Chapter IV
Galahad was frustrated. He just didn't know what to do. Whenever things like this happens, he goes to the tavern and drinks alot of beer.
One reason he was frustrated, was that the tavern was closed. It wasn't even mid-day, and it was CLOSED! How dare they!
Another part was that he wanted her. Trinity. Lancelot's little sister, who wasn't so little anymore. And who was she to not answer his question? He wanted to know.
Walking to his room, he gathered his weapons, he was so looking forward to drilling Trinity in the use of combat skills. But, knowing Arthur, he'll pair Galahad with his older brother Gawain, who also seems to to get the girls.
Weapons collected, he walked down to the training yards where the other knights were waiting. Minus Tristan and Lancelot. And of course... "Trinity." Galahad sighed to himself.
"They killed them Lance. They killed our parents!"
The words reverbeated around Tristan's head. He hadn't meant to hear those words, just passing through to teh training yard from the Hall.
But hearing them, made him tink of his parents. They were long dead, having died before he was even conscripted into service in Brittain. He could hardly remember what they even looked like. They were killed by bandits, long ago.
Deciding to leave the siblings alone in their grief, Tristan walked to the practice yard where all but the two were waiting.
Approaching Arthur, Tristan pulled him aside and explained the situation with Lancelot and Trinity, ending with that they didn't know that he knew, but that he suggested that they approach them about it.
"Very well, Tristan. I'll take your advice under consideration. So, if you're up for it, why don't you give them a minute, then you could go get them. We need to start the practice soon." Arthur ordered, knowing that his Scout will carry it out well.
Tristan, about to nod, noticed movement behind Arthur, said, "No need. They're heading this way now. I've got to get my things in position." With that, Tristan headed to the ring, getting his weapons out in order of use.
"Alright knights, here comes our newest member. Let's all see how she works. Now Trinity, first you'll face off with Bors; he'll test you on how you handle close combat. After him, Dagonet; to see how you are with brute strength. Gawain and Galahad," Arthur said, motioning to said knights, "will test you on how you handle more than one opponet at once. I will then see how you handle a stragtegist with a sword. Lancelot; with two swords. And after him," Arthur motioned to Tristan, "Tristan will test you on how you handle stealthy attacks and speed."
Trinity looked at the aforementioned knights. The stocky bald Bors; the gentle giant Dagonet. The two youngsters – Gawain and Galahd. The commander Arthur, who she finds herself having the highest respect for. Her brother, who she traveled 3000 miles or more to find to tell the news of their parents. And then finally, Tristan. The Scout.
There was a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thought of the Scout. Tristan. She'll have to investigate it later. For now, she got her weapons together to fight against the knights.