Port Eternity

Their names were Lancelot, Elaine, Percivale, Gawain, Modred, Lynette and Vivien, but they were not characters from the legend. They were made people, clone servants designed to suit the fancy of their opulent owner, the Lady Dela Kirn. And they worked about the Maid, an anachronistic fantasy of a spaceship, decorated with swords, heraldic banners, old-looking beams masking the structural joinings, and lamps that mimicked live flame.

They Lived in a kind of dream, and had no idea  of their origins, their prototypes in those old, old story tapes of romance, chivalry, heroism and betrayal.

Until a wandering instability, a knot in time, a ripple in the between sucked them into a spatial no-man’s land from where there seemed to be no escape. And they were left alone, with the borrowed personas of their ancient namesakes, to face a crisis those venerable spirits were never designed to master!