Accolon:A bit disconcerted, actually. Last night King Arthur, your husband and I were out hunting too late and found a boat that was home to twelve maidens. We spent the night in the cabins, yet this morning I find myself alone beside a well.
Accolon:Indeed. Would I be amiss to suspect this has something to do with punishing your brother?
Morgan:Not just a pretty face are you, dear?
Accolon:I swore to do whatever you ask. I only pray that it won't dishonor me.
Morgan:What, more dishonorable than sleeping with your liege-lord's wife?