Title: Loose tongues.

Characters: Tristan, Bors, Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, Dagonet.

Summary: Romans don´t like the knight. Romans talk. But drunken Romans talk too much.

Okay my second King Arthur fanfic YAY ME^^ I wrote this one at school yesterday. Was kinda bored in class. I was inspired by the manga Saiyuki to write this. Hope it turned out well

And like always. Don´t own anything and I´m bad at English-gramma blab la. You get the point^^

The tavern was full that night. Romans, peasants, men and woman. It was a crystal clear night and a warm one. Tristan stood at the bar, waiting for his ale. Three roman soldiers, who had been drinking heavy all night, were sitting at the table in the middle of the tavern. Their noisy conversation about woman was annoying. But Tristan was too tired to do anything about them.

It had been a rough day. He just needed to forget. Venora sent him a sad smile and gave him the mug. He nodded and began walking down to his usual table in the corner. He wanted time to think before the other knights came.

"Hey, take a look. It´s one of the ‟famous" knights" mumbled one of the roman soldiers as he walked by them. Tristan recognized him. It was one of the newer soldiers. Cassius was his name. Big and with black hair. The other two had been at the wall for some time, but he only knew the name of the shorthaired of them, Cicero.

"I know that one. Scary man" It was Cicero who talked now "I heard they ran into some Woads today."

"Bloody hell, and he didn´t even change his clothes. Maybe he likes the smell of blood." said the third roman. Tristan sat down at the table. He tried to ignore the Romans conversation but the words hit him like arrows. He took a big gulp of his ale and looked down at the table.

"I heard they lost a knight today." said Cicero cheerfully. Tristan froze.

"Heard? I saw him." laughed Cassius "four arrows were sticking out of him. And blood poured out of a large wound in his stomach. He was still alive as they bore him into the infirmary. Died soon after."

"Hmm, maybe he was a bad warrior." Tristan tightened his grip on the mug "I mean, who can lose a battle against a bunch of peasants with pitchforks." The roman soldiers broke out into a loud laughter who were soon followed by the sound of mugs being refilled.

"I hear…" the third roman was stumbling over the words "that Sarmatians eats their dead." Tristan almost choked in his ale. His blood was boiling. His fingers turned white from holding the mug too tight. It threatened to crush under his fingers.

The Romans spoke louder and louder. Tristan was sure that everyone in the tavern could hear them now. He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He knew Arthur wouldn't like it if he killed them.

"How much do you want to bet…?" said Cassius. Tristan felt their eyes bore into his back. "That the blood on his clothes is not Woads blood. And that he just finished eating"

Tristan jumped to his feet with his throwing knife in his hand. He spun around and…froze.

The three Roman soldiers had been pulled to their feet and were now pressed up against the wall by four furious men. Lancelot and Galahads swords were pressed against Cassius and the third soldiers' necks. Cicero was struggling against Bors´s hand, which was closed around his throat. Gawains sword lay near his temple. Dagonet was leaning up against a pillar. His sword hung loosely in his hands. Eyes shooting fire.

Slowly Tristan lowered his knife. The tavern was quiet. Everyone's eyes were on the scene.

"Next time the ale loosens your tongues" hissed Lancelot and let the blade bite into Cassius neck "then keep it be behind your teeth. Or we will cut it out." He released the roman that fell to the floor like a rag doll. Gawain followed Lancelot and stepped away from the third soldier. Disgust and anger was painted in his face as he went over to join Dagonet.

Bors, who still had his hand clenched around Cicero´s neck, released him with a growl. Cicero gasped and coughed, trying to breathe. Bors drew his arm back with a yell, and slammed it into Cicero's face. The sound of his nose which broke reached Tristan's ears. The roman fell to the floor with a scream, holding a hand on his bleeding nose.

The knight walked away from the roman soldiers without looking back. Tristan quickly tried to hide his smile as they walked towards him. They all sat down except for Dagonet who laid a heavy hand on Tristans shoulder and pushed him back unto his seat. Vanora came to the table with six mugs and place it in front of every knight. No one said anything. They heard the three Romans hurrying away. The tavern was like unbound from a spell and talk and noise filled the place.

The knights looked at each other. Then Galahad and Gawain burst into laughter. Bors, Dagonet and Lancelot followed. Only Tristan remained silent although he couldn´t help a smile spread across his face.

"Eating out own?" said Bors loudly "never heard that one before." He smacked his hand into the table, almost knocking his mug over.

"It is not funny Bors." Mumbled Dagonet.

"Maybe not, Dag. But I'm pretty sure the roman Lancelot held on to almost pissed himself." The other knights laughed.

"Well I'm just thankful that you saw it was us before I got a knife in my back." Said Gawain and slapped Tristan on the shoulder. Tristan nodded at him and raised his mugs. They all fell silent.

"For Lamorak." he said quietly, the others raised their mugs.

It was a crystal clear night, and a warm one.

Hmm, don´t know about the end. But I didn´t know how else to end it. Well Please review^^