[See Return of the Grail Bearer 1, in which Sir Percival embarks on a quest down the River of Story.]
Percival twisted back to ask the author where they were -- conversation was difficult in a tandem kayak. She was squinting up at the constellations with such concentration, he did not interrupt her.
"Perfect," she said at last. She leaned to one side so he wouldn't have to twist so far around to see her. The boat drifted silently on a current powerful and slow. "We're exactly where I hoped we'd turn up."
"So, which otherworld is this?" He sniffed the air. "It doesn't smell floral like Faerie. It's definitely not Heaven. The sun never sets in your Summerlands, so it's got to be something else."
"Reports on the Summerlands vary, but you're right, this is somewhere else. We're on the Anduin, the Mississippi of Middle Earth. And see that bright star on the eastern horizon?"
"How do you know which way is east?"
"I've known the map to this place since I was eleven. So, the brightest one in the sky? That's Earendil, the most beloved star. You can bottle that light, and it's proof against pretty much any kind of badness. It's a light that never goes out, even in the darkest places. Most to the point, for a Fisher King fighting cancer, it makes unwholesome things wither and back the hell off. Fill the Grail with it, and we're good to go."
"Language," said the Knight of Purity.
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Percival twisted back to ask the author where they were -- conversation was difficult in a tandem kayak. She was squinting up at the constellations with such concentration, he did not interrupt her.
"Perfect," she said at last. She leaned to one side so he wouldn't have to twist so far around to see her. The boat drifted silently on a current powerful and slow. "We're exactly where I hoped we'd turn up."
"So, which otherworld is this?" He sniffed the air. "It doesn't smell floral like Faerie. It's definitely not Heaven. The sun never sets in your Summerlands, so it's got to be something else."
"Reports on the Summerlands vary, but you're right, this is somewhere else. We're on the Anduin, the Mississippi of Middle Earth. And see that bright star on the eastern horizon?"
"How do you know which way is east?"
"I've known the map to this place since I was eleven. So, the brightest one in the sky? That's Earendil, the most beloved star. You can bottle that light, and it's proof against pretty much any kind of badness. It's a light that never goes out, even in the darkest places. Most to the point, for a Fisher King fighting cancer, it makes unwholesome things wither and back the hell off. Fill the Grail with it, and we're good to go."
"Language," said the Knight of Purity.
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