Bors watched the pretty, young barmaid go by.
She was definitely a gorgeous thing.
Bors had been eyeing her for ages but fifteen year old boys were sometimes a little timid about such things.
He looked over at Gawain and snorted at the young knight's man-whore ways.
Gawain had slept with so many women by now that Bors was sure Gawain had done every one on this damn isle.
Of course Bors wasn't shy and timid towards most women like the young runt, Galahad. But this was different.
"Hey look at her. Jeese she's a beauty ain't she Bors," remarked Lancelot with a sly smile at his fellow knight.
Bors knew exactly what Lancelot was thinking because Lancelot knew that Bors fancied the barmaid.
"She's good too," added Lancelot with a snigger as Bors spun around angrily at him.
"Apparently she likes the barn best".
Now Bors was really annoyed.
"You sure, cause I remember going to the bathrooms a lot,' added Gawain as if it was merely a normal conversation.
Bors sighed in frustration.
"That's Vanora. She's so nice," added Galahad and everyone turned in amazement at the youngest knight.
None of them could ever remember Galahad even talking to a girl over the past year.
Galahad suddenly realised what they were all thinking and blushed a little.
"And how would you know this?" enquired Gawain whom had shoved the women off of his lap to include himself in this conversation.
"Well-um-she well- I-well- that's none of your business," said the knight defensively.
All the knights except for Bors began to hoot "Galahad's getting some eh?"
"Oh Shutup you lot," said Bors grumpily.
This was really too much. Even young Galahad whom had never been seen touching a woman had been with the barmaid. It was depressing.
Bors looked up at Tristan glumly. "At least I know you ain't been with her Tristan".
Tristan bit into his apple and the faintest of crafty smiles crept onto his face. Bors almost screamed with frustration.
He had no doubt that Dagonet of course hadn't even gone near the woman because he never even entered the tavern.
"You man whores," spat Bors at the knights whom all laughed.
"Bors ain't getting any!" laughed Lancelot.
Bors was just about ready to cut the curly haired knights throat.
"I'll show you who ain't getting any!" he said through gritted teeth as he rose from his chair.
He almost ran over to the beautiful barmaid, Vanora, and suddenly took her face in his hands and planted a passionate and almost disgusting kiss on her lips.
Shouts of excitement came from the knights as Bors withdrew from the kiss. Vanora stared up at him with a cheeky smile.
All of a sudden she put her tray of mugs down on a table, threw her arms around Bors's neck and began to move towards the knights' quarters quickly.
Lancelot looked almost sad until another barmaid planted herself on his lap.
So from then on, not another knight touched Vanora. Or at least so Bors thought…