Lynet blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked Gawain. He smirked. "Did Gary not tell you about this?"
"No, he didn't. I think I would have remembered it if he had."
"But it's true! Terence can back me up."
At that moment, Gaheris walked up to where they were sitting and claimed the chair next to his new wife. "Hey, Gawain, is there a reason you're monopolizing my wife's time?"
Lynet took one look at him and burst into laughter. "What?" he asked, frowning. "Gawain?" he turned to his brother. "What did you tell her?"
Gawain just smirked, standing and clapping Gaheris on the back. "You're welcome, brother." He walked away.
"What did you tell her!" Gaheris yelled after him, before frantically turning back to face Lynet. "Lynet, what did he tell you?"
She had calmed down enough to speak. "He told me about one of your fights."
"Right," he nodded. "Which one?"
"The one with Sir Banlieu," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"The one with Sir Banlieu," he repeated slowly. "How does he know about that? He wasn't there."
She smiled. "I don't know. But it's a great story. Did you really refuse to fight him because he was wearing a skirt?"
"I said that I wouldn't raise my sword against the skirts of womanhood!" he protested. "I was trying to be chivalrous!"
She burst into laughter again.
"Fine, then," Gaheris huffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Be that way."