The Song of Arthur

I sang of heroes from the far past, of Bran, god-king of the Island of the Mighty, whose deeds outreached all human strength. I praised leaders of our time, Rhydderch Hael, whose sword flamed from hilt to tip, and Arthur’s own father, Uther the Pendragon, who had led war bands from west and north and the farthest reach of Logres to the east. Yet I knew one day my greatest song would be of Arthur. He was like no one else, more bear, more boar, than man, reckless yet shrewd, impulsive yet never wild. His star was the brightest in our heaven. ⁃The Song of Arthur, Robert Leeson