Chapter 836:

The roundtable talks were mainly monologues, telling the adventures of these captives, their friends and supporters being killed and deprived of their horses and armor. As far as I know, generally speaking, these murderous adventures are not carried out for hurting, revenge, resolving old disputes, or sudden failure. No, usually, they are just duels between strangers-duels between people who have never introduced each other, and there is no reason for offense between them. Many times, I have seen a few boys, strangers, meet by chance, and at the same time say: "I can lick you" and look for it on the spot. But until now, I have always imagined that this kind of thing belongs only to children, a sign and symbol of childhood. But here are these big fools, persevering, and proud of them until they reach adulthood. However, these great fraternity people are full of attraction, attractive and lovely. It can be said that the entire nursery does not seem to have enough brains to bait. But after a while, you don’t seem to mind, because you soon discovered that in such a society you don’t need the brain, and it does damage it, hinder it, destroy its symmetry, and perhaps make its existence impossible.
Almost every face has obvious masculinity. And a certain degree of sublime and sweetness refutes your understatement and calms it down. They called him Sir Galahad, and the king’s face also had the most noble kindness and purity. The majesty and greatness of the huge frame and lofty embrace of Sir Lancelot of the lake.
There has been an incident that has caused widespread concern to Sir Lancelot. Under the sign of some kind of ceremony host, six or eight prisoners stood up and knelt forward on the ground, raised their hands and walked to the ladies' gallery, interceding with the queen. In that colorful female flower bed, the most conspicuous lady tilted her head in an agreeable manner, and then the prisoner’s spokesperson handed herself and his companions into her hands to avoid pardon, ransom, imprisonment or Death, because she might happily vote; as he said, this was done under the command of Sir Kay of Senechal. They were captives, and he defeated him in the fierce conflict on the battlefield with his own power. they.
Surprises and surprises flashed across the room. The queen played down the queen's satisfaction in the name of Sir Kay, and she looked disappointed. The whole page whispered in my ear, showing extravagant mockery,
"Mr. Kay, forgive me! Oh, call my pet's name, dearest, call me a Marine! The immoral human labor invention will compete for this majestic lie guy in two thousand years!"
The harsh questioning of Mr. Kay caught every eye tightly. But he was the same as then. He stood up, played his hand like a big hand, and did everything possible. He said that he will state the situation entirely based on facts. He can tell a simple and clear story without the need for him to comment. "Then," he said, "if you find the honor and the honor you deserve, you will dedicate it to the strongest man in his hand. He has almost no shield or sword in the Christian campaign, even sitting upright. There!" He pointed to Sir Lancelot. Ah, he brought it. This is a rattling stroke. Then, he continued to tell how Sir Lancelot sought adventure, in a short time, killing seven giants with a sword, and releasing 142 captive girls. Then he went further, still seeking adventure, and found that Mr. Takai had fought desperately with 9 foreign knights, took the battle completely in his own hands, and conquered 9 foreign knights; that night, Sir Lancelot He stood up quietly, put on Sir Kay’s armor, took Sir Kay’s horse and door to a distant land, defeated sixteen knights in a fierce battle, and defeated in another battle. Thirty-four knights. All of these and the first nine people he made, told the oath that they would be taken to Arthur's court and taken by the captives of Sir Senesalkay to the hands of Queen Gneville. This is his knighthood. The darling; there are six dozens here now, and the rest as long as they are healed by desperate wounds. He took the battle completely in his own hands and conquered nine people. That night, Sir Lancelot stood up quietly, dressed him in Sir Kay’s armor, took Sir Kay’s horses and guards to a distant land, and defeated sixteen in a fierce battle. Knight, defeated 34 knights in another battle. All of these and the first nine people he made, told the oath that they would be taken to Arthur's court and taken by the captives of Sir Senesalkay to the hands of Queen Gneville. This is his knighthood. The darling; there are six dozens here now, and the rest as long as they are healed by desperate wounds. He took the battle completely in his own hands and conquered nine people. That night, Sir Lancelot stood up quietly, put on Sir Kay’s armor, took Sir Kay’s horse and door to a distant land, and defeated sixteen knights in a fierce battle. , Defeated thirty-four knights in another battle. All of these and the first nine people he made, told the oath that they would be taken to Arthur's court and be taken to Gneville by the captives of Sir Senechar Kee. This was his knightly merit. darling. Now there are six dozens here, and the rest as long as they are healed by desperate wounds. His horse rode him into distant lands, defeating sixteen knights in a fierce battle and 34 knights in another battle. All of these and the first nine people he made, told the oath that they would be taken to Arthur's court and be taken to Gneville by the captives of Sir Senechar Kee. This was his knightly merit. darling. Now there are six dozens here, and the rest as long as they are healed by desperate wounds. His horse rode him into distant lands, defeating sixteen knights in a fierce battle and 34 knights in another battle. All of these and the first nine people he made, told the oath that they would be taken to Arthur's court and taken by the captives of Sir Senesalkay to the hands of Queen Gneville. This is his knighthood. The darling; there are six dozens here now, and the rest as long as they are healed by desperate wounds.
Well, it was shocking to see the queen blushing, smiling, embarrassed and happy, and sneaking a glance at Sir Lancelot, which caused him to be shot in Arkansas.
Everyone praised Sir Lancelot for his bravery and magnanimity; for me, I was very surprised that a man, entirely on his own, should be able to shoot down and capture such a group of well-trained fighters. I said a lot to Clarence. But this ridiculous feather head only said:
"Sir Kay has time to put some sour wine on him, the results you see doubled."
I looked at the sad boy. When I watched, I saw his face deeply depressed. I followed his sight and saw a very old man with a white beard, wearing a flowing black dress, standing up, standing on his lap, unsteady on his feet, and shook his old head vigorously, using his water Barking eyes. The expressions of suffering around the page can be observed in all the faces around-the expressions of those stupid creatures who know they must endure and will not complain.
"Marry us, let's do it again." The boy sighed. "He has told the same tired story a thousand times in the same words, and every time he is full and feels exaggerated work, he will talk about dieting until I diet. Will God die? Otherwise I will see this one day!"
"who is that?"
"Merlin, a powerful liar and magician, disgusts himself because he is tired of one of his own stories! But people are afraid of him because he has storms, lightning, and all the demons who call him in hell. Years ago, he dug up his internal organs to tell this story and strangled it. He always tells this story in the third person, making him believe that he is too modest to glorify himself-misfortune shines on him, misfortune is his Relief! My friend, the goddess summons me to make a song."
The boy leaned on my shoulder, pretending to sleep. The old man began his story. Now the lad is asleep in reality; so are the files of dogs, courts, dwarves, and armed men. A hoarse voice sounded; soft beating sounds from all directions, supporting it like the strong and soft accompaniment of wind instruments. Some heads were bent over and some heads opened, making unconscious music. The flies were buzzing, and they were not disturbed. The mice swarmed out from a hundred holes gently, looking for food everywhere, making themselves homes everywhere. One of them sat up on the king's head like a squirrel, holding a little cheese in his hand, and then chewing it bit by bit, and with childish and rude carelessness, he transported the crumbs from the king's face. It was a peaceful scene,
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