Chapter 17
Meanwhile, in the bowels of the Earth, Lancelot tossed feverishly in his sleep on the pallet in his chamber. A young woman quietly approached and sponged his forehead. As she did so, The Source entered.
Source: How is he, Zelda?
Zelda: Not so good, milord. He is very weak and seems to have stopped fighting. It's almost as if he wants to die.
Source: That's what I'm afraid of.
Zelda: I'm afraid that if he doesn't find a reason to live soon, he will be lost.
Source: He'll find it, Zelda. He has to. Leave us.
Zelda set the bowl down and turned to leave. As she reached the doorway, she stopped and turned. The Source had picked up the bowl and was now sponging Lancelot's face, as she had done only moments before. Unnerved, she turned and left.
Source: The battle today may have been victorious for them, son, but the war is hardly over. Your day of revenge will come. Do not give up yet.
Lance stirred and tossed restlessly, plagued by dreams.
Lance stood on a cliff watching them below. They were unaware of his surveillance as they laughed and talked about dreams for the future. He chuckled to himself knowing that their time together would soon end and all would be as it should have been. Revenge, and Psyche, would be his.
The Source sat in the corner and Lancelot dreamed of his revenge as his fever broke.
Meanwhile, in the bowels of the Earth, Lancelot tossed feverishly in his sleep on the pallet in his chamber. A young woman quietly approached and sponged his forehead. As she did so, The Source entered.
Source: How is he, Zelda?
Zelda: Not so good, milord. He is very weak and seems to have stopped fighting. It's almost as if he wants to die.
Source: That's what I'm afraid of.
Zelda: I'm afraid that if he doesn't find a reason to live soon, he will be lost.
Source: He'll find it, Zelda. He has to. Leave us.
Zelda set the bowl down and turned to leave. As she reached the doorway, she stopped and turned. The Source had picked up the bowl and was now sponging Lancelot's face, as she had done only moments before. Unnerved, she turned and left.
Source: The battle today may have been victorious for them, son, but the war is hardly over. Your day of revenge will come. Do not give up yet.
Lance stirred and tossed restlessly, plagued by dreams.
Lance stood on a cliff watching them below. They were unaware of his surveillance as they laughed and talked about dreams for the future. He chuckled to himself knowing that their time together would soon end and all would be as it should have been. Revenge, and Psyche, would be his.
The Source sat in the corner and Lancelot dreamed of his revenge as his fever broke.