“Gawain shouted, “I told you! It is the vessel of the Last Supper!” “And I tell you,” Lancelot repeated almost patiently, “it is the vessel that held Christ’s blood from the Cross—” “Might could be both,” Percival pointed out. He stood a little apart, looking down over the spring countryside spread all green below. Newly awakened, the three hungry, unarmed Knights had been rolling up cloaks and packing saddlebags when this dispute broke out. Lancelot’s Fey Mell had gone scouting for ...food. Percival remarked sourly to himself that the Fey made by far the most useful travel companions. Gawain turned on him. “And you, Percival? What did you say it was?” Percival shrugged. “A magic vessel. It brings forth honeycakes and other food, according to—” Lancelot snatched up a stick by his feet and broke it in two. “Magic! By St.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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