Song 10:
linkI have climbed
Out the window of my eye,
Through the door of my mouth,
Into the garden of my senses. Arthur presses his forehead against the door, willing his body through the wood. The wood doesn’t budge. He hears another scream from the other side, and he presses his palm against the door.
“Guinevere,” he whispers, worried out of his skull.
“Arthur, she will be fine,” Gaius reassures him, his hand on the king’s shoulder.
Another anguished cry from the other side of the door.
“Does...
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