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How Not to Throw a Coronation W39
to seal this coronation and get his mother and Agatha inside.
“Yes—uh—of course,” the chaplain stammered, his eyes
darting to Guinevere and the knight as he fumbled a faded
parchment card from his robes. “Uh, hear ye, hear ye. As all
prior kings, King Arthur Pendragon conceived this test to
prove his successor be worthy of—”
Tedros ripped the card from his hands and read it out loud,
his voice booming through the magic star:
“To seal his coronation, the future King of Camelot must pull
Excalibur from an ordinary stone, as I once did.”
“Wow. That’s easy,” he blurted, voice echoing.
He hadn’t meant for the crowd to hear that.
“CAN SOMEONE FIND ME A STONE?” Tedros
puffed, glancing uselessly around the stage.
Lancelot shifted in his chair, which made the stage creak so
loudly the audience’s eyes went to him.
“Preferably one that isn’t made out of wood,” the knight
said.
A ruckus echoed behind him and everyone turned to see
the red-haired altar boy careen through the fallen scrim onto
the stage, having tripped on Guinevere’s shoe. “Sorry! That’s
my cue!” he squawked, dragging an iron anvil behind him.
“Behold! The stone from which King Arthur once pulled
Excali—”
The heavy anvil splintered the wooden platform. The
edge of the stage imploded and the anvil plummeted straight
through the hole like a cannonball, down to a cliff, where it
bounced off the rock and fell into the ocean.