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"Among us?" Lothian asked. "None.
While there is a Greene left alive on this Earth, none but the Once and
Future King will wield Excalibur, unless and until a higher power decrees. Whatever hand of fate willed the sword to Arthur
may will it to someone else... but until such time as Providence appoints
another, NONE shall wield the sword of Arthur."
"Unless, of course, someone here _is_ this re-incarnation
of said Once and Future King..." Tatyana left that particular tidbit
hanging, waiting to see if anyone was about to offer any revelations.
"If fate would have it so," Lothian said, "there will be signs
to that effect. Monotheists would have that 'God moves in mysterious
ways.' The older gods eschew subtlety in
favor of getting the job done."
Cline pondered on the significance of that, while stuffing a
doughnut into his mouth. All this excitement
gave him a craving for sugar and coffee, if it could be made available.
Elizabeth found herself absent mindedly watching Dr. Cline
eat doughnuts and pondered the meaning of Lothian's words. The fates had a way of working in the
direction of the desires of the most powerful and she wondered if there was
potential here to coax the turn of events in the direction that would benefit
the Guardians.
"Celtic customs do change, so the embodiment of an individual in his sword may not always have been the custom. To be honest it sounds more Saxon than Celtic and it would fit in very well with the notions of primogeniture which the Saxons brought to us. However, it makes little difference, I suppose, where the notion originated"
She glanced around the room and smiled at everyone - it gave her a good feeling to be able to generate an academic debate. "I would echo the question, what benefit will the sword provide the group with? And indeed what is intended for the sword once it is found?"
As Frederick “Demonic” sat at the table with the others, the chatter became mumbled and his eye lids closed. Mediation was Frederick`s escape from all this sword talk. Let the others dwell on this. Frederick was more interested in saving his strength for more important issues. Frederick retreated by dislocating his head from his body once more. The box reappeared and the body disappeared. The group was so into their own conversations that they did not notice that the box had replaced Frederick Demonic at the table. They did however hear a snoring sound coming from somewhere in the room.
"Look," Jesse interjected in a tone of boredom and exaspiration, "I don't know why we're wasting our time goin' over all these mouldy old legends. The stiffs in suits want us to go get a sword, it sounds like it could be some fun, and I don't see why we're not just getting to business. I say we just pop on back to when Arthur gets wounded by old what's his name, Mordred right, then we follow the sword till it gets dumped in the ocean or lake or wherever and then we do a little diving. We grab the sword, stop into a pub for a few drinks, and we're home for dinner. Where in this plan do we need to suffer through a history lesson?"
Standing next to the door with his arms folded, Jesse was impatiently tapping his foot waiting for the rest of the gathering to come around to his line of thinking.
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