I have done what I ought to have done long ago. War on Arthur has now been declared. In the morning, a scant few hours, we meet at Salisbury, with our gathered armies.

I know not what happens then. I do not want THIS. Had I not been goaded into it by his pressing me to write a formal declation, by his forbiding me from setting foot in any of his lands.

My honor dictates but one action now, but should that action occur...Morgaine is left alone, her son half an orphan before he is born.

Perhaps it may be best to let him kill me instead, but dawn of course will see.

-Lancelet