"I rejected God through foreswearing chastity," Galahad says. He remembers when he told Magnus the first time, when he thought God had rejected him (it feels foolish now that he was so quick to assume it, when nothing had changed; God was silent, but God had been silent since he came here, and he was still imbued with all of His power), and how he stumbled over the words, humiliated to admit that he had lost his virginity. It almost makes him laugh now. In Camelot, they knew; it was part of the prophecy. He knew he had been laughed at, pitied, envied for something he hadn't chosen and didn't know enough not to want.

Now he's almost proud of it. Let him be known unchaste, unworthy of the virgin white he means to wear for his wedding. He never thinks of what it would be like to return to Camelot, and yet for a moment it crowds in like a vision from God: to be there with Claudius, to be seen with his betrothed, the man he chose and has been chosen by. He lifts his chin, as if Janet had expressed some doubt in him.

"I am no longer pure."