Book Eight: Chapter 140

“This castle belongs to the Caretaker,” said Galahad. “So it would be safe to assume that the thrones are his.”

That was an awful lot of words which didn’t technically answer my question, she thought to herself. She looked again at the thrones, then back to Galahad. “So what’s your story?” she asked. “Did you finally find the grail and drink from it?”

“I told you before that I am not the Sir Galahad of Arthurian legend,” the man grumbled.

“Actually, if I remember correctly, you implied that you weren’t in a way that could mean many things.” Sofia crossed her arms. “Galahad the Pure, son of Lancelot and the Lady Elaine, if I remember correctly.”

Galahad’s complexion darkened, but she couldn’t tell if it was anger or embarrassment. “You should leave this place,” he declared after several moments. “There is nothing for you to learn here.”

“This room? Or this castle?” Sofia shook her head. “Or do you mean Avalon? You see, we came here chasing a story