Marion opened the book and read:
I hold our three week old daughter Jocelyn as I stand in the water, watching his lifeless form start to drift away, and the knights' swords salute. My little brother and cousin are side hugging me as I am between them. Our two year old son, Mordred, just cries and asks, "Where's Daddy?" Malagant just had to come. At least Arthur's cousin will help with rebuilding and ruling for a time; I've known him since I was ten from a summer camp he was a counselor at. In fact, he was the director I was under as the teenage level of staff my first year. I am returning to Leonesse until the coast is clear. I cut my hair to about chin length, and Daddy wasn't as annoyed with it as he was when I was sixteen. My great-aunts and everyone else loves it. The Spanish ambassador was amazed. She's a great friend of Mother's.
Lancelot's out of the way. I told Arthur about his flirting and how I was resisting but it didn't work, and he knocked him off that day. I know if some group decides to make a movie, they'll make it look like I gave in and was on trial for it. Not true. Why would I betray Arthur for a jerk like Lancelot? He's such a donkey!
I remember the day I arrived well. Riding side saddle into Camelot was very uncomfortable. After the formalities were done, everything seemed exciting. My family members, who were knights, were there, and I could see my brother grinning from ear to ear; he's still a squire. Then Arthur asked if I loved him. Of course, and I will always. We've been married for about three years when Malagant attacked Leonesse and then Camelot. Jocelyn was born after the attack on Leonesse. We stayed with my parents for a few days to make sure everyone was settled (we left Gawain in charge at home) while half of the knights returned.
I remember after the fight in Camelot was over, I was asking if the doctors could do anything, and Mordred wanted to climb on Arthur's chest; after he died, the two year old was trying to wake him up. It was cute but also heart wrenching to watch. One of the nephews said he caught me trying to make out with a pillow that night when he was making the rounds, seeing that the enemy didn't try to capture me again. The knights had a hard time getting to Malagant to kill him.
"Wow, this is the real story; it's unbelievable! Wait, Mordred was her son?" She commented.
"Must be. Hey, careful with the artifact!"
"Artifact, smartifact, it's my history, Indy! It's our son's heritage and you're calling it an artifact!"
She clutched the book and ran back to the tent to read more. Marion ran her hand over the spine of the book and noticed the same prophecy etched in it. Gingerly finger ing it, she found a safe spot underneath her mattress to hide it.
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"I told you working with her was a bad idea!" Indy shouted into the recording he was sending back to Brody, "she's taken off with the artifact!"
"Calm down, it's natural for someone to guard family history with their life," Lee said.
"I guess it's like Dads' old Grail Diary to her," Indy sighed. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.