After the wars that forged the Round Table, a new shadow rises. Arthur and the greater knights ride north. Julian, Austin, and Papa hold the approaches while Morgan’s thorns creep toward the gate.
There are a few warm secrets in the grass and on the banners. Nothing mean. Nothing biographical.
Julian plants the lion-cloak in the rubble. Tomorrow, they try again.
Julian wipes the blade. Papa nocks another arrow. Austin hefts the hammer.
The shade of Mordred breaks on the gatehouse. Julian the Lionhearted stands in scarlet and gold. Austin lowers the hammer. Papa slings the yew and laughs once. Camelot’s stones still remember their names.