Far Future Snippets - Strange Youth (Patreon)

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"Verily, I grow too old for this shite," Kay complains from the pile of cloaks strewn across the marble floor.

"Sir Kay, watch thy tongue! For we are in gentle company here!" Lucan admonishes.

"Yet twasn't this a more cushioned landing this time?" Bedivere lightly teases as he extends a helping hand to his friend. The one of flesh, blood, and bone still remaining to him.

"Fair youth who has vanquished my brother, I--" Arthur's voice swells as he gracefully rises from his seat. He then pauses and looks about in some confusion. By his side Queen Guinevere raises a chalice to her lips with an enigmatic smile. "--where did he go?"

The strange youth seems to have wandered off as mysteriously as he had appeared.