I've often posted in my stories about suggestions for what to write. I really do take these ideas into account. So this chapter, and the next few after it, are for Anna, who wanted to see Lancelot train Galahad to be a knight. I know I have a few Camelot stories so these stories all occur in the same timeline as my other story Behind the Book, before the arrival of Sonic.

There were many events which Lancelot would consider grand achievements; joining the knights of Camelot, saving Guinevere and even his friendship with King Arthur. However all these achievements, all these memories were eclipsed by the single act of holding his son in his arms for the first time. Although Lancelot was not proud of the circumstances which had led to the birth of his child, Galahad himself was fascinating, so small and innocent that Lancelot was mildly concerned he might hurt his child simply by holding him. The young white hedgehog was nothing extraordinary at that time, at least to anyone but his father, but Lancelot had already decided his son would one day be a great knight.

The second time Lancelot saw his son, he knew he was right in his beliefs. Though still just an infant, Galahad did not flinch at the thunderous thud of his father's armoured boots on the stone floor, instead the little hedgehog had crawled over to the armour clad form of his father. The boy had laughed at the sight of his father's helmet even with the visor down, and Lancelot smiled softly despite the fact his son could not see it. When tiny white fingers played with the edge of the helm, the knight had laughed and finally exposed his face.

"You are fearless, Galahad." The dark furred hedgehog, normally known for his cold nature struggled to keep a straight face around his son, "Do you like my armour?"

As the young hedgehog giggled and tugged on his father's fur, Lancelot smiled and thought about the day that his fearless son might be the commander of all the knights in Camelot.

For Galahad's third birthday his Father had bought him a wooden sword. Now childish shrieks and laughter echoed in the woods where Lancelot watched his son play. The boy was very well educated for his age, able to speak clearly and politely when addressed and an expert on the various knights of Camelot. Still watching his son play, Lancelot was glad to see that the boy was too smart to need his father's help with some things. Twirling the sword above his head, Galahad shot his father a triumphant grin.

A smirk crossed the knight's tan muzzle, "You won't slay many villains like that."

Gold eyes widened in alarm, "Why not?"

"Enemies are often ahead of you rather than above." Getting to his feet, Lancelot took his son's tiny arm in his own hand, gently angling the wooden blade down, "Hold your sword before you like this."

Ears twitching in excitement, Galahad gazed up at his father in awe, "What else do I have to do with a sword? To be a good knight, I mean."

"There's a lot to learn Galahad. To become a knight takes years of dedication." Despite the seriousness of his tone, Lancelot was smiling.

"You'll teach me Father, won't you?" The young hedgehog's eyes were wide and pleading.

Slowly, Lancelot reached out and pet his son's upturned quills, "If that is what you wish."

"I'm going to be the greatest knight ever, Father!" Waving the toy sword with a look of concentration on his young features, Galahad's voice was filled with determination, "You'll be proud of me won't you?"

Lowering himself to one knee, Lancelot stared at his son, "What makes you believe I am not all ready proud of you?"

Blushing, the young hedgehog looked away, "Because I haven't done anything yet."

"Perhaps not as far as being a knight is concerned, but you are trying. I think you shall make a good apprentice." Again Lancelot petted his son fondly.

Noticing that his only child still hadn't moved his toy blade since the knight had repositioned it for him, Lancelot laughed and crawled towards the boy. Now sitting behind his son, he moved the small white arm in an arc, his sharp ears just catching the excited intake of breath from his son.

"In battle, Galahad, it is often useful if one can disarm his opponent, it is the quickest way to end a fight." The striped hedgehog was easing the pressure from his child's sword arm, letting Galahad being to make the motions on his own with just the slightest guidance to control the size of each swing.

The silver hedgehog was silent for a few moments, and Lancelot could picture the boy biting his lip as he thought, "But Father doesn't a knight want to battle? Isn't it all about honour and strength?"

