Lancelet and Morgaine are each in their own way facing a similar test – dealing with a fierce dragon that doesn’t take kindly to being denied its will. In Lance’s case it’s relatively easy. His dragon is a black slimy thing that emerges from the lake dripping caustic gunge that burns the skin and melts expensive leather boots. Morgaine, on the other hand, has to face the wrath of Guinevere who isn’t overly happy that Morgaine has manipulated Lance into an obligation to marry Elaine.
Lance says he’d rather face a horde of Saxons armed only with an axe than fight a dragon again. Personally, I think I’d take an ordinary dragon any day over a spurned woman.
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