Arthur: Merlin! What have I done?
Merlin: You have broken what could not be broken! Now, hope is broken.
Arthur: My pride broke it. My rage broke it! This excellent knight, who fought with fairness and grace, was meant to win. I used Excalibur to change that verdict. I've lost, for all time. The ancient sword of my fathers, whose power was meant to unite all men... not to serve the vanity of a single man. I am... nothing.
With a contrite heart and a broken spirit, Arthur then tossed the shattered blade into the depths of the lake. Sinking to his knees, he feared all was truely lost due to his arrogance as he watched over the unconcious form of King Pellinor with deepest regret in his heart. The sin of pride had broken the unbreakable blade in his duel with the King, who was by rights the better champion. After a few moments, the waters of the lake began to gently churn as a Lady of indescribable beauty, formed of the very waters itself emerged from within its depths. In her dainty hands she held, to the shock of both Arthur and Merlin, Excalibur now mended. With grace that could only belong to the fae, the water maiden made her way to the shoreline and returned the sword to Arthur with a demure smile. After doing so, she decended back into the lake and vanished as if she had never been there...
In many versions of the legend, Excalibur's blade was engraved with words on opposite sides. On one side were the words "take me up," and on the other side "cast me away" (or similar words to that effect). This prefigures its return into the water. In addition, when Excalibur was first drawn, Arthur's enemies were blinded by its blade, which was as bright as 30 torches. Excalibur's scabbard was also said to have powers of its own. Injuries from losses of blood, for example, would not kill the bearer. In some versions, wounds received by one wearing the scabbard did not bleed at all.
Hope you like my version of Nimue. Any comments or suggestions will be greatly appreciated!