"All is well, diolch byth." Bran takes the Norton and begins flipping the pages idly. "A lovely gift, this." He glances fondly over the selections for Wordsworth, Shelley and Byron before his breath catches. The heading on the page where he stops is "TENNYSON: The Passing of Arthur."

Softly and clearly, Bran reads,

"But now farewell. I am going a long way
With these thou seëst--if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)--
To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."

Bran blinks rapidly, eyelashes glistening.