Most people were content to be dazzled by it, but Bedivere looked deep into the flames, and he saw things there that other people didn’t. Some of those things troubled him. Arthur didn’t quite make sense. He didn’t add up. How could a man who was born with so little power wield power so effectively? How could a man who grew up unloved command the love of so many? How could the boy from nowhere and the High King of Britain be one and the same person?
