The celebrations are in full flow, as is the wine. Lancelot stands in full armour preparing himself for his call to the Tilt. He looks up into the crowd to see her. Gwen is sitting beside her newly crowned King. Her face reacting, reflecting that of the people around her as they watch two knights take to the charge. He watches her beautiful face, concern and excitement, then relief and joy. Both knights have broken their lances, showering splinters as they passed. No one was hurt this time but Lancelot pays the course behind him no heed. Lancelot smiles as she smiles, and then to himself:
Did I ever hope this World held such beauty,
This World, your World.
My world made wonderful, by you.
There is nothing more beautiful in my world than time spent with you.
Time spent at a cost, it runs faster, brighter, burning time.
Burning brightly in my heart is My Love for thee.
Burning, burn My Love, burn.
For Truth, save you, there is no one I'll Burn for,
No one I'll Love For.
No one more Beautiful than you.
...
Lancelot turns away, his Great Helm hides the truth.
The burning light of his Love forever enclosed.