Tales of the Noble Knights Tales of the Noble Knights is a fictional piece of literature first mentioned in the flavor text of " Noble Knight Artorigus " . Its contents were further revealed in articles on the Yu - Gi - Oh ! TCG Strategy Site to promote the then upcoming " TCG " product , " Noble Knights of the Round Table Box Set " . Noble Knight Artorigus . < poem > " No one shall ever know the truth behind " That fateful day . Artorigus went forth " To where the brilliant sword didst lay . " ‘ Twas the first of many feats so great , " A legend through and through . We sing of him , " Artorigus , the Noble and the brave . " - From the Tales of the Noble Knights < / poem > The Trial of Gwenhwyfar . " Much is known about the end result of Artorigus ’ final battle at Avalon , a miracle , though not without cost . But few are aware of the important role the good queen , Gwenhyfar played on that day . Sit a spell , and listen well , and know the truth behind the myth . . . " < poem > As she stood beside the Backwards Man , Two tears raced down her cheek . Artorigus lay ‘ pon the bed , Eyes closed , and breathing weak . “ It ’ s a miracle at all he lives , ” Mused Merlin , at wit ’ s end . “ His body fights the poison hard , But time is not his friend . ” The old man doffed his beaten hat , Sweat beading at his brow . And Gwenhwyfar ’ s mouth twisted sad , She spoke but one word : “ How ? ” “ We won him time in coming here , But he may be too far gone . The only thing ‘ twixt him and death ’ s , This place , this Avalon . “ What evil spilled out from Medraut , Infected and betrayed . His blood became a poison , And it smeared the traitor ’ s blade . “ And now it courses our King ’ s veins , And I ’ ve no cure in mind . The magic of this place is all , ‘ Keeps death one step behind . ” The words stung deep in Gwenhwyfar , “ The Traitor , ” now his name . The man whom she felt in her heart , Was not in whole to blame . For while Laundsallyn ’ d lifted sword , And had struck down his King , His heart was always true to him , Except in but one thing . Would he perchance been strong enough ? Could he have fought the blood ? If his heart had simply remained pure , Not clouded , as with mud . She fought a tightening in her throat , A guilt she ’ d not confide . The Traitor stood here in the room ; It burned her cold inside . But Gwen ’ s heart hardened then and there , She clenched her tiny hand , She turned to Merlin , straightened tall , And made her soft demand . “ My King yet breathes , oh wizard , I know something keeps him here . I won ’ t accept death ’ s sentence now ; You ’ ll help me interfere . ” Merlin sighed , and nodded , Once again he doffed his hat . He dabbed his brow , “ I ’ d hoped , M ’ dear , that you ’ d not ask me that . “ It ’ s true for him there may be hope , Fate ’ s plans may yet be swerved , But the cost and risk are high in this . Some trials aren ’ t deserved . ” Gwen nodded firmly , set her jaw , And boldly raised her chin . “ I ’ ll do whatever I can do , Whatever might save him . ” The Backwards Man could look ahead , But couldn ’ t see the past . He didn ’ t know that Gwen would fight , Until she breathed her last . For love and guilt spun in her heart , And wove a feeling strong . Gwenhwyfar ’ d do anything , She could to right her wrong . “ Then there ’ s no time to be wasted . If there ’ s hope , it lies in luck . By the graces of this Fortunate Isle , A deal may yet be struck . “ I bid you seek Excaliburn ! We need the sword again . Its magicks might yet save our King , Rush to the Nimue ’ s fen ! “ I never should have tarried , And now precious minutes lack . Get the sword by sundown , And my spells can bring you back . ” “ But remember this , dear Gwenhwyfar , ” Eyes narrowed , Merlin spoke : “ No promise made on Avalon , May ever but be broke . ” “ I vow it now , ” the Queen replied , Voice pausing not a breath . “ If the island wants to test my heart , I ’ ll save our King from death . ” < / poem > The Last Man . In the beginning , I saw the end . On the shore of a lake , in the heart of the wood , I saw a man . Clad in armor with a cape as red as blood , this was a man who knew war . And now , he knew peace . A man with a red blade had stalked him to this place and struck him down , before himself departing . But not before the caped knight had discharged his final duty . “ I am Bedwyr , friend of Artorigus ! ” he bellowed , “ And I believe this belongs to you ! ” He had been carrying a peculiar sword , wrapped in cloth . The sword was unlike any other , with two blades extending from its golden hilt . The warped and broken blades made it clear that this sword had seen its final battle . Bedwyr , having made his proclamation , cast the sword into the lake , but as the blade neared the water ’ s surface , it suddenly stopped . Where once was open air , there now was a beautiful woman , cradling the sword in her arms as if it were a child . The woman now descended slowly into the lake , and as she did an unearthly voice rang out . “ Thy task is done . ” I met the man Bedwyr at the edge of the forest , alive and well . His tired eyes filled with fury at the sight of me . “ You provided sage counsel so many times throughout his life . You could have warned him ! You should have warned him ! “ Bedwyr ’ s voice trailed off as his rage was replaced by sadness . This man had lost a friend . Artorigus , was it ? Not just a man , or a friend , but a king , Bedwyr explained . Artorigus had summoned Bedwyr and assigned him one final task before breathing his last : to lay the sword Excaliburn to rest in the lake at the center of the woods . A task he had failed twice thus far . I remained silent . Bedwyr spoke again . “ There ’ s no escaping this , is there ? Every time I try to leave , I wind up back in front of the forest . . . ” I considered warning him of the lakeside ambush , but realized it would do no good . What was to be , would always be , for it had already been . “ Take care of yourself , Bedwyr ” , I said . And at that , he ventured into the woods .