What tidings brought Sir Bedivere? Tell all.

Lynned

The rebel power is broken, and he that raised it

Dead. Woe on us that the King died with him!

Upon a field all mounded with the slain,

The bloodiest harvest Time did ever reap,

He and the traitor Mordred met their last

And smote each other, even to the death.

From a seashore that seemed the end of earth

(So tells Sir Bedivere, like a ghost himself)