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According to the priests, sex between men was a sin because it was not in the interest of reproduction, because it wasted the man’s seed. But what about the waste of love? Was that not a sin too?
“Two knights against one,” Palomides said, “is neither fair nor square. It is at best triangular.”
Too much had happened, he needed the sorting angel of dreams to come down and sift it all into piles for him, make it into stories and tell him what it all meant and which bits he could safely forget.
The country silence was loud around him.
“He turned the tide single-handedly.” Scipio waited for the laugh, but either people didn’t get the joke or just didn’t feel like laughing.
once formed a man cannot be re-formed—no, not even by a sword in a stone. The world tells him he’s a king, but he feels he is a fraud, and he’s terrified the world will find out.”
Scipio trotted down the far side of the mound but—the fuck?!—he missed his footing and fell the last ten feet with a high-pitched yelp. He scrambled to his feet, slapping wet grass off his backside.
“For all the days you’ve stood on your wall, you still don’t understand what it means. The wall is death. An empire that builds its walls in stone has stopped growing. And an empire that is not growing is dying.”
Oddly the moon looked no nearer from here than it had from the ground. A mystery.
“Our love was not simple, but it was real. That’s what no one understands. Our story was not a romance, it was a marriage.”
“The Romans steal everything and then take all the credit.”
Sir Dodinas le Savage,
Moonbound
Death by misadventure. Happens more often than you’d think.”
King Arthur was not much given to nostalgia.
Collum was feeling a little tired of being shown things. He’d seen plenty for now, thanks.
