Title: Friday night
Characters: The knights and Arthur.
Summary: We always hear about the battles the knights have to fight, either with Woads, Saxons or with each other. But there is some days where nothing happens.
I wrote this in school today. Man I was bored. And I´m pretty sure my English teacher is the devil herself. I can´t stand that woman. I mean real
ly, it´s not just me and my whole class. Even the others classes and even former students hate her…kinda sending a picture right?
But never mind that. I´m kinda proud of this one. It was pretty hard to write, so I'm really happy^^
And you know the drill: I don´t own anything and my gramma/spelling SUCKS! Please tell me if you see a mistake^^
Lancelot pulled his head out of the cold water and shook it, so the water splashed out to all sides. He grabbed his shirt from the wells edge and looked down into the bucket with water. Maybe it was time for a shave. It was getting dark and now he just wanted to go to bed. He turned around and smiled to a displeased and very wet Galahad. The longhaired knight scowled at him as he walked back to the room the knights shared.
Five years had passed since they arrived at the Wall. All the young men had to share a common room until their basic training was complete. Lancelot was longing for the day they would get a room for themselves. To share a too small room with twenty-four other adolescents' boys was a great challenge for any man.
He came into the room and looked around. The many beds were placed in random locations in the room; one of the many things the boys had done, trying to give this place a little personal touch. This one did not end well. He walked over to his own bed there still was standing up by the wall and threw his shirt onto the bed. A roar of laughter made him look up. Bors and some of the others sat in the corner at the only table there were in the room and laughed at something. Galahad, lying in the bed next to Lancelot's, moved lightly in his sleep. How the young boy could sleep in all that noise was a mystery to Lancelot.
He threw himself onto the bed. His arms were sore after a hard days training. He had been paired with Dagonet. And although Lancelot was faster, the giant boy was still strong as a bear. Lancelot just hoped the blacksmith was able to repair the damage to his sword.
It had been a dull day. The only interesting had been a fight between Percival and Morholt. Lancelot had no idea of what they had been arguing about, but the two men had rolled around on the ground and punched away at each other. The other knights had made bets on who would win, except for Tristan and Arthur. Their leader tried to yell at them, but when it didn´t work, he had to go over and pull them apart. It ended with a black eye to Arthur and punishment to Percival and Morholt. Lancelot was a bit disappointed with the mild punishment the two knights had been given. Last time Lancelot had been in a fight, Arthur had ordered him to muck out the stables. The others had teased him for several weeks after that.
Lancelot twitched when a knife struck into the wall few inches from his right ear. The yelling from the table had risen and all sorts of things where now flying around the room. A fight was brewing. Lancelot sighed and pulled the knife out of the wall, he played around with it until the door opened and Gawain entered. The longhaired ducked just in time so a vase didn´t hit him in the head. He grinned at the fight at the table and walked towards Lancelot. His hair was dripping and the front of his shirt was wet.
"You forgot this by the well." He said quietly, holding out his hand. Lancelot sat up quickly when he saw what it was. He tore the little figure it out of Gawains hand.
"Thanks" he muttered. Gawain nodded and walked towards his own bed that stood on the other side of Galahads. He managed to twist his hair between his hands and let some drops fall onto the head of the sleeping Galahad. The younger boy awoke with a cry, and soon Lancelot was sitting between two fights.
He groaned and fell back onto the bed. The noise was too much and he could feel a headache grow.
A loud ´BANG` followed by a "Shut up, all of you." almost made Lancelot fall out of the bed. There was complete silence in the room and all eyes were directed at the closed door where Percival and Morholt stood. The two knights were breathless and were leaning against each other for support.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you have a punishment to take care of?" asked Gawain.
"Yeah" breathed Percival and leaned more against Morholt for support "but something happened."
"What now?" snarled Lancelot. If those two idiots had got themselves into more trouble, it could easily involve the other knights.
"Well," said Percival who could breathe more normal now. "We were a little mad at Arthur, so we put up a trap for him. You know; the bucket over a door?" Lancelot nodded along with the other knights. He had a bad feeling about this. "Then we hid behind a closet and waited for Arthur but…" he paused and looked at Morholt. Fear was painted in their faces.
"Spit it out will you." yelled Bors. Percival opened his mouth nervously.
"Well…it was not…quite…Arthur who walked into…the trap." They all stared at him and waited. This did not sound good.
"So who walked into the…" began Hoel but suddenly the door was thrown open. Percival and Morholt was hit by the door and pushed onto the floor. They turned around and stared the at door in horror. All held their breath as Tristan walked through the door, covered in something that looked like gray mud.
Lancelot had only seen Tristan furious four times over the past few years, and the look the scout sent Percival and Morholt said everything. There would be a murder this night.
Very slowly, Tristan began going towards his bed. As he walked past Lancelot, he could easily smell what Tristan was covered in. Still slowly and with steady movements, Tristan found some of his throwing knives from the big chest, where all his belongings where in.
"RUN FOR IT PERS." cried Morholt. He jumped to his feet and pulled Percival with him through the door. Tristan walked slowly after them. There was completely silent in the room and the other knights looked at each other. Then Dagonet sighed.
"All right, we´d better stop him before he does something we´ll regret. Lancelot, Bors, you two comes with me. Kay, you go get Arthur."
Lancelot groaned and stood up. It would be easier to stop an army of Woads than to stop a furious Tristan. On the other hand, Lancelot wouldn´t mind if Tristan put a knife in the back of Percival and Morholt. The two of them had been in many troubles lately.
He stepped out into the yard together with Bors and Dagonet. It was dark but they had no trouble finding the three knights. They just followed the screams. The sight that met them made Bors to roar with laughter. The two young men ran around with Tristan hot on their heels. The scout threw a knife and the handle hit Morholt in the back of his head. He fell to the ground and pulled Percival down with him.
They crawled around on the ground and fell over each other´s legs when they tried to stand up. Tristan was quick. He walked over to the well and grabbed the bucket. Lancelot grimaced at the thought of that almost every knight had cleaned themselves in that water. The scout walked back and emptied the bucket. The two knights screamed as the water hit them. Tristan tossed the bucket away and marched off to the bathhouse.
Finally Kay walked into the yard, followed by Arthur. Their leader stood in front of Percival and Morholt and began yelling at them. If there was anything worse than Tristan's anger, it was Arthurs. Lancelot laughed with pity while Kay and Bors howled with laughter.
Now some of the other knights came over to them, looking for the source of the noise. Lancelot smiled and leaned against the wall, while watching Percival and Morholts struggle to get away from Arthur.
He looked up and was greeted by a bright full moon.
Right now, this place was not so bad at all. Too bad everything would be different tomorrow.
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