King Simon's Journey

"But you planned the battle. I'm sure that my companions will agree with me that this fact invalidates you as commander of the army."

“Don’t harass me, Merlin!” barked Arthur, pacing the floor from bed to window. “I need some honest advice and help. You’re the only one who can give it to me. See me later for supper, here in my quarters. All right?”

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

The island represents a mother nature. The island is described as “the length of a boat” and is “drawn at the end to a pink tail,” which suggests that it symbolizes a pig, which is what Jack wants to hunt. However, it also represents a refuge, as a boat is what Ralph is seeking for. These two differing images among Jack and Ralph cause the two to create tension, resulting in inflicting pain upon the island. The natural disaster such as wildfires and the conflict between man is all a part of mother nature.

"I'm the only one that can do it. It's the King's orders, Arthur. I leave in two days."

Gwen inhaled and declared, “It is with great sorrow that we are all assembled here. Prince Merlin and Princess Mithian, I can only add Camelot’s and my own condolences to those already expressed. In terms of King Rodor, I can speak of a King who cared about his family and people. He governed with due regard and purpose. He also saw the greater purpose in things. He valued the happiness of

“I will assume the undertaking for my own crown of Castile and I am ready to pawn my own jewels to defray the expenses of it if the funds in the treasury are found inadequate.”

“ No buts, me lad. Do not speak of this matter again! We will take it up at the next council of the Smelven Lords.”

"And you were planning to take on Cenred and his men all by yourself without supplies or food?"

She shook her head. “Your words, not mine.” He nodded, and she continued. “I see that your clothes are weathered – so you must spend a lot of time outside. Your weapons are clean and polished – so you attach importance to their care. I would assume you depend on them for your living, and --”

"That's not a request, Nathaniel," he replied, on the edge of distress, self-destruction. "I've been out on them moors all night. I've been beaten. I've been kicked and spat at. I was forced away from my own home by my own boss. I am killing that demon, then I'm going to expose it; then I'm going to expose the savages in my village. They're protecting the

“Of all you can see. All of Pirity. But there is a nasty rebellion out there, trying to take the land from me. They want to throw it into anarchy. That’s why we need you. To help me and my army to protect our land.” He said. It seemed to Amber like this was too much work. Too much

Before he knew it, it was time to see Mithian. He exited his chamber back straight, chin lifted.

"We have no idea where or if the Gordanians are planning another attack. We have to be prepared."

Briefly, Morgana had wondered if he was the type who preferred the charms of other men. There were a few among the knights, she knew, one of Camelot's most poorly guarded secrets. But that didn't seem to be it either. For men and women alike, his gaze had been kind and respectful, nothing more.