As I fly onward over forests, rivers and high peaks I become ever more weary, and wish that I’d thought to commence this journey on horseback. But I tell myself there are several advantages to flight: being able to fly true and without having to avoid any danger or obstacles along my path, and also to see more clearly where I am bound.I spy several knights along the way and recognize my nephews Gawain, Agravaine and Gareth. It seems they have just met up with Gaheris, who had been banished from court, and also with Mordred. Despite my haste, the tie that binds mother to child proves too strong to resist—and besides, I am feeling my age; I am exhausted and in need of a rest. Feeling safe in my disguise, I fly closer and perch on a branch, listening to the cheerful banter between the brothers that not even Mordred’s sarcasm can dampen.“So you have finally been knighted, Beaumains,” he sneers. “Is it because you cooked up a feast worthy of my father, the king?
