Bedivere
I cannot count the days.
Lucan
This quarrel fills all Christendom. Men say the noise of it goes over the seas even to Rome. Were it not for Gawaine, the King, I think, would make his peace, and Launcelot deliver up his Queen to him.
Bedivere
Not while the King is fixed to bring the Queen to judgment. To that Launcelot will never yield. So stands our wrestle in a deadlock; meanwhile this dear realm splits in two.
Lucan
And Mordred!
Bedivere
The wedge that drives into the crack.