His king, with tired eyes and a smile on his face looked to the sky as he lay against the tree trunk. “Ah, I have always liked the sky, although I have always preferred the beautiful night sky if compared to the harsh light of day. Ironically, I represent that light,” He had said with a soft chuckle as he sighed tiredly.

 

            He found it almost painful to even want to reply to that. If he could, he would fulfil his king’s wish and bring the night, were he able. Alas, he has no such benign power and was not born of such divinity. Was his only shining point his loyalty? If that was it, then he supposed he ought to ensure that it be immortalized in his king’s eyes. He steeled himself when his king spoke again. “Bedivere, there is a lake not far from here. Do me one last favour, take my sword and ride there. Once there, throw it into the lake and return here to tell me what happened,” He said.

 

             Bedivere had stood before the lake, staring into the clear water that stretched deep into a dark abyss. Then he looked up into the sky. He could see all of his king’s dreams and wishes for it was also their wish, reflected in the heavens. That is why they followed him to the ends of the earth, to accomplish it, for the sake of that which they love. However, it was by a sick twist of fate that caused them to break and fall, shattering like glass, ending the dream. He raised the sword and placed it before him. If the sky held his king’s dream, the sword was the object necessary to pave the way. He had failed to fulfil his king’s wish twice because he believed that so long as his king held the blade, the dream would continue. Alas, his king no longer shared the same dream he did. It was painful to know when one was no longer allowed to have the same dream or to continue it. Akin to being awoken with a splash of cold water, the dream ends just like that, and there is no conclusion.

 

              Riding back the for the third and final time, he then told his king what had happened, that a hand had reached out and taken the sword, disappearing beneath the waters once more, the blade in tow. He had been shocked when his king smiled gratefully at that. It was warming to know that his king was at peace but painful at the same time, knowing the end was near. Then his king spoke again, “I had a most wondrous dream earlier and I wonder, Bedivere, if it’s true, for they say that if you wish for it with your whole heart, you can dream the same dream more than once. Is this possible?” He asked weakly with a most dreamlike gaze.

 

              Bedivere felt his hands tremble by his side as he looked bravely at his king, tears welling up in his eyes. “Of course my king, I too have experienced it,” He replied, his voice strained. King Arthur smiled for he was pleased with this answer, albeit knowing that it was half a lie. If anything, they both knew that it was nearly impossible, yet they hoped for it anyways, that they could continue dreaming the same dream. “Ah, thank you Bedivere, you are a most wondrous knight indeed. I wish to take a short nap and see if that is possible. Forgive me for I believe that this one may be a bit longer than the last,” His king smiled, his eyes slowly closing as he fell into deep sleep.

 

              Feeling his body shake uncontrollably, he fell to his knees and wept openly. Ah, how his heart ached for his king. Looking up into the sky beseechingly, he asked, “Are you dreaming the same dream now my king?” As tears spilled down his cheeks, the silence filled with only the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze.