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with the heavy footprints of the two knights, descending into darkness.And from the darkness came light.“I… I guess we're on the other side of the island” Dr. Grasskin said. “We didn'thave mu time to investigate it.”“We're in the peninsula on the other side, I'd say”, Dr. Grovepath said. “ecave goes downhill.”“Right.”“And what's that thing there?”“Looks like daylight. ere could be sinkholes there; I guess the cave ceilinghad collapsed.”e scientists came to a grand cave. e Knights were waiting for them in thevery centre.e cave was about a quarter of a kilometer in radius. Inside, there was a hillof grass on it, and on the grassy hill were circles of stone tombs. In the sacredgrove, overgrown with grass and vines, dozens of ornate sarcophagi could be seen,arranged in orderly circles. Many had been le open millennia ago, now partiallycrumbled and destroyed by the beat of the weather, the rains and snow that hadfallen through the great opening in the ceiling of the cave. Outside, the night hadfinally fallen, and the Moon shone through the hole, lighting the scene with itspale glow.“So this is where the knights are buried”, Dr. Grasskin said.Dr. Grovepath pointed his flashlight toward one of the tombstones. e writingwas fairly easy to read, even when the monument was mostly overgrown.“Sir Notay Peareyn of Disdale.” He wasn't really familiar with this Knight of theRound, and toyed with this somewhat obscure knight's name and birthplace onhis tongue. “…oh, that can't be right.”“Let's see what the knights have found”, Daleworth said.As they came closer to the centre, they could see many of the sarcophagi inthe central part of the cave were uncovered and empty, whi made sense. eKnights carried the coffins from within with them. In the centre were the closestof the Knights, in the highest point was the supposed burial place of Arthur.To be exact: Arthur, Lancelot… and Guineviere.Two sarcophagi would be empty. One… might not be.“Guineviere.” Arthur had broken down with tearless tears; overpowering sadness,not at all dampened by la of meanical reaction. He was crying, thoughhis armour could not.e ornate statue of the queen was ravaged with weather, but the queen'sbeautiful features were still easy to see; su a finely iseled, refined face, thenoble posture of a royal upbringing, the stunning beauty of her figure. And beneathher statue lay a sarcophagus.“Guineviere.” Lancelot was likewise in tears.