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Mother!
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Artorius!
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Mother!
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Mother!
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i ran to the burial mound
of my father to free her.
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To kill you.
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Father, please let loose your sword.
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I feel the heat of that fire
on my face even now.
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I did not wish her dead.
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She was of our blood, as are you.
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If you were so determined to leave us
to slaughter, why did you save so many?
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My men are strong,
but they have need of a true leader.
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They believe you can do anything.
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To defeat the Saxon
we need a master of war.
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Why do you think
I spared you in the forest?
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That sword you carry is made of iron
from this earth, forged in the fires of Britain.
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It was love of your mother
that freed the sword, not hatred of me.
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Love, Arthur.