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The Legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table

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The Legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table

Introduction

In the deep shadows of the Middle Ages, when Europe was cloaked in myth and mystery, one tale rose above all others—a tale of magic, honor, betrayal, and kingship.

This is the legendary story of King Arthur, the once and future king, and his noble Knights of the Round Table. It is a story of a boy who pulled a sword from stone, of a kingdom built on justice, and a king whose name would echo through time.

The Sword in the Stone

After the death of King Uther Pendragon, Britain fell into chaos with no clear heir. Unknown to most, the wizard Merlin had hidden the king’s true son, Arthur, raising him in secret.

One day, a mysterious stone appeared in the churchyard of London, holding a sword deep within it. Upon the blade was written:

> “Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king born of all England.”

Many strong and noble men tried—and failed—to draw the sword. But young Arthur, unaware of his royal blood, pulled it free with ease. The onlookers were stunned, and Merlin revealed Arthur's true lineage.

Arthur is Crowned King

Arthur was crowned King of Britain and established his court at Camelot, where he created the Round Table, a symbol of unity and equality. At this table sat the bravest and most honorable knights of the realm.

Among them were legendary names: Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Galahad, and others—each a hero with quests of their own, bound by loyalty and virtue.

The Sword Excalibur

Arthur’s original sword was later lost or broken, but he was granted a new one by the mystical Lady of the Lake. The sword was called Excalibur, a blade of power and magic, said to never break and to protect its bearer in battle.

Excalibur became a symbol of Arthur's divine right to rule and his strength as a leader.

Betrayal and the Fall of Camelot

But even the greatest of kingdoms fall from within. Sir Lancelot, Arthur’s most trusted knight, fell in love with Queen Guinevere. Their secret affair caused division, civil war, and heartbreak.

The final blow came when Arthur’s illegitimate son, Mordred, rose against him. In the Battle of Camlann, Arthur defeated Mordred but was mortally wounded.


Arthur’s Departure



Dying, Arthur ordered Excalibur to be thrown into the lake. As the sword sank, a hand rose from the water, caught it, and vanished below the surface.


Arthur was taken to the mystical Isle of Avalon, where, legend says, he did not die—but sleeps in wait, destined to return when Britain needs him most.


Thus ends the tale of King Arthur… or perhaps, it merely rests.


— [Insert image of Avalon or a boat carrying Arthur into the mist] —

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