Lynet scowled. I’m just so tired of young knights wearing their father’s armor and dreaming romantic dreams riding up to their death.

There's never any reason to trust someone. If there's a reason, then it's not trust. -Terence

They've named the well after you. How did they know my name? They don't. They invented one.

Brave? Or stupid? Roger shrugged. I've never been quite sure where brave stopped and stupid began, myself.

Don't make yourself so special, the dwarf said with a snort. As if getting lost was some trick that only women knew. I've known men who could get lost in their own bedrooms. The only difference is that men with no sense of direction don't brag about it, the way women do.

I take it that he is more than just a woodcutter. No one is just a woodcutter, replied Terence. A person's always more than his present occupation.

I said you lie, knave!” shouted Beaumains, drawing his sword. “And for telling such craven falsehoods, you must die!” The knight looked plaintively at Roger. “What’s wrong with this fellow?” He was dropped on his head when he was a baby,” answered Roger.

The next day, to the joy of all of Arthur's court, Sir Gareth was wed to the fair Lady Lyonesse of Cornwall. All who beheld the couple declared that ne'er had so handsome a knight wed so beautiful a maiden. At the same time, Sir Gaheris was wedded to the Lady Lynet, younger sister to the Lady Lyonesse. They looked alright too.

Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying? I don't know. I've never done either.

He expects us to kill him, Palomides said to Dinadan. Some people are so demanding, Dinadan replied. Considering we've only just met, I mean.

Very well. I shall try to think like an idiot.