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Chapter 42 – It Was Rain
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"EH?!", Isolde covered her eyes. flustered and stuttered with slightly flushed cheeks after turning her back against him, feeling like she had witnessed something forbidden "...um, anoo, etoo, actually, since when did your body...".
"ever since 16 years ago, after my mother died on the destruction of Danafor", once he turned back into human form, naked Lancelot took his clothes that scattered on the floor before he wore his clothes back, thinking back when he woke up on Avalon, the utopia where the body of his sisters had been growing thanks to The Lady Of The Lake "when I woke up on Avalon, what I knew... that place is an Utopia. My mother passed away. My father was on Liones Kingdom. Neiva, Merlin and my brother stayed by my side... and I found out that my body is no longer human...".
The flustered Isolde hummed, obviously Tristan knew about this. Considering Meliodas and Lancelot's relationship as a father and a son, also how Meliodas considerately chose to watch guard in front of the door of this room, it only meant that his father also knew about this too. No wonder.
"don't tell Morgan about this", had fully put on his clothes, Lancelot called her attention back with grim expression that unusually being written on his face "I myself who am gonna tell her about this later... when I'm ready...".
Isolde only stared to him with understanding on her eyes "...it's not like I can tell her out loud about it too, Lancelot".
"thank you", Lancelot opened the door and Meliodas peeked his head through the gap of the door "you can come in now".
"how is he?".
"he's gonna fully get recovered tomorrow morning", Lancelot wordlessly said through his eyes to his father to relax before looking to the droplets of rain outside the window "it's rain outside, just like that day. Would you like to have a drink with me while we watch guard him here?".
Isolde didn't need to ask them about what did they mean with that day. Looking down to sad smile on Meliodas' face, Isolde knew that Lancelot referred to the destruction of Danafor 16 years ago. Knowing how Tristan cared to them too, Isolde offered "um, I will make something too, for you two to eat. Maybe the food I cook isn't as great as Sir Ban, but I'm quite capable of cooking".
"yeah, I know", Meliodas smiled fondly to her, patting her head with his trademark grin "Triss indeed said you're a great cook and you would make a fine wife!".
Isolde blushed furiously before cupping her cheek, still didn't want to leave him alone "um, if you two don't mind, I will wait here. After you two take the ales to drink, I will go downstairs to cook".
When both father and son walked downstairs, they heard the little group downstairs were having fun of talking with Cain and Morgan, maybe talking about his happy life on Danafor or about how Lancelot's doing on the Camelot Kingdom.
So they were not ready when they heard Hawk trotted and snorted "but... considering Elizabeth has so much resemblance with his late wife, could it be Meliodas projecting Liz on Elizabeth?".
Uh-oh. This, one of things that his father hated the most. Lancelot facepalmed and right when he turned to look at his father, Meliodas had moved swiftly, standing behind Hawk.
"son~", pulling the now-pale-scared pinky pig's ear, Meliodas called out "would you prefer to eat the roasted pig tonight?".
"sure~ I will ask Isolde to cook this", pulling out his dagger, Lancelot tossed it back and forth in his hand with his innocence and charming, broad smile as he playing with his dagger "shall I cut it out into pieces now?".
Hawk apologized and cried out loud "NO! Save me!".
Meliodas let Hawk go at the same time Lancelot threw back his dagger into its sheath, both deadpanned and lifted their hands "kidding".
Hawk shouted in irritation, on the verge of tears "it's not funny at all, you nuts father and son!".
"well, well, well, I guess this is enough", ignoring Hawk's loud protests, Meliodas took two wooden boxes of ales from his storage. Walking upstairs, Meliodas told Lancelot to go to the warehouse "take about two or four barrels, casks and tankards for us. Since you have a lot to bring upstairs, I wouldn't be surprised if you took rather long time. Take your time, I can wait".
"as you wish", after telling him to wait upstairs, his smile faltered and Lancelot turned his scowled face to Hawk "Sir piglet, I must say it's your fault to say something that can be considered as an insult for him. It's been 16 years ever since my mother, Liz's death. Do you think that low of my father? He could have found another woman—".
"—yet, he didn't, right?", Morgan put down her mug with sad smile "after all, it's just like what people said, nothing can replace the precious memory of your late beloved lover".
Gowther tilted his head "oops, looks like we have to apologize for offending him and his father. This is Captain's son we're speaking with".
