" Shh. There now, the pain will ease,' Arthur said. There was no abashment in him, no fear that his intimacies should be overheard by strangers. The unease belonged to us who trespassed with our eyes and ears. [...]

'Leave the poor man alone, Arthur. For all the gods, let him die in peace. "

― Giles Kristian , Lancelot (The Arthurian Tales, #1)