“Arthur was simply there in their midst, the sword in his hand.”

“In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand. ”

“He holds the sword!' shouted Merlin. 'And that has not changed. Whoever would be king must first take the sword from Arthur's hand. For I tell you truly, none among you will be king without it!”

“And then, just as I begin to raise my sword to cleave a path to Arthur's side, there comes a sound like a tempest wind - the blast of a mighty sea gale. Men fall back, suddenly afraid. They cover their heads with their arms and peer into the darkness above. What is it? Is the roof falling? The sky?The strange sound subsides and they glance at one another in fear and awe. Merlin is there. The Emrys is standing calmly beside Arthur. His hands are empty and upraised, his face stern in the unnatural silence he has created . . .”

“Once you take sword in your hand, you will lose your right to talk about the peace! Man of peace and love never takes the sword in his hand!”

“If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight. If you're good.”