The Grail. The Grail was forever a fuzzy outline in Lancelot's dreams that died with him. Even then he'd been a sinful knight, and could never obtain it. It was never his to begin with, a lot like Guinevere.
There was the tiniest of sparkles that hit his eyes. He'd fallen too far down that hole to be jumping on tables and puff out his chest out the door. It was a little late for exaggerations. Much like the people that had left him behind, that was an old dream.
"If you saw it, why didn't I?" He looked over Merlin. Yes he was questioning the old sorcerer's presence. "Did Arthur tell you to say that as well?"