Griamore, Hawk, Diane and King bowed their head and said in unison "we apologize".
When Elizabeth apologized to him in Hawk and the others' stead too, Lancelot sighed exasperatedly "look, it's not that I want to blame you all, no wonder all of you are curious about him. Dad, he's a man with too many secrets, right?".
"smart kid! Now the truth has been spoken of!", Ban smirked and lifted a bottle of Aberdeen ale on his hand "kakaka~ same goes with Tristan and you as well".
Before he could ask what Ban had meant with it, Cain asked him "Lancelot, you don't have to tell me, I understand if you don't want to answer it, but actually... what happened on Danafor?".
"sorry, old man. I was... well, I was 10 years old when it happened, so I remembered it but I couldn't possibly tell you what I don't know, right?", Lancelot apologetically smiled to Cain. It was a half-lie. He was just afraid it would trigger the memories of his mother's reincarnation and he couldn't possibly tell it out loud, about what happened back then on Danafor "what I could remember of that day... there was the dark smoke came out of the sky—", the miasma that leaking from the Demon realm, that was what the Lady Of The Lake had told him when he woke up "—that made everyone's dead, their corpses scattered all around the street, dying... including me", closing his eyes, Lancelot buried his face on his intertwined fingers that turned white at the same time his voice sounded strained "my mother, Liz, she carried me out of the city, looking for our father in the process but then, she hid me behind the ruins of pillar, she asked me to hide and promised me that she would come back right away before a monster appeared. I have no idea what happened, what I know after that... I was carried by someone who tried to get me out of Danafor. I only could see it from far distance, when that monster killed her at the same time when my father found her. Mother died in front of our eyes and nothing—".
"stop", Morgan hugged him from behind, gently whispering "no need to talk further about it".
Gratefully, Lancelot kissed her cheek and offered gentle, sad smile before Cain apologized to him, for asking him about it "I should have realized it when Meliodas refused to talk about it".
"well, I'm not surprised if he still blames himself of what happened on Danafor 16 years ago. Really, not everything bad happens to us is his fault, yet he still...", Lancelot shook his head before tucking his hand to his pocket as he looked up to Elizabeth "...honestly, I don't mind at all if he's married again as long as he's happy with whoever this woman, but he's too stubborn on his own way".
Elizabeth blushed but when Lancelot pulling out the sword that he put on the table, Elizabeth asked him "um, this sword is...?".
Lancelot smiled wryly "it was a gift for father from my mother, but he didn't accept this sword".
"I don't need a sword. I don't want to kill anyone".
"that's what he said to my late mother, thus I've been holding onto it all this time. Both Dad and Tristan fully understand it, they decided to not wield sword, unless they have no choice but to raise their sword, in order to protect the people that they cherished and they considered as their precious people. I think this is the right time to ask them, to raise their sword again", Lancelot stood up and handing the sword to Elizabeth "as his son who couldn't even kill someone, I don't think I have a word to make him accept the sword, so I may trust it to you who, not as the woman who look up to my father the same way with my mother did, but as a princess of this Kingdom who ask for his aide. Can I entrust this sword so you can make him accept this, princess Elizabeth?".
Elizabeth should admit, his action rather startling not only her but also everyone in this room but she smiled as she accepted the sword "...I understand. I don't know if I can do it or not, but I will try".
"good luck!", Lancelot grinned broadly with the broad, cheeky grin that matching with his father's. He turned his back against her before running to the warehouse and carrying his father's request upstairs but before he joined his father to drink, Lancelot turned to Ban "speaking of which, what do you mean that I am just the same with Tristan and my Dad?".
"it's the truth, you are just the same with either the Cap'n or Tristan, a man with too many secrets", Ban jabbed his thumb "well, to be more precise, ask your lover".
Morgan flinched and Lancelot narrowed his eyes.
Turning to Morgan who quickly averted her eyes with pained and guilty expression, Lancelot trailed off and as realization hit him, he put down all cargos in his hands before he approached her with grim expression "...I see, is this about it again? I thought we have cleared up everything after we finished the misunderstanding between us with your brother and the princess. Looks like it's just me".
Morgan slammed her palms on the table, looking up with icy glare to Lancelot "not everything".
The others quickly retreated to the bar's corner as King whispered "Ban, I thought you triggered lover quarrel between them. Don't blame us if the Captain tried to kill you".
