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Author's note: First off, I have to say this. Mimi.Shae I was extremely confuzzled by your review. Anyway I am chapters ahead in my notebook, but with the lack of time for typing, oh gosh and school and college and a job that I have yet to have but will soon b/c I can only take being broke for so long. Right, the story….. Um, I don't know what to say.

Chapter Seven: Arthur and Gawain

Arthur was obviously practiced in hospitality. He provided us with food and wine. Lili sat to my right, her hands fidgeting under the table.

"Now." Arthur started. "Tristan informed me of your story." His green eyes were bearing into me. "Can you explain fully?" Then I remembered the scar I received on my last night in Boston. I let out a shaky breath. "Did he hurt you?" His voice was calm. I nodded, looking at the table, silently thanking God for all those years in drama. "Well?" I lowered the collar of my dress a few centimeters and there it was. I honestly ran into a coat hanger. Don't laugh, they're savages. "Very well then. It will not do kindly to my conscience if I let you return." I let out a sigh of relief.

"If he comes here?" Lili asked.

"Someone will always be on guard." He replied. I stood up.

"They will not be in the room, as before." He shook his head.

"Now go, but I must ask you to not be out when the sun is down without an escort." Lili and I left on that note.

"I heard you were trouble." Lili stated as we walked through the streets.

"No more than usual." I replied airily. "Who was your guard?"

"Tristan…" Her voice was dark. "Yours?"

"Galahad."

"And you couldn't escape?" She laughed.

"You'd be surprised." I paused. "Where are we staying?"

"Third star on the right and straight on 'til morning." She responded.

"Again with the Peter Pan jokes!" I exclaimed. "All my life!"

"You could go by your first-"

"No!!" I yelled, twitching at the very thought of it. "What information did you dig up?"

"None, I hate that man. He is very snarky." I like that word 'snarky'.

"Well, I have some." I exclaimed proudly. "They're pagans and they've been in the service for fifteen years."

"Pagans?!?"

"It means-"

"I know what it means!" Which at that moment, she sounded like Tristan snapping at me that he knew Latin. I could not would not point that out. Then she hushed me for some reason I couldn't see. Then I saw something morphing into my periph. Of course, it was Lancelot and some…other guy. "Keep walking." Lili commanded.

"Lady Liliana and Lady Wenefreda." I heard Lancelot call and I heard Lili use a select choice of swear words.

"I get bad vibes off him. Man whore vibes." Lili breathed. He finally caught up. The…friend, if he was even that, had blonde dreads. Lili and I slowly turned to face them.

"We were just on our way to the coliseum." Lancelot told us.

"The coliseum?" I questioned. "Isn't that in…" I paused; it wasn't Italy now. "Rome?" The other man laughed.

"The grandest one is in Rome." The man told me. "Ours is cheaper and wooden, used for training and such."

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Gawain." He responded with a smile. I looked at Liliana. White's The Once and Future King had it all wrong. Gawain didn't hate Lancelot and Lancelot wasn't ugly.

"If you had not seen a coliseum," Lancelot started. "Perhaps you can come watch us." Oh no, not this talk. 'We can show you our big muscles…I'm a manly man' talk. Except, this wasn't football, this was swinging swords at each other. Lili was obviously thinking the same thing.

"We would love to watch." She replied.

Author's note: Wow….wow…I had no idea that people like my stories this much. Maybe I should do this for a living, instead of directing…hm… A book about…stuff, all kinds of stuff. Maybe a historic narrative…