"How…how long—" Lillian started, her voice airy. "Do you know the legend of King Arthur?" I asked. Behind me, Marius scoffed. "You knew him?" Lillian squawked. "I'm not that old," I answered, teasing. "He didn't exist," Marius parried. "Not the way the stories tell it. He was based off many men, kings and warriors alike." We reached the water, a small pond, and I let Guinevere help herself to a drink. "I am less than a millenia old but more than half," I said, shrugging. "I knew the poet who wrote Arthur's name in The Book of Aneirin, though he swore he heard the legend from a fae."
