Caeli's POV
We all stood again in the small graveyard for a final farewell to Lancelot. All of our wounds had been bandaged; my arm was now in a sling to keep me from using my shoulder. Tristan stood beside me, an arm wrapped around me. Dwyn stood just behind Arthur with Lucan beside her, he now had Dagonet's ring on a cord around his neck. Bors, Gawain, and Galahad (who held a torch) stood near the grave.
Galahad handed the torch to Arthur, who set it in the grave and set Lancelot's body alight. Bors walked behind Lucan and inclined his head, then stood between Arthur and Galahad a moment. He looked at Arthur.
"He chose his own fate." He told him, and then turned to Galahad. "As did we all." He looked to Arthur again. "As did we all." After one last look at Lancelot's burning body, Bors walked off.
Gawain stepped up to where Bors had been standing, he looked at Arthur, then Lancelot's body, and at Galahad; they followed Bors back to the fort. Dwyn moved forward and took Arthur's hand. I looked up at Tristan, and he looked down at me. He nodded toward the fort, I agreed silently, and we left Dwyn and Arthur alone.
Dwyn's POV
Slowly, each knight left, and Arthur, Lucan, and I were all that remained. I watched the boy out of the corner of my eye, and discovered that I'd grown quite fond of him.
Arthur rubbed his thumb over my hand lightly, finally ripping his eyes from Lancelot's burning ashes to look at me. He smiled faintly, and I did in return. Even if Lancelot had not been my favorite person, I was showing as much sympathy as I could find for Arthur's sake.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered to Lucan, and I turned as well to see him at Dagonet's grave. He put his hands on the sword and began wrenching at it with all his might.
Arthur glanced at me, and I tilted my head toward Lucan, he let my hand go and went to the boy, placing his hand on his shoulder in a fatherly manner.
"One day, you'll be strong enough. And you'll come back for it." He said softly.
Lucan cast his eyes downward, but nonetheless, allowed Arthur to lead him back to where I stood.
Lucan's hand in one of Arthur's, and mine in the other, we turned to leave, pausing only once as Arthur did. "Goodbye, my friend." He said somberly.
Then, we continued down the hill, toward our future, unsure of what lay ahead, but certain we would face it together.