“Well that seems a flimsy excuse to bother his uncle,” Dorinda interrupted. “The poor man just wanted a drink of water. Why did Robert trust his dog over his uncle?”
“Hounds and other nonhuman creatures, sometimes have a tad of wisdom.” Arthur commented.
“Listen to the rest of the story.”
Dorinda waited more patiently.
“Cupping his hands again, more of the precious liquid was collected in King Arthur’s hands, again Robert jiggled his uncle’s hands, signaling that they should check the water source before drinking. Again, the king ignored his nephew, callously pushing him away.
“For a third time, Hrothgar came to the rescue, jumping against the king and spilling the water.
“King Arthur lost all patience. ‘That hound dog is forever banished from my kingdom!’ he snapped at his nephew. ‘You must quit Camelot and return to your home for such insubordination.’
“Grievingly, Robert turned away signaling Hrothgar by his side, and through the woods he wound his way back to the castle, anxious in his heart, for his uncle’s safety yet discerning there was nothing he could do.”
“Well I would have made that king listen to me,” Dorinda exclaimed.
“How would you have accomplished that,” queried Arthur. “Kings are all powerful plus Robert couldn’t speak.”
“I guess you’re right,” Dorinda realized. “Go on. Tell me the rest of the story.”
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