Lancelet and Arthur were walking beside each other around the battle grounds. They spoke of strategy, and what the Saxons might be up to next. Then Arthur suddenly spoke of Gwenhwyfar, and how she could not get pregnant, and how he knew she desired someone else in her bed. Lancelet's face turned red, and he shook his head, "My lord how do you know this?" "Lancelet you know, even though I have blond hair, I have Avalon and its powers in me, I can hear another's thoughts if need be. And I cannot help but hear her's and.......yours." Arthur said curtly. Lancelet looked quickly at him and straight forward again, "I mean you no dishonor sir. I love my Queen but would never betray you." Lancelet said, a little afraid that Arthur had this in his mind. "Ah, cousin, I know you love me well, and you know I love you. I am speaking of our....relationship too." Arthur said. "If it was not an eve to battle, I would never speak of this, it is barbaric to speak so. And I know Lancelet you are a good Christian, and you would never....uh...never do anything of the kind with me." "You are wrong," Lancelet said shaking his head. Arthur looked up surprised. "I am not a good Christian." Arthur looked down, not wanting to hear that part. "And I have dreamed about you, and my queen for years. Sharing your bed, letting you stroke me, and I stroke her, I dream about it all the time!" Lancelet said trembling. "Cousin, will you kiss me? Let us work hard in this battle so we will have something to look forward to when we get home." Lancelet ran into Arthur's arms, and Arthur met his lips. Arthur stroked Lancelet's black hair, and in turn lancelet rubbed his hands along Arthur's back. "I love you." Arthur spoke trembling. "As you my lord, always." Then it was all blank, and Viviane knew that the Goddess found her son his love that she prayed for.