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 DiSjOiNtEd ReMeMbRaNcE ******          Lancealot sat silently in his seat at the Round Table awaiting the king's arrival. Out of all the knights, he was the only one who new exactly what this gathering was for.          Arthur's son, Mordred, was to join the Round Table.          And he didn't like it one bit.          Lancealot couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about Mordred that just struck him wrong. He was nothing like his father. Where Arthur was caring and compassionate, Mordred was cold and distant, not to mention the fact that the boy's mother was Morgause.          The sound of the doors opening snap