Reading those two Arthurian fics back to back (for I do not know Firefly yet; I know, I fail!) positively gave me whiplash. They work well together--the first one hints at a really interesting relationship between ignorance and knowledge and sacrifice and grace; there's an honest, transparent love between Peredur and Heli, Peredur and Galahad, and I love how you parallel it with Galahad's understanding of divine love. The question of what he knows, and particularly what he knows that gestures mean, is so central to the arc of the story that his knowledge of Galahad's love and what signifies it is incredibly beautiful. AND THEN THERE IS THE SECOND STORY, where love's all tied up in visions that Clarissant can't articulate and manipulative gestures that Morgause can't make and honest words in a language that Lyonors can't understand. And they're all so pragmatic about horror; they live with horror couched in their breasts, and it means that they're all at little divided in themselves even when they aren't two people caught in one. It's--well. I'm babbling now. The point is, good stories to post together.