A brief smile touching his lips, one last glance back at Lexi and Arthur, Nathan then nodded his head towards the back door. "Let's take a walk," he said quietly. "I want to show you something."
Keiran's reluctance to leave Lexi was obvious - even now, even with how things had changed, that was his first thought, his only thought. It was both a tribute to his loyalty and worrisome. Last time, Galehaut's blindness had been the start of so many terrible things. For good or for ill, the man seemed incapable of seeing anything but Lancelot when he got close, like a bird blinded by the sun so that it could not avoid the mountain.
"We will be only next door," Nathan assured him, pushing open the door that connected his shop with Lexi's. "I promise, you won't be away from her for long."
They went through the main room and then back, through another door, to a long, low room with windows set high in the ceiling. Flicking on a light, Nathan then stood back, arms folded, watching Keiran intently.
In the center of the room was the Table. Around the corners were chairs in various states of creation. Three were finished, the rest scattered about, some little more than legs or a back, some near to completion.
"You are Galehaut of Sorelois, the lord of the Distant Isles," Nathan said lowly, grey eyes gleaming in the dim light. "The history books do not tell your story, I'm afraid, not most of them. But you were - you are - a great man. A noble king, a worthy adversary, and," a pause, Nathan studying his face, "lover of Sir Lancelot du Lac."