Morgan clenched her fist on her chest "I believe it's my line. It's you who keep the secrets, everything, to yourself. I understand if you have your own reason to not tell me everything, to keep some things as a secret but I believe you of all people in this world. Whatever you need to talk with me, I will listen to you! Now, if you just want to tell me, I'm ready to hear—".
Lancelot cut her off with slightly narrowed eyes "—I'm not ready".
Morgan flinched and lowered her head down "...do the princess and my brother know about it?".
"of course she knew, obviously, for someone who can read people's heart. He doesn't know", Lancelot crossed his arms before his chest "I thought we have talked and cleared up about this. I thought we've known each other for so long, yet we're back to the start point again...".
"because we've known each other for so long, I know you still have something that you hide from me, that you want to talk with me but in the end, you can't. It's not that I don't want to understand or I can't wait, it's just...", Morgan looked up with hopeful eyes "...do you not believe me?".
"forgive me, it's not that I don't believe you, I just...", Lancelot closed his eyes and sighed "like I said, I'm not ready yet".
"I see, because you still feel doubt of me, right?", Morgan scoffed as she hugged herself "I understand, no wonder... This is why when I confessed my feeling, I said that I don't deserve—".
Next second, Morgan was shocked to find herself lying on the table with her back pressing the table as Lancelot pushed her down.
"when I said I'm not ready", Lancelot leaned down and whispered near her ear "because I'm not sure of your reaction, to the point there's a chance you will leave me once you know about it".
"if you want to attack her, do it in bed next time after you make sure your bedroom is locked and do it properly after your marriage with her", Meliodas landed on top of Lancelot's back, casually crawling on top of his back before he smacked the back of his head several times before Meliodas jumped down to the floor "the nerve you have, attack her in front of everyone like this and you even dare to let your father waited upstairs?".
Rubbing the back of his head, Lancelot retorted "Dad, I'm not gonna attack her in front of other people for the sake of her modesty and yes, you don't need to worry about it because I've planned to 'eat' her after our marriage. The best time to eat your main dish is only when you know it's the perfect time to eat when you've reached the highest level of your hunger. That's how you worked on mother before you two have me, right?".
"smart boy, glad to know you've learned", Meliodas pulled him upstairs "now, let's drink and take your time to cool down your head. I mean both of you, lovebirds~".
Knowing Meliodas just kindly scolded them to cool down their head, Lancelot gave in as his father dragged him upstairs and Morgan decided to stay downstairs with the others.
Not too long after Meliodas and Lancelot went upstairs, Isolde walked downstairs "what happened? Do I miss something?".
And the very same, usual pattern happened.
Morgan flung to Isolde's arms, hugging her tightly "Isolde! What should I do?".
Looking down to clearly stressed woman in her arms, Isolde needn't to ask her about the trouble "my, my, do you have a fight with Lancelot or something? Sup, you can tell this big sister everything slowly".
(just so we're clear, this year Isolde is 24 years old, Margaret is 22 years old, Morgan is 20 years old, Veronica is 18 years old, Elizabeth and Guinevere are 16 years old so practically Isolde is the oldest between them and no wonder Morgan is so fond of her and depend on her like a big sister).
After Morgan told her about how their lover-quarrel started, Isolde turned to Ban with overly sweet smile "Sir Ban, please sit down".
Ban flinched and he felt chilling on his nape. He obeyed her this time and Isolde gave him good scolding before she walking into the kitchen to cook something. Looking to rain outside the window, in nostalgic way, Isolde smiled as she turning to Morgan "it's rain outside. It was rain too that day. Do you remember it, Morgan? What happened to us four years ago, that make both Lancelot and Sir Tristan earned Sacred Treasure from the princess".
"oh, you mean when we were kidnapped?", Morgan leaned her chin on her palm "of course I am. It was exactly when I started to see that weirdo princess as my rival".
Isolde (20 years old), Morgan (16 years old) and Guinevere (12 years old) were kidnapped. Lancelot, Tristan, Merlin and Gelda went with young Arthur to save them. They divided into two team. One was Merlin and Arthur. The other was Gelda, Lancelot and Tristan. The latter found them when Isolde tried to bring Morgan and Guinevere to run away but the insane people who kidnapped the girls destroyed this place with their explosive. In order to protect Isolde, Gelda was injured when she protected her from the fallen debris of rocks. Tristan let her to drink his blood, thus she could get herself together. Gelda was no longer dying but she was not in perfect shape to fight. Both Guinevere and Isolde were using their magic power to heal and keep Gelda alive while Morgan was still not good with her magic power so it was only Tristan and Lancelot who could fight at this point. Their enemy appeared, asking them to return their prey and obviously, they refused. There was the difference between Lancelot and Tristan when they fought.
