I hope that somewhere, their spirits have found peace. I will never forget them, and legend will tell their tale – and the stories of the other knights that died for freedom. Dagonet and Lancelot and Tristan being just three. As I look at my wife, I realise how much she resembles Bryanne, and I smile at that thought. I hope that there will be something of Bryanne, Lancelot and all my men in the children to come. I promised to live my life in honour of those passed. I pray that I have made them proud, that I have paid my tribute to their bravery and their strength. Life will be different without them. But, I can feel Guinevere take my hand, and I know that I will survive. There is more good in this world than there is bad. Just sometimes, you have to know where to look.

It is a favourite tale of some of the woad's that survived that battle on Badon Hill that they saw Lancelot's final words. Some say he called my name, and yet more claim that he whispered the name of his horse, or his homeland. One woad told me confidently, he had cursed the Saxons to eternal damnation.

But my favourite of them all, the one I like to think were his last words, are more precious than any of the above. With his last breath, Lancelot, Sarmatian Knight of Hadrian's Wall and the Round Table, murmured:

"Anne… Anne… Anne…"

END

Midnights in Winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold.
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
It's line is etched in my memory.

So I'd know you by heart.

Mornings in April
Sharing our secrets
We'd walk until the morning was gone.
We were like children
Laughing for hours
The joy you gave me lives on and on.

'Cause I know you by heart.

I still hear your voice
On warm Summer nights
Whispering like the wind.

You left in Autumn
The leaves were turning
I walked down roads of orange and gold.
I saw your sweet smile
I heard your laughter
You're still here beside me every day.

'Cause I know you by heart,
'Cause I know you by heart.

"I Know You By Heart" -Eva Cassidy.