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“Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair palfrey. And when she espied that Sir Lanceor was slain, then she made sorrow out of measure, and said, O Balin ! two bodies hast thou slain and one heart, and two hearts in one body, and two souls thou hast lost.”

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The Arthurian tales

This compilation includes tales of chivalry, romance, and epic battles, featuring characters such as Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, and Merlin. The Arthurian tales have been a source of inspiration for literature, film, and other forms of media across centuries. more

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Thomas Malory
Thomas Malory

Thomas Malory (1405 - March 14, 1471) was an English writer, best known as the compiler of the Arthurian legends. His work, 'Le Morte d'Arthur', has had a profound impact on literature and art throughout history. more

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