[How had it gone, that little snippet of song, all that he can recall of one of her Songs-- oh yes My Life is but a Summer Song, a little Carol in the Sun... Lancelot seems to drift for a moment in his own memory.]

Yes, it only lasts a Summer long, however bright the Sun.

Perhaps for you, Arthur, something I heard at my Mother's knee is truer still-- that those most Worthy of Love are seldom made Happy by it.
[Lancelot's smile is a mirror of Arthur's then, the expression rendering him strangely human for a passing moment.]