Sir Lancelot. “He saw the black water and the declining sun and the swan dipping down, its white wings flashing, and slowing and slowing till silver ripples carried it home. It was a scene which seemed the heart of this land. The lowing sun and the one star waking, white wings on a black water, and the smell of rain, and the long lane fading where a voice comes in the falling night. ~Jamie ONeill~ I call this guy Sir Lancelot as to the courageous way the handled interlopers, being his own white steed in the honking pageantry of water battle. Certainly his significant other, a pure snow white maiden was his Lady Merriam in the chivalry and honor of this lakeside couple.
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