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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 23, 2011 11:49:20 GMT -5
 
The incredulous look he gave her made her frown deepen, and she stared at him stubbornly. “I mean it.” She stated, her tone dipping into the regal air that demanded to be obeyed. Realizing how forcefully she had spoke the words, she laughed softly. Alowyn rarely demanded anything, unless she was pushed by pride or angered. In this case, she was frustrated with his self-deprecation. Why couldn’t he see what she did? If anyone should be snubbing anyone, he should be doing so to her, not the other way around. She came with too much baggage- a bid for the throne (when she was sure that the idea of political power was not a romantic one to him,) the possibility of being hunted down and murdered by her own family every day, and not to mention her status as the beggar queen. None of it was something that would make a normal person want to sign up for it. “Really, you are too hard on yourself.” She said more softly. “You’re by far the most amazing person I’ve met since I left home.”
“Then I shall make sure to be very careful with my words.”
Alowyn looked up at him, nodding slowly as she took his response in. The sincerity in his voice was evident, and she appreciated that. Too often Alowyn was wrote off as having no feelings at all because she was a Saxon and so good at hiding them, but that was far from the truth. To have someone show consideration to her at all was heartwarming.
“But I shall not be held responsible for the things my lips do. For around you they seem to have a mind of their own.”
She couldn’t help but smile as his lips were once again pressed to hers, and muse over the good fortune that her night had brought her. “Gods willing that they should feel the same for a long time now.”
“Always.”
She blinked, the slightest of flushes coming over her pale face. She didn’t understand it- they had only really got to know each other this very night, but it felt as if they had known each other for ages, had never been apart in fact. Her mother used to tell her stories about how spirits met again and again in each life, always managing to find each other in spite of death. Alowyn had always been wary of believing that, but could it possibly be true? She couldn’t explain her feelings for the Sarmatian knight otherwise. She couldn’t answer any of the trivial questions most people could about their lovers, but Alowyn instinctively knew other things about him- things she wasn’t sure she should know, otherwise. “Yes,” she echoed softly. “Always.”
As he pulled her closer to offer a deeper kiss than the one before, Alowyn’s arms slid around his waist to hold him to her tightly, as if she were trying to keep death itself from ever laying claim on him again. She parted her lips, putting every ounce of her being into the kiss. When she finally broke away, she didn’t release her arms from his waist. She had no idea what the morning to come would bring her, nor did she particularly care. Alowyn would have been just fine with the world stopping right then, the night never ending, if it meant she could stay perfectly still in his arms. “Of all the nights I’ve spent in Hadrian,” she teased quietly, “this is by far my favorite.”
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Post by Galahad on Jun 23, 2011 18:42:28 GMT -5
“Yes,” “Always.”
Gods above how could he not help but see that beautiful crimson blush as it swept across Alowyn’s pale cheeks? How could it even be possible that his woman had suddenly become even more beautiful? But it was true and Galahad could have stared down at that blush for hours, except that the pull from his lips was to great and he could not help himself but kiss Alowyn’s beautiful mouth.
As they kissed Galahad could feel Aloywn’s arms move around his waist, wrapping around and holding onto him. This gave him more confidence and he let his hand slip from Alowyn’s side to around her back. He wrapped his own arm around the base of her back, pulling her even closer to his body as though he simply could not get enough of her. She was, she was intoxicating and Galahad would happily loose himself within her. Right now he did not care about the fort or the people or his brothers in arms. His whole attention, every ounce of his being was focused on this mysterious, beautiful woman whom had captured his attention and held it, quite happily, captive!
Galahad found himself panting softly, his chest rising and falling as the kiss was finally broken. Gods he could have kissed those lips happily all night if only his lungs would have permitted it. He now stood with one arm holding Alowyn against his body, his other hand playing with her golden hair.
“Of all the nights I’ve spent in Hadrian,” “this is by far my favourite.”
