"He knew enough that I believe it," Susan says. A strand of her hair came loose when she let her braid down; she tucks it behind her ear. "It's a queer feeling, to be sure. You, and others, are from stories I grew up hearing. To learn that I might have the same dubious honor..." She lifts an eyebrow at Lancelot. "I see now that it's even more strange to reconcile than I had imagined."