Tristan could kill his enemy without doubt.
Lancelot couldn't kill his enemy, he only attacked them when it was needed to the point they couldn't fight him back.
As the result, in the middle of the fight, the boss barely landed fatal blow to Lancelot but on the latest moment before Lancelot got hit, Guinevere jumped in to protect him, ignoring the startled yelp from Morgan and Isolde. Guinevere pushed him, in result, twin sword of the boss slashed her back in criss-cross shape. Witnessing the little princess got injured in front of their eyes, Lancelot instantly caught her body before she fell on the ground and Tristan lunged into the boss, giving the final blow to kill the boss. Merlin and Arthur came not too long after that to help them for cleaning-up the mess.
"don't move. This will hurt a bit", Isolde frowned in disapproval as she looking down to the criss-cross pattern on her back. Because she had out of healing magic power, Isolde had to stitch her wound "next time, please don't use your body to protect someone carelessly like that if you don't want to get hurt or feeling hurt like this".
Arthur held Guinevere's hand as Merlin pulled the blanket up to cover her body after Isolde treated her wound and Merlin put her clothes on again. Looking to outside, Merlin narrowed her eyes "it's rain outside. For how long they want to stand still outside there?".
Morgan stopped crying, looking to outside where Tristan and Lancelot stood face to face under the rain "what are they doing?".
Embedding the sword on his hip to the ground, Tristan looked straight to him with icy glare "you know the princess wouldn't even think of blaming you, right?".
"it's my fault, I know", Lancelot lowered his head further in shame "...had I killed the boss, he wouldn't have taken advantage of my naivety and princess wouldn't have injured like this, especially not because of protecting me".
"good to know that you realized your fault, but do you know what is your biggest fault?", Tristan lifted his finger pointedly "because you were doubt to raise your sword with intention to kill, it's your biggest fault".
"they were not able to fight back. Shouldn't it be enough? Okay, I admit I have the miscalculation for the boss, but...", Lancelot narrowed his eyes "...I just can't bring myself to kill them. I raise my sword to protect the princess, not to kill people mercilessly".
"stupid. Fight for someone else and not for yourself, it's nothing but hypocrisy. It's not victory that you want, but peace? How stupid. Eternal peace is nothing but a mere pipe dream. If you tried to not kill anyone, you would never able to save anyone in the end", Tristan pulled out the embedding sword and pointing its tip to Lancelot's throat "Lancelot Du Lac, if you don't have the will to fight with intention to kill, then just die here".
"are you telling me to be heartless and just kill all our enemy, mercilessly?", Lancelot gulped, sucked in shaky, deep breath as he took a step backwards "I'll be no different with the sorrowful thirst-blood beast If I do it!".
"I don't tell you to be heartless and throw away all your feeling, but your kindness only will be taken advantage by your enemy. We are not allowed to have feelings in the battlefield of the war. If you doubt to raise your weapon, you might ended up losing your life or worse, losing your precious people", Tristan beckoned him to raise his sword "also, you said you don't want to kill anyone? Let's see for how long you can keep your idealism. Can you still say the same when you have to fight someone who kill your beloved people? For example, the one who killed your mother".
"SHUT UP!", Lancelot grabbed the embedding sword beside him "if you really want to die that much, should I send you to meet your daughters and your wife, Tristan Ravenwolf?".
Tristan scoffed as he halted Lancelot's sword "say the one who can't even kill anyone?".
When Isolde and Morgan wanted to stop them, Merlin lifted her hands to the side "don't stop them".
Morgan turned to her Master "but—".
"as a woman, there's a time when we can do nothing but to wait and see, when our man tried to finish their problem through their sword", Merlin didn't budge "sometimes, a woman's duty is only to believe them and wait when they fight with their sword on the battlefight".
