SUMMARY: A bunch of short stories about Myles's class. Need I say more?

A/N: YOU LOVE ME! YOU REALLY DO! Authors note at the end again. (The last one seemed longer than the story itself.) I'm debating on whether I need to up the rating for this story to PG. It's not horrible, not even really dirty. I suppose it just that a 10 year old shouldn't be reading it due to slightly inappropriate concepts. Let's all be try to be mature. But then again, I wonder should a ten year old really be reading these books at all? I mean...Alanna: The First Adventure, yes they can read that one. But In the Hand of the Goddess, probably not. And they def. should not read Lioness Rampant do to one or two swears