Humming softly to himself, Lancelot spoke again, "In a tournament certainly. When I have to defend the citizens of Camelot, however, I cannot afford to let my pride and love of battle cloud my judgement. When I am serving the people, Galahad, I must always consider the way to end the battle with as few injuries to the innocents around me as possible. Once I have disarmed an opponent, I can of course offer them to surrender if I believe they will listen to reason."

Galahad's motions with his toy had stopped and the young hedgehog stared up at his father, "Are you ever scared?"

"Sometimes." The knight smiled at his son, "I am afraid that one day I may fail Camelot. Sometimes I am afraid for my fellow knights. One day I will be afraid for you."

"Why?" Galahad growled slightly making his father laugh, "I'll be such a good knight that everyone will be afraid just when they hear my name."

Lancelot decided not to mention that if anyone feared Galahad on name alone it would likely be because they feared enraging the Ultimate Knight himself if anything should happen to his son. "That might be so Galahad but I will still be afraid for you."

Those big, golden eyes seemed full of questions but only one came out, "Why?"

"You are my son… unfortunately for you that means I will always be worried about you." Without warning Lancelot pulled the young hedgehog onto his lap, "You, Galahad, shall simply have to learn to live that."

Grinning again, Galahad cuddled against his father's chest, "Does that mean you'll have to keep coming on adventures with me? To stop you worrying?"

"Do you really think you'll want your father on your quests? I shall be eternally remaining you to be careful." Teasing his son was far too fun, Lancelot thought.

"Father!" The boy protested as he squirmed against his father's strong arms, "You wouldn't. You have to come with me to see what a good knight I am."

The knight smirked, "I thought you were going to be such a good knight villains would tremble at the sound of your name?"

"I will!" The young hedgehog yelled loudly before looking away and blushing, "Sorry."

Lancelot's smirk grew, "If you are going to be such a fearsome knight surely I will hear of your exploits, so why would I need to go on adventures with you?"

"Because…" Galahad glared at his father and Lancelot had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at how much the boy resembled him with such a look, "Because I want you to."

"An excellent argument my son."

Galahad scowled then and Lancelot finally gave in to his laughter.

Finally the knight pulled his child closer, "I would to love go on quests with you Galahad."

"Promise?" The child met his father's gaze warily.

"I promise Galahad." Lancelot laughed softly, "There is much you need to learn about sword play, but first let's work on swinging and stabbing."

"Then you'll fight with me?" The child asked softly.

"Not yet. One needs to master the basics before they can face combat." The knight petted his son's quills, "Anyway Galahad you are too young at the moment."

The little white hedgehog scowled and Lancelot laughed, gently guiding his son through the motions once more.

"I'll make you a deal, Galahad," Lancelot's voice cut through the air, "If you keep practising, I'll let you hold my sword when I next come to visit."

Excited, Galahad gave such a violent motion with his toy blade that the young hedgehog was sent tumbling across the grass. Concerned, Lancelot was already up and beside his son before Galahad had even become aware of what had happened. Pulling his son into his own arms, Lancelot shook his head playfully.

"I think you may be a little too eager, my son." The dark furred knight found himself rubbing dirt from Galahad's white fur, "Maybe our next lesson should be about balance."

Frowning, golden eyes rested on his father's face, "You make it seem easier, Father."

"Practise, Galahad." The older hedgehog grinned, "One day I will tell you about my own training. You are still young, I have great faith that you will be a very remarkable knight."

Slowly, Galahad moved to rest his head against his father's chest, "Good. I want to help you save Camelot."

Stroking the young hedgehog's quills, Lancelot smiled down at his son, "Why is that Galahad?"

"I want to be like you." The white furred hedgehog grinned softly, "You're the best."

Lancelot had been admired before. He often heard children of the local towns talk about how they wanted to be a great knight like the Knights of Camelot but it was only hearing these words from his own son that caused a rush of pride to fill Lancelot's chest.

Well the next few chapters will be set in other points of Galahad's childhood and key events involving Galahad's training.