him inside." Lancelot said, his expression grim. "Quickly."
Gawain nodded, and the two supported Tristan between them while Galahad ran interference in front of them. Not that there was anyone willing to get in their way – the death of one of the most respected of knights had shaken even the Romans.