Passage and Piece - an SRL Phrase Game

[Tegid]

"So, talking to a bard is not like talking to an ordinary clansman," I said. "It is more like talking to yourself -- is that what you mean?"
Tegid smiled, and it was good to see him smile. "The things you say, brother."
"Well, is it?"
"For a king, talking to his bard is like talking to the source of his kingship. It is like taking counsel from his soul, and from the soul of his people. The bond between a king and his bard is not like any other."

-- ( The Paradise War )

[DanTheMan]

Llew said, "Mo anam, Nettles! What are you doing here? You should not have come." He spoke to the small man, who merely gazed blankly at him, his smile thin and uncertain. Then Llew, remembering his former tongue, said something to the man, who replied. They talked together for a moment.

-- ( Silver Hand )

[Tegid]

I had never see him fight, but the criss-crossed scars on his arms argued for his valour in combat. As a monk, however ... well, let it be said that no other Latin speaker I knew could hurl a spear half so far as Dugal mac Caran. Of all the brothers, he was my best friend.
"Mo anam!" he exclaimed, stumping up to tower over me. "That is a fair climb on a cold day. I had forgotten it was so high." He looked around, a smile spreading slowly over his face. "Ah, but it is a fine sight to be seeing."
"Welcome, Dugal. Sit and rest yourself."
He dropped down beside me with his back to the rock, and we gazed out across the valley together. Neither of us spoke for a time, content to just soak up the small warmth the sun offered.

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

"You agree, Myrddin? It is the wisest course? It is a good plan, yes?"
"Oh, a very good plan, Arthur. But even the best plans can fail."
"Do you think it will fail?" asked Bedwyr.
"Itmatters little what I think," replied Merlin diffidently.

[Tegid]

"Death? No. We can be killed -- disease, accident -- the burning killed entire cities. Or we may simply cease to be. Those who have grown great in wisdom may decide it is time to take up their vi and join Dal Elna. It is a choice everyone must eventually make."
"Then what happens?"
"I do not know. I have not undergone the change. But a wise one may call his friends around him to celebrate his decision and he then imparts all he has learned in his life to those he loves. In a little while no one will see him anymore. He becomes one with the dust and goes to be with Dal Elna, the All-Being."

-- ( Dream Thief )

[dgan]

"Stand easy, friends," I called, "if peace is your desire, your welcome is assured. But if it is a fight you want, you will receive a warmer welcome elsewhere..." - Endless Knot

[Tegid]

"But your pen has touched the blessed book," Gwilyn said. "Your hands have laboured over it. I wish I could say as much."
Brynach nodded as if this were his life's highest ambition. All three glanced at one another; a sign must have passed between them, for the monk leaned near, as if to confide a secret. "May I tell you something?" he asked.
"Of course, Brother Brynach," I said.
"Those I choose to be my friends call me Bryn," he said, and motioned me nearer.
I put my head close to his, but before he could speak further, Brother Diarmot appeared. "I trust our brother has extended to you the abbey's welcome," he said stiffly. "I would not like to think he has been remiss in his duty to you, our long-awaited visitors."

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

When he lowered his hand, Merlin's forehead glimmered softly in the candlelight with the sign of the cross.
Then, taking up the cross, he held it above Merlin's head and said, "Great of Might, Protector, Defender of all who call upon your name, shelter your servant beneath your strong hand."

-- ( Arthur )

[Tegid]

They spoke together, whereupon Dugal returned to where I sat and said, "We cannot put in at Ty Gwyn. The coast is too treacherous and sea too rough to stop there now."
"Where, then?" I moaned, not really caring any more where we went.
"We are making for Inbhir Hevren," he told me. "It is a very great estuary with many bays and coves, and not so many rocks. Brynach says we can find shelter there."

-- ( Byzantium )

[dgan]

"Hear me, Llew Llaw Eraint!" he said, spitting the words. "You are Aird Righ of Albion, and thus you are set about by many geasa."

"Taboos? Save your breath," I growled. "I do not care!" - (Endless Knot)

[DanTheMan]

"They doubt because they do not know you," I said, although no reply was expected.
"Have I lived this long in the service of the Truth only to be reviled? They believe me a traitor, Pelleas."
"They are confused. They do not know"
"Then they do not think!" he growled.

-- ( Arthur )

[Tegid]

Again, my senses pricked to the suggestion of an alternate purpose for the journey -- a purpose which many seemed to know. "You seem well apprised of these matters," I suggested. "Am I right in thinking that you are among those chosen for the traveling party?"
"We are, yes," Brynach affirmed.
"But you are not scribes," I blurted in surprise. "Forgive me, that did not sound as I meant it. I mean no disrespect."
"Be at ease, brother," tutted Gwilym. "Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend."
"The truth is," Brynach confided, "we are not scribes. And yet, the Great King, in his infinite wisdom, has seen fit to include us in your exalted company. I hope you will accept us also."

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

"You serve him well, Pelleas. More than a servant, you are his truest friend. He is fortunate, any man would be blessed to have such a companion. I am glad he has chosen you to go with him." She seated herself beside me and poured drink into the cups.
"My lady, l chose him," I reminded her.

-- ( Arthur )

[Tegid]

Spence lifted the wooden latch, pushed open the gate, and stepped out to face the world once more. He felt rested and calm, as if he had been given some deep assurance that his restless groping in the darkness was not in vain. He sensed within him the tiny pricking sensation that quickened the heart and keened the senses, that told of a new awareness of purpose. The night spent in the seminary had been a healing interlude, a blessed convalescence that he badly needed.

-- ( Dream Thief )

[DanTheMan]

"Cymbrogi," he calls us: companions of the heart, fellowcountrymen.

-- ( Arthur )