“Is it?” Galahad asked with a laugh, unable to help but feel a sense of pride at Alowyn’s high praise. He grinned down cheekily at her, his lips forming a lopsided smile as he pretended to think. “I think I would have to agree… although the day I beat Lancelot in training would have to come a close second…” he said with a wink. “I kid, I kid!” He added quickly, winking to emphasise his words.
Laughing Galahad finally broke his gaze away from Alowyn’s deep eyes and looked up, the crystal glittering of the stars above catching his attention. He blinked and then looked around, only then realising that they were still standing in the middle of the practice field in the dead of night. “Do you realise we are still standing in the middle of the training field?” He asked, looking down at Alowyn with a smirk on his lips.
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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 24, 2011 15:09:17 GMT -5
When they broke apart, Alowyn tilted her head back, resting her chin lightly against his chest, looking up at him. She had never had the patience for romance, preferring to rebuff her potential suitors so that she could continue on whatever track she was going for, but now she was suspecting that she had simply never met the right guy to spend her time with. She would have been more than willing to sit there with Galahad for the rest of the night hours, and well into the day.
"Is it?
"Mmmhmm," she confirmed. She wasn't lying, either- most of her days were uneventful, spent pandering to local leaders for their support or discussing tactics with Arthur. Though she regularly ran into the knights at the tavern, very little of her time was actually spent with such frivolity.
“I think I would have to agree… although the day I beat Lancelot in training would have to come a close second… I kid, I kid!”
Alowyn made a face at him, knowing very well he was joking. "So incredibly funny you are." She joked, shaking her head but smiling in spite of herself.
“Do you realise we are still standing in the middle of the training field?”
"So we are." She glanced around, their surroundings suddenly coming back to her. "Did you have something better in mind?"
((OOC: I'm being booted off the computer, sorry it's short! The next will be my usual.)
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Post by Galahad on Jun 24, 2011 20:07:46 GMT -5
"So incredibly funny you are." "So we are." "Did you have something better in mind?"
“Uh…” Galahad’s lips parted as he looked down at Alowyn, not once moving his arm from around her waist. Somehow he felt as though if he moved all of this should be shattered, standing here, with the most beautiful woman in Britain in his arms. If he moved he might wake up and find himself back in the service, back in hell. He blinked away the thought and gave Alowyn’s waist a firm squeeze just for reassurance.
“We could go to the taver….” The last word fell from Galahad’s lips. The tavern would be closed at this time. His mind raced, he most certainly did not want to end the evening here for he had no idea what the morning might bring. Everything always looks different in the orange rays of the morning sun. What if Alowyn changed her mind? What if she decided this was a fools union?
“We could go back to my room?” Galahad suggested, looking down at the beautiful blond in his arms trying to sound as casual as possible. Really? His room? Did that sound as creepy as he thought it did? “I mean… I have a flask of wine if you want a drink or something?” Alright, now it was starting to sound lame! Of course he wanted to bed her! What man in their right mind would not want to take such a stunning woman to their bed… but honestly that was not his intentions right now! He honestly wanted to get to know Alowyn a little better. He wanted to find out as much as possible about this mysterious woman. He wanted to know what lay behind those deep endless eyes.
“Just for a drink…” He added with a smile, flashing his big brown eyes in hopes it would help Alowyn agree to his suggestion.
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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 24, 2011 21:02:59 GMT -5
At his hesitation, Alowyn was going to offer a suggestion of her own, but he quickly beat her to it.
“We could go to the taver….”
She raised her brows. The tavern would long be closed by now, but judging by how his voice trailed off, he had deduced that for himself.
“We could go back to my room?”
Alowyn blinked. She was sure that he didn’t mean the words exactly like that, given as he had practically been tripping over himself all night in order to not offend her, but as to what else he possibly meant, she wasn’t exactly sure. Alowyn wasn’t some virginal maid particularly worried about her honor- hers was a culture of strength over any other virtue- but she didn’t make a habit of bedding men the first night she particularly got to know them, either. Especially when they meant something to her.
“I mean… I have a flask of wine if you want a drink or something?”
