Across the water of Avalon to his rest.
(A chant is faintly heard in the distance during this last speech.)
Guenevere
I am the cost. They are fallen, those famous ones
Who made this kingdom glorious, they are fallen
About their King; they have yielded up their strength
And beauty and valour.
(The convent bell begins to toll.)
The grieving bell begins,
As if it were the mouth and voice of Death