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He does catch it, and as he considers how to answer Mangus' question he opens it and takes a sip. "Much better," he says, raising the bottle in something like a toast. Mead is familiar, and something he likes.

After another long moment Lancelot says, "I know only what Sagramore and Galahad have told me." Susan, he thinks, might know even more but she hasn't mentioned that in a long time, which suits Lancelot just fine. "You have seen, you say, what happened at Corbenic. I'm told that, some time later -- I know not when, but before Galahad came to court -- Elaine came to Camelot and... it happened once more. I'm told it drove me from my own mind. That I ran mad and was lost from court for quite a long while. That after that I was never the same. Sagramore tells me I was always angry, which many saw as arrogance, and that I kept myself apart from nearly everyone."

He takes another sip of mead. "I know what it felt like the first time, before I came here. I know what it feels like now. I cannot imagine living in that for... years. Decades. I do not doubt that I'm worse for it."

Without thinking, he adds, "Here, Galahad asked if I resent him, if I see his mother in his face. I do not. He has done me no wrong and I recall little enough of Elaine herself. In his time, though, I think it's much different. I acknowledged him as my son but gave him nothing else. I imagine it was too painful. I don't know. I cannot change it, but-- I would."