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Chapter 13-2
I realized in that moment that I was doing the same. “She opened her eyes and proclaimed her judgment for all to hear. ‘I accept your vows, Arthur, son of Uther. You have my blessing. In exchange for your loyalty, I place upon you one geis, on pain of honor, which you may never break. You must always uphold my ways while remaining respectful of other’s beliefs, for all are my children and though they may tread different paths, all return to me in the end.’ “‘This do I swear,’ Arthur replied. “‘Arise then, High King of Britain, and be armed for battle, for as even the most placid sea is subject to storm, your reign will not be without struggle.’ “The Lady then gave him the royal regalia, a white wand made from a sacred branch from Avalon and the sword of sovereignty—called Caliburn—it
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