Le Morte d'Arthur

And I challenge you to the death for killing my brothers!
Sir, Launcelot, for sleeping with my wife I banish you from here
Oh no, my father has returned! Run Away!
Modred! How dare you steal my throne
Help!
King Arthur, you have deserted me!" “My lord, I am alone now, and among enemies.”
“Sir Bedivere, take what comfort you may, for my time is passed, and now I must be taken to Avalon for my wound to be healed. If you hear of me no more, I beg you pray for my soul.”

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