The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

We shall now seek that which we shall not find

Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.

It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness. And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.