She laughed softly, finally understanding what he had in mind. It appeared she wasn’t the only one that was less than willing to let the evening slide away. “I would enjoy either option,” she mused with a mischievous smile, “but I think for tonight, the wine is more appropriate.” She gave him a gentle nudge with her shoulder to show she was teasing him and that her good opinion hadn’t faltered the least in the last few minutes.
As she let him lead the way from the practice range back towards the residences (her own among them,) she let her mind wander. She was more than curious to see his personal abode, that was for certain- one could learn a lot from peering around someone’s private quarters. Usually the things that people kept around their bed, where they spent their most vulnerable hours in the world, spoke more about people than any word or action they could produce, and she was looking forward to getting a glimpse of that side of Galahad. Someday, she was sure, he would see her own rooms- the few items that she surrounded herself with and kept on hand- and someday they would also share a bed. She didn’t need a fortune teller to tell her these things. Still, Alowyn wanted to know exactly who she was getting involved with- not that she suspected him of anything untoward.
“Just for a drink…”
“I believe I like this idea.’ She agreed with a smile. “I would be more than honored to drink with you.”
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Post by Galahad on Jun 24, 2011 21:16:46 GMT -5
“I would enjoy either option,” she mused with a mischievous smile, “but I think for tonight, the wine is more appropriate.”
Both of Galahad’s eyebrows shot upwards towards his hair line. EITHER option?! Really?! As he stood there with Alowyn wrapped tightly in his arm he struggled to keep a calm face. The grin upon his lips threatened to break out any minute and he could not help the little swell of delight within his chest. So maybe there was a chance… later of course… of getting to see a little more of this beautiful blond?! Galahad was a man, same as any other, and he could not help but be encouraged by Alowyn’s playful words. But for now she was right, and he was certainly not the type of man whom would take a woman to his bed on the first night… especially not a woman whom he was so very interested in. Alowyn had captured his attention like no other woman had done in the past and he desired greatly to get to know her on a deeper level. He felt something for her, deep within his belly and he would be damned if he was going to f*ck this up between them.
Moving, Galahad let his arm slide away from Alowyn’s side. The sudden lack of warmth sent a chill running down his spine. As he turned to lead the way back to his room he reached out and took Alowyn’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers so he could feel the heat of her body once more.
Galahad’s room was not very far away from the training field, the Roman’s had made sure that all the Sarmatian Knights were lodged within close vicinity of the training yards and muck houses. Quietly he lead the blond out of the training field and across the court yard to the building ahead. They slipped inside quietly, each step Galahad took making a small noise against the stone ground. He wound his way through the corridors passing door after door before finally he turned and stopped.
Looking at Alowyn he grinned lopsidedly, “Uh… mind the mess?” He asked her before pushing the door open and guiding the blond inside.
Honestly for fifteen years of service and twenty years upon his Island Galahad’s room was not lavishly furnished. He had a cot, chest of draws, a table with two chairs, a large wooden chest in the corner and a sort of stand in which he kept his armor on. But it was not the furnishings that Galahad focused on. Scattered about the room were all his belongings. Clothing, boots, random items he had collected throughout the years. Bits and pieces were spread everywhere and being a typical male he never kept his room tidy.
“Sorry..” he looked at Alowyn trying to apologise. Closing the door behind them Galahad quickly moved into the room, trying to pick up random bits of clothing and objects and stuffing them into the large chest by the corner.
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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 25, 2011 13:47:38 GMT -5
She couldn’t help it: the look on his face as he tried not to laugh made her grin widen as she tried to stifle her own amusement. She hadn’t been lying, that was true, but she was pretty sure he hadn’t expected her to be so forward. He was in for a surprise if he thought she was the type of woman to hold her tongue when she was thinking something.
She allowed him to once again take her hand, enjoying the feeling of his fingers between hers. She wondered how long she would continue to do this- whether or not he would grow tired of her, or tired of the issues she brought with her in a relationship. She kept her thoughts to herself, however, as they moved through the various “streets” and corners of the keep, on the way to where he said his room was located. She had never had occasion to enter any of the abodes of the knights, and as such, she took stock of the path they were taking in case she might need to replicate it on her own, later. She sincerely hoped she would, anyway.
“Uh… mind the mess?”
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust so she could see just what mess he was talking about, and the look that passed over her face was one of curiosity rather than revulsion. Mess didn’t bother her- though most people would think it might, judging by the near pristine conditions of her own room- in fact, she found it telling. A person’s mess, and what it contained, gave a lot away about that person, which was precisely why Alowyn made it a point to never leave one. She didn’t want people to be able to predict her, Being unpredictable kept her alive.
Besides, when would he really have time to clean, anyway? Arthur wasn’t a dictator by any means, but he did keep his men busy. No doubt when he returned to his room, all Galahad wanted to do was sleep.
“I don’t mind it.” She said, stepping over the various piles of clothes and miscellany, careful not to disturb anything. She examined everything, running her fingers very lightly over his armor. She next examined the outside of the trunk, this time keeping her fingers to herself, and paused before the dresser, looking at the various items that were there.
“Sorry..”
“Never apologize to me for being yourself.” She said quietly, tearing her eyes away from a child’s toy that was resting on top of the dresser. “Tell me about this.” She placed her fingers on the tiny horse, looking back at him. There was so much they did not know about each other, and it was hitting her then. She wanted to know him, and to know him well- and what better opportunity would she get than now?
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Post by Galahad on Jun 25, 2011 20:46:53 GMT -5
After throwing half of his clothing into the trunk by the corner Galahad had gone over to the table to tend to the lantern. He was just watching the orange light begin to flicker and spill through his small room when Alowyn spoke.
“Never apologize to me for being yourself.” “Tell me about this.”
“DON’T!” Galahad shouted as he reached out a hand into the air as though trying to stop Alowyn from touching the toy horse. The strength of his word shocked even him and he blinked, long fingers curling back into his palm as he quickly lowered his hand. “Sorry… sorry…” he quickly apologised, swallowing hard.
“My father made that” Galahad said softly as he moved away from the table, stepping over a pair of boots on the floor and walking towards the dresser. He stopped by the side of the dresser and looked at the small wooden horse, nothing more than a toy for a child. He looked up at Alowyn a look of sadness washing across his deep blue orbs.
“Forgive me I…” Galahad coughed and ran a hand through his dark curls. “My father made that for me when I was just a little boy, nothing more than runt. My father died a few years before I was taken and it was still my most loved toy. I had it in my pocket when the Roman’s came to my village. There was little warning, the bastards were there before we knew what was happening. The elders tried to hide the boys but it was no use. I remember my mother clung onto me with such determination that it left marks in my shoulders. He’s to young she said over and over again. But the Roman’s were bastards and did not want to trek out to this village again for a few years so they decided to take me. I was the youngest, the smallest, not even a man by the standards of my village.” Galahad paused, his eyes locked with the wooden horse. “I can still hear my mothers screams. She threw rocks at the Roman’s and one of those bastards turn around and struck her so hard she fell to the ground. I… I couldn’t do anything. They just came and… and I still hate them for it.”
Galahad sighed softly, tearing his eyes away from the figurine to look back up at Alowyn. “You can touch it, I should have shouted, I’m sorry….” Galahad could have cursed himself, he'd just acted like a total and utter jerk and now Alowyn was going to think him some mad man!
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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 25, 2011 21:25:14 GMT -5
”DON’T!”
The sudden forcefulness of the words made Alowyn jump backwards like a cat, staring at him in the lantern’s dim light. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands were still slightly upraised as if to show she wasn’t a threat, or perhaps that she hadn’t stolen anything (a look that had been familiar to her when she was much younger and on the run.) She wasn’t quite sure what grave offense she had caused, but it had certainly not been intentional.
Her blue eyes were not holding his, however, but at the hand outstretched towards her, where she now stood out of reach.
“Sorry… sorry…”
She said nothing. His hand finally lowered.
“My father made that”
Alowyn finally met his gaze, her own face holding the slightest of frowns. “I apologize.” She said evenly, as if he hadn’t just frightened her. “I should have minded my own business. I need to be reminded of that from time to time.”
”I… I couldn’t do anything. They just came and… and I still hate them for it.”
Alowyn listened to his tale in silence, taking a long moment before reaching out and wrapping her arms around his waist. His words called back another time, a time of darkness and blood and loss, of more pain than the young woman was capable of dealing with. She had told no one the true reality of her story, because she did not want to be pitied. It was a private tragedy, one that she had faced alone, and no mutterings of “I’m sorry,” or “my condolences” would ever make Alowyn’s life whole again. She had no words to offer Galahad for his suffering, or for the pain that still haunted him to this day. She did, however, have empathy. She knew that suffering, the pain of violence ripping away her loved ones. “Galahad.” She said softly, but offered no more for a long minute. “I… I understand.”
Upon her arrival, she had told Arthur only the grim, emotionless facts. Her family was dead, slaughtered by her uncle. Her cousin reigned in her stead, shedding blood and hate through her kingdom, killing anyone that defied them. Arthur had been a good listener, but she did not trust him with the truth. She trusted no one with the truth. It was hers to bear alone.
But she owed him something.
“You can touch it, I should have shouted, I’m sorry….”
“No.” She said shortly, pulling away from him. Her face was pale, but her manner was poised. “I shouldn’t have, and I do apologize for my lack of discretion.” Needing something to do with her hands, she raised them to her braid, which was already falling from her sword practice. She pulled on the piece of leather that held it, and began to unravel each piece, slowly and steadily. “I lost my family, too.” She said quietly, not looking at him. Her blue eyes seemed to see nothing, her fingers and her lips the only part of her that was moving. “I had gone to play by this river that was near my home, sort of against my father’s wishes… ‘It’s too dangerous, Aly,’ he used to always say to me. But I was a child, and a stubborn one at that, so I took my daggers and I went down to the banks. At first, I thought all the noise was just a children’s game, you know, shouting and screaming. It wasn’t unusual to hear yelling in the streets during the summer. I ignored it, but something told me it wasn’t right- it didn’t sound like children, you know? It sounded like women, grown women, and I went back to see what was going on. Everything was on fire- animals were loose in the street, burning or already dead, making noises as nearly as bad as the humans. Men were fighting, swinging axes at each other, people I had known since I was a baby were laying in the streets, their innards on the ground next to them, their eyes open and not seeing anything…” She made a face, closing her eyes. “I ran as fast as I could, sure that once I found my father, things would be safe, that I would be… I would be fine. My father would fix it. I saw my oldest brother fighting a man that looked familiar, but I was so confused and scared I thought nothing of it. I went to my house, which hadn’t been set on fire yet- my mother was weeping, trying to protect my other brother… she made us hide under the bed. I was pressed against the wall, but Gunnar… he was just a boy, and he was scared. They raped my mother before they killed her, in front of us, and I kept turning my brother’s face to mine so he wouldn’t watch but… they heard his crying. They pulled him out from under the bed by his foot, and they slit his throat. I… I… couldn’t do anything. They had no idea I was still there, and they left. I held my brother as he died, which, thank the gods, was quick. I left my home, and I ran into the woods. I don’t know how they didn’t find me. When the sun went down and they were gone, I went back, but the whole place had burned. My father, my mother, my siblings were all dead. I learned later it was my cousin that did it, and I knew if he caught me, I’d be just as dead as them. I haven’t been back.” She took in a shaky breath, opening her eyes. They were bright, almost feverishly so with unshed tears as she met his gaze once again.
“I understand what it is to hate, Galahad. But I also understand that it will destroy you, consume you, if you let it.”
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Post by Galahad on Jun 25, 2011 21:38:05 GMT -5
Galahad stood like a statue listening to Alowyn’s tale of the tragic loss of her family. The images that conjured in his head made the Knight feel sick to his very stomach – and that was certainly saying something as he had lived and breathed death for fifteen long years. At times it almost seemed impossible that suck slaughter, such disrespect for life could ever take place and yet with Alowyn’s words the harsh reality of life came rushing back. This was the Saxon’s that Galahad had always known, the hate, the anger, the merciless actions towards innocents. But in Alowyn’s words there was another side of these people whom Galahad had spent half a life fighting. There were homes, family, rules, brothers, mothers, and fathers. People just like him, people who laughed people who played, people who loved. People who were slaughtered, struck down without a reason or word.
When Alowyn finally was able to look back up at him Galahad saw crystal tears trying so despaeately not to fall. Without a thought he reached out and brushed a fingertip under one of Alowyn’s eyes before letting his hand trail to her golden hair. Gently he wrapped his fingers around her hand and pulled it away from her golden hair. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, not really sure why.
“Then we are both orphans” Galahad finally said breaking the silence. “How can you not hate Cedric with what he did to your family?” He asked curiously. Hate was… hate was part of him. It was not the main part of him but it was there, pushed down within his belly. It bubbled from time to time, it gave him strength in battle. How was it possible to let go?
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Post by Alowyn of Wessex on Jun 25, 2011 21:59:12 GMT -5
Alowyn’s hands stilled, her braid almost completely unraveled, when he touched her face gently. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” She said quietly, managing to keep her voice from shaking. She had spent so much of her life building up this strong persona, an outer shell against the world, that it was almost easy to revert behind it. She could sort through her own pain of reliving it much later.
She blinked, looking at their hands as he took hold of hers and pressed it to his lips. She felt small and delicate in that moment, in need of protection- perhaps from her cousin, who still hunted her to this day (especially that word was getting out that she was alive and well,) or perhaps from herself and the dark places her mind went when she was alone. Alowyn could not show fear where others might see it, but in the night hours, it was debilitating. She dreamed often of her family, of battle and blood. It was the main reason she couldn’t sleep, and the main reason he found her tonight, practicing with a weapon she did not know how to use.
“Then we are both orphans”
“Yes.” She agreed softly. She had never had a reason to give thought to his own heritage, in all the times she had been watching him. She had known, abstractly, of course, how the Sarmatian knights had come to be, but she had never quite thought that through- the pain they must have felt, being forced from their families. The loneliness, at not knowing whether they were alive or dead. How different was it from her own situation, really? By her own estimation, not by much, and that made her feel all the more closer to Galahad.
“How can you not hate Cedric with what he did to your family?”
She raised her gaze to him, taking a moment to think about it. “For a while, I did. I wanted to do to him what he’s done to me. But I’ve been at this war game for sixteen years, and I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting, of bloodshed, of all the pain. I know that he won’t give up the throne without a fight, and I’m prepared to give that to him, but I just want peace, Galahad.” She squeezed his hand gently. “Fighting with him isn’t going to bring my family back. I hate that it’s true, but I accept it. I need to do what I need to do to save my people now.”
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Post by Galahad on Jun 25, 2011 22:06:51 GMT -5
“For a while, I did. I wanted to do to him what he’s done to me. But I’ve been at this war game for sixteen years, and I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting, of bloodshed, of all the pain. I know that he won’t give up the throne without a fight, and I’m prepared to give that to him, but I just want peace, Galahad.” “Fighting with him isn’t going to bring my family back. I hate that it’s true, but I accept it. I need to do what I need to do to save my people now.”
Galahad listened to Alowyn’s words carefully, still holding onto her hand tightly. Perhaps he was trying to find some stability, some strength from the simple warmth of Alowyn’s skin against his. He hated showing weakness, perhaps just like it seemed Alowyn did. All his life he had been beaten and kicked if he was anything but strong. But alone, in the privacy of his room it was then and only then that he could be weak, he could expose himself to the harsh realities of this world.
“Then you are a stronger person than I” Galahad finally said, the corner of his lips tilting up in a soft smile. “Sometimes I think fighting is all I know. Fighting to protect myself, fighting to protect those I hold close. Bloodshed and screams still fill my dreams at night…” Galahad snorted loudly and shook his head, his dark curls bouncing. “Whom would have ever thought a Saxon and a Sarmatian would have more in common than knowing how to wield a weapon?!”
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Poor Galahad. Poor Alowyn.