Arthurian Traditions Final Exam

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Camulus is beginning to enjoy the hopeless and fearful looks on the faces of students shambling past him in the halls. Final exams. A most excellent *air guitars* form of psychological torture. He is beaming when the class files in.

"Feasgar math! Time for your final exam!" He begins handing them out as he explains it, leaving each face-down on the desk with a pile of looseleaf. "As I said, it is in three parts. Choose ten terms from a possible list of fifteen to define for the first. Two marks each. For the second, you have five excerpts from what we have studied. Choose four, identify them by title, author, and date of publication and then expand on their significance. 10 marks each. You have three topics for your essay. Choose one, worth 40 marks." He sits at his desk and leans back. "You have the entire class period. If you need more paper, come to the front and get it. If you cheat, I will catch you. You may begin."

[[Brain too 'splodey to actually write something up. Just let me know how you did.]]

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"You too," Angel said. "I really enjoyed the class."