The Queen of Air and Darkness tilted back her head and laughed. A more ghastly sound I hope never to hear. โDo you think I care about these trifles?โ โMurder is no trifle, woman,โ Arthur said. โNo? How many men have you killed, Great King? How many have you slain without cause? How many did you cut down that you might have spared? How many died because you in your battle-rage would not heed their pleas for mercy?โ The High King opened his mouth to speak, but could make no answer.
Stephen R. LawheadYet, there was once a king worthy of that name. That king was Arthur. It is paramount disgrace of this evil generation that the name of that great king is no longer spoken aloud except in derision. Arthur! He was the fairest flower of our race, Cymry's most noble son, Lord of the Summer Realm, Pendragon of Britain. He wore God's favour like a purple robe. Hear then, if you will, the tale of a true king.
Stephen R. Lawhead