Perhaps it was human nature to cling to simple stories. Stories of right triumphing over wrong, of wizards who were powerful and good, of kings who always saved their people. Stories that made sense, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Guinevere could not say whether the stories helped—inspiring and comforting the listeners—or hurt, leaving out the messy truths in favor of shining falsehoods. But they would continue to be told, she had no doubt.
