"Lancelot wake now there is something I believe you need to see!" Someone says shaking Lancelot awake from his well-deserved sleep. Lancelot vaguely recognizes the voice of Jols his lover's squire. Lancelot quickly and quietly slips from the bed and pulls on a pair of his boots as well as a tunic. The knight and the squire quietly leave the chambers of the commander.
"What is it that I needed to see so urgently?" Lancelot speaks up as the walk in the direction of his quarters. As the two approached they could hear crying and Lancelot gave Jols a curious look.
"I came to your chambers at dawn in search of you. The vet was seeking you out for a new stead that had just been birthed. They had thought that maybe you would want a new stead as you own a myriad of horses." Jols explains as Lancelot inspects the basket in which a baby lay. Upon inspection, Lancelot found a letter.
"Dear Lancelot, this is your child. Your bed with me two years previous to this day. The day this child was conceived, I have cared for her for 15 months but I can no longer so I leave her to you. She does not have a name choose what you will as her name." Lancelot read looking down at the tanned baby in the basket. The girl had woken up and was peering at them curiously through long thick eyelashes with dark curls around her head. She reminded him of his mother he has not seen in 6 years his time in this place was almost up in 9 years time he could leave this horrid land and return to his homeland that he so desperately wanted to return to.
"Lance where are you?" Lancelot could hear Arthur in the distance calling for him but not too far away. Lancelot stayed in his place looking at the card in shock. "Lance? Lancelot? What is troubling you? Is that a child?"
"Yes it is, and it is of my blood," Lancelot answers as he swiftly bends down and takes a hold of the child gently holding her in his grasp as he looked over at Arthur.
"You will keep it," Arthur said more as a statement than a question, but he receives a nod in response. "What shall you call it?"
"We shall call her Avalon I suppose," Lancelot said unsure of the name. Arthur nodded and Jols left the pair to their own thoughts. "I want to train her, so she can't be harmed."
"We will in due time, once she is able to pick up a bow she shall start learning." Arthur responds "how old is she?"
"According to a note left behind by the maiden who bore her she is no more than 15 months old," Lancelot answers looking down at the bundle in his arms smiling slightly and Arthur stands behind him looking over the younger man's shoulder.
