There was a king for its people, but not a king for one's self. A perfect king, however far too perfect. A knight of the king was told to retrieve the sword and throw it to the lady of the lake. The knight, being loyal to the king, knew of what fate would befall the king if they were to do such a thing, and lied to the king. Each time, the knight returned, lying that the sword was returned, the king told the knight to return to the sword, in a soft voice. Until, the knight reluctantly threw it. For the first time, the king had a smile- saying that the knight had obeyed orders and done well, before fading out of consciousness. "Bedivere, this time, my slumber might be... a bit long. "