[It clicked. It fell into place like a great tree crushing him with his weight.
Someone he was afraid to call Diarmuid to protect.
He stood there in stunned, correctly fearful silence as memories flooded back into his mind that he was never permitted to forget. Their lances brandished side by side against their enemies. The one turned against him when he stole the King's lover.
The smiles given after his return home to wed Grainne that held a deserved and hidden anger behind them.
The one Diarmuid betrayed.]
... Her Servant is... [Fionn mac Cumhaill.
Fionn mac Cumhaill was the Lancer of the Fifth Holy Grail War.]
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[It clicked. It fell into place like a great tree crushing him with his weight.
Someone he was afraid to call Diarmuid to protect.
He stood there in stunned, correctly fearful silence as memories flooded back into his mind that he was never permitted to forget. Their lances brandished side by side against their enemies. The one turned against him when he stole the King's lover.
The smiles given after his return home to wed Grainne that held a deserved and hidden anger behind them.
The one Diarmuid betrayed.]
... Her Servant is... [Fionn mac Cumhaill.
Fionn mac Cumhaill was the Lancer of the Fifth Holy Grail War.]