Christmas in Camelot
“”Noel,” they cheered, then “Noel, Noel,” “New Years Gifts!” the knights cried next as they pressed forwards to offer their presents.” […]
“”Noel,” they cheered, then “Noel, Noel,” “New Years Gifts!” the knights cried next as they pressed forwards to offer their presents.” […]
“Good morning, Sir Gawain,” said the graceful lady, “You sleep so soundly one might sidle in here. You’re tricked and you’re trapped! But let’s make a truce, or I’ll besiege you in your bed, and you’d better believe me.” […]
“The cleanness of the strike cleaved the spinal cord and parted the fat and the flesh so far that the bright steel blade took a bite from the floor.” […]
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