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"Tristan, your sister hasn't come to see us in almost 3 months. Why now?" Arthur asked of his trusted friend as they rode behind Bishop Germanius' carriage.
"I've asked it of her." he replied rather blandly.
"And why's that?" Bors added.
"Her twenty-first birthday will soon be here. Most girls that age are already married with 3 or 4 children. Being as our parents are gone, I'm priviledged with picking the imbecile she'll marry." Tristan said, almost sarcastically.
"And why wasn't she married earlier?" Lancelot asked of the tracker.
"I haven't stumbled across anybody I feel is priviledged enough to have her." He replied, smirking.
"You mean anybody she hasn't killed already." Gallahad managed to get out before he burst into laughter. THe other knights soon realized that she would kill anybody who attempted to suggest marriage, and soon they too, burst into laughter.
Tamlyn walked into the room and leaned against one side of a pillar to wait for her brother and the other knights. Soon after, they entered the room and sat at the round table, and Tamlyn still, stood leaning against the pillar.
"It's no use baby sister, I already know you're there." Tristan said plainly as Tamlyn walked out from her hiding place.
"I always hated playing hide and seek with you." she said back to her brother as stood back up to give her a hug, which she gladly accepted.
"Hello, Arthur." she said as she gave him a hug while he remained in his chair.
"Where have you been?" he asked her.
"Places." she told him through a smile.
She did the same for all of the knights and then came to Lancelot. She stood back as they both eyed each other.
"Do I really smell that bad?" he jokingly asked.
"Do you really want the truth?" Tamlyn asked as she hugged him.
"No, I really don't think I do." he replied to her.
"How's my Bear?" she asked him.
"He's in the barn. Alive." Lancelot told her.
"Well if he weren't, you wouldn't be either." she whispered loud enough into his ear for the other knights to hear.
"You always liked the horses better than us, didn't you?" asked Gallahad.
"Maybe, depends on which person and which horse you're comparing." she said through a smile.
"Now, I'm going to the barn before all of the "business" starts." she told all of them rather sarcastically.
She quietly left the room with Ace, her glossy, black Great Dane, who followed her everywhere.
"BEAR!" Tamlyn shouted as she entered the barn and threw her arms around the gorgeous, black stallion, who was standing tied, and already saddled.
"I saw you coming. Figured you'd be taking him out anyway" Jols said from behind her.
"Thank you, Jols." she told him as she untied the horse which she had dubbed Bear. She thought it much more appropriate than his former name of Bartholemew.
"Here I'll give you a..." was all Jols got out before he realized that Tamlyn was already atop the tallest horse that belonged to any of the knights.
"You never cease to amaze me." He told Tamlyn as she walked out of the barn.
"Couldn't resist could you?" Lancelot asked as Tamlyn trotted Bear into the barn.
"You know me too well." She replied smiling.
Lancelot caught her as she slid off of Bear. And he felt her slightly wavy, long, brown hair against his face as she turned and took hold of Bear. Lancelot stayed in the barn as Tamlyn untacked, brushed, and returned Bear to his stall. She then said hello to all of the other horses. She then walked back to Bear and her white mare, Jezebel, and slipped them both an apple.
"That wasn't very nice." Lancelot said to her as she walked back to where he was standing.
"They got apples because I like them more than you. Stop complaining." Tamlyn replied as she walked toward the other knights, who had already started drinking, and Lancelot wasn't far behind.
There it is. First chapter of the first story. Now, GO! Review!
