Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own 'em, so don't sue. I just enjoy playing in Lewis's sandbox from time to time - it's big enough for all.
AN: Latin, coniectura means roughly a guess, conjecture, inference; interpretation of dreams and omens, divination. I'm no Latin expert, so I apologize in advance for incorrect tense, etc...

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott, lines 78-81

For Ever Kneel'd

Prologue - Coniectura

It was time. Perhaps the moment for which she had waited longer than she could tell. Time passed so slowly here, in her place of confinement. She rose gracefully from her seat and crossed to the opposite side of the room, where she stood for a moment contemplating a tall, shrouded object. "My preparations are complete," she whispered, reaching out and grasping the silken cloth, "May this be the hour." She gave the shroud a gentle tug, and it slid free with a hushed murmur, a sibilant sigh, folding in upon itself again and again until it lay at her feet. She did not notice, for her attention was fixed on the sight before her, her eyes rapt and shining. Slowly, a small smile of joy crept across her lips, and she raised a hand, her fingertips slowly, reverently brushing across the likeness of a noble face, a blood-red tabard. Yes. Yes. It was time.