They only waited on the sidelines as Merlin said, until Tristan stabbed his sword on the ground beside Lancelot's head as Lancelot lying flatly on the ground "...your kindness is nothing but naivety on the battlefight of the war and it may ended up kill you or your friends. Do you want to feel it too? the heavy weight on your shoulders for failed to protect your beloved people and be protected by them instead, just like what happened to you and the princess just now?".
Lancelot's eyes widened. Under the rain like this, Lancelot didn't know if the droplets of water that fell to his face was Tristan's tears or not, but he felt like crying.
"ENOUGH!", Guinevere stepped in and firmly stated "lay down your weapon and cool down your head, Tristan, Lancelot".
Isolde came to her side to support her, already carrying her in her arms "princess, you should go to sleep".
"how could I sleep when these two fought so loud?", Guinevere puffed her cheeks, pointing them before sending cold fury glare to them "once more I give an order, Tristan, Lancelot, lay down your weapon and cool down your head. NOW".
Both Lancelot and Tristan threw the sword on their hands before both dropped one knee on the ground, lowering their head further. When Tristan apologized for losing his control and for not able to protect her, instead Guinevere shook her head and cupped his cheeks.
"don't apologize. Instead, I'm the one who should apologize. Sorry, for scared you all. What happened just now, it reminded you with what happened to your wife and your daughter, right? I know you've been thinking... on that awful moment, when you were doubt to raise your sword just because you fought against your closest friend who betrayed you. In result, you lost your wife and your daughter. Had you not felt doubt to raise your sword and just kill him, you wouldn't have lost your wife who tried to protect you and your daughters", wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Guinevere cried "I know my words are nothing but a mere empty solace but neither your wife nor your daughters blame yourself. Don't you remember? They smiled on their last breath, that's why, please don't blame yourself. Stop beating yourself over it because you shouldn't have to".
"I have to, so I wouldn't make the same mistake and I wouldn't lose anything ever again...", that was what he thought, but when her tiny arms hugged him as she cried for him, as if it was her who had been going through it by herself, he couldn't help but hugging her back gently and burying his eyes to her shoulder as he whispered "...thank you".
"but I'm not telling that you're wrong either, Lancelot. My question now, are you going to stop here or keep moving forward? When you raise your sword, don't forget the weight of a life. Don't forget it, but accept it. If you tried to forget, it only would make you remember it again. Remember when you see their life fled from their body, when you hear their heartbeat stopped, when you feel their blood with your skin, when you can smell the scent of death, you can taste the bitterness of your creed as the Knight", looking back and forth between Lancelot and Tristan, as Tristan carried her on his arms, Guinevere told Lancelot to keep walking on the path he believed on "Tristan fully understood it and he could do it, thus he could raise his sword and kill someone when it needed. How about you?".
When Lancelot told her that he still wasn't sure but he still wanted to believe and walk on the same path "because I believe, there's no one who totally evil ever since they're born. Every people have their own reason, thus I will to raise my weapon to protect the people that I considered 'precious', not to kill".
Tristan didn't say anything this time, he looked up "the rain has stopped".
After asking Tristan to put her down, Guinevere smiled to them as she lifted her hand "remember your own creed and resolve, the path that you have decided to walk on. Good or evil, there is no such thing as artificality in every action based on a belief. Thus I grant these Swords for you".
Merlin snapped her fingers and two Swords appeared in front of Tristan and Lancelot as the rain had stopped and the light of the sun ran through the clouds as if the heaven had splitted into two to show the light down to the earth.
"for you who will walk on the path with the protection from the unfading light of the lake, I grant the sword Arondight for you, Lancelot Du Lac", Guinevere handed the sword to Lancelot "this is a gift, the blessed Sacred Treasure from your godmother, The Lady Of The Lake".
Lancelot dropped one knee and took the sword, bowing his head "I'm honored to accept this, princess Guinevere. Once more time, I vow my loyalty to Camelot Kingdom as the protector of our soon-to-be King Arthur Pendragon and you, who will be our Queen, princess Guinevere".
After Guinevere turned to him and explained what kind of sword he earned, Tristan took it but he gave it back instead to her "I don't need a sword, princess. After all, my body itself is a weapon".
Morgan covered her face "I was really scared that they would seriously kill each other".
"it's impossible", Isolde smiled as she prepared the food for Lancelot and Meliodas on the tray "after all, the one who took Lancelot out of Danafor that day, 16 years ago on the destruction of Danafor, it was Sir Tristan. He wouldn't save Lancelot from the first place if he only would kill him in the end", when she realized that they stared to her, Isolde felt nervous "what?".
For Morgan who naturally wanted to know everything about Lancelot, of course it shocked her "how could you know about it?".
"oh, come on, you know I and my sister have no secrets, right?", Isolde cupped her cheek and chuckled "oh, and I know about this just because Sir Tristan told me the story when he was drunk. The truth is, Sir Tristan just didn't want if Lancelot was killed by his enemy who took advantage of his mercy and kindness. He is a clumsy man, he can't tell out loud about his heart or his feelings sometimes, so he deliberately challenged Lancelot that time just to make him realized it".
Morgan clapped her hands in praying motion "at the time like this, I wonder how could you fall in love with him, sis".
"enough about me. We're talking about you and Lancelot right now", Isolde pinched the bridge of her nose "love is composed of the heart that embraced by acceptance. You can't say that you love them when you don't accept all of them just the way they are".
Diane grinned and teased her "like you do with Tristan".
Isolde lifted her hand, flatly said "like our young King to his fiancé".
Meliodas patted Morgan's head "but he said that he chose you, so you should put more faith on yourself. Just ask him, he will tell you when he's ready".
"I understand. I can wait", Morgan sighed but then her eyes widened before she shrieked with red face "EK! since when did you here, father in law?".
Upstairs, on the bedroom-turned-sickroom, Lancelot caressed his jaw "you were the one who told me to not dying due to my idealism, now why is it you who dying instead, brother?".
"hey there, long time no see you, older brother", white-haired red-eyed girl, with bandages covered her head and both her hand and leg, smiled to him. She staggered a bit before wobbly stood up. Surprisingly, she lunged into him and clutched his neck as he lying flatly on his back. Tears of blood flowing out of her eyes as she smiled down creepily to him "time to go to sleep, forever... good night".
A beautiful demon appeared and lifted both her hand to them "Réalta Nua!".
Meliodas stopped her attack with Counter Vanish "Neiva, stop!".
"move aside, Meliodas", Nel Hativa in her Demon form swatted his hand "it's my responsibility to bring back the dead to life. It's also my responsibility to bring them back to dead rather than let them live as the sorrowful, blood-thirst beast".
"trust them!", Meliodas lifted a sword that he earned from Elizabeth "do you think I will allow you to do such a thing in front of my eyes?".
"just like the old time, huh?", Neiva lifted her hand and a death scythe appeared from her shadow "do not blame me if I'm being serious, Meliodas".
"it's so cold... where have you been, brother? why didn't you come when they tear me to pieces, skin to bones using their knives and swords?".
"ah, I guess you're right...", Tristan choked "you can kill me".
"like the hell we will let you! Yggdrasil!", Lily lifted her hand as gigantic tree appeared behind her. She moved her hands and several chains came out of the tree "Vincula De Caelo".
"The Lady Of The Lake, allow me to use it", Lancelot lifted his Arondight in front of his face upright, his eyes that turned into gold. Blue and green light with silvery yellowish sparkles emanating from his body and his sword as Lancelot's eyes were gleaming in gold and silver "answer my call and show yourself, Alicorn".
Guinevere opened her eyes and gasped, leaning her forearm on her forehead "...a dream? No, other vision again?".
Arthur leaned down and kissed her on the cheek "morning, sleeping beauty~".
"KYAA!", Guinevere turned bright red due to shock, hiding herself under her blanket "A-A-A-Arthur? What are you doing in my chamber?".
"well, I will explain it later, but for now", Arthur dropped his face flatly on the edge of the bed "let me sleep a bit...".
When Arthur really fell asleep, Guinevere frowned in confusion "...huh?".
"please, don't be angry to him", Escanor covered Arthur with blanket and lifted his forefinger to his mouth "he has barely slept for a day because he persisted to watch guard by your side".
"a day?", Guinevere startled. Wait, yesterday was when they resurrected Tristina on the Magic Lake Of Salisbury, the earthquake happened post-ritual and then, and then. Guinevere lifted her hand to cover her mouth "oh, no! Could it be what I saw just now...".
"Gwen? What's wrong?", Merlin touched her forehead "at least, your fever has finally broken, gladly".
After they had moved Arthur to just sleep on her bed, she said, Guinevere rushed to find her Galadriel Mirror and she gasped as she saw what happened on the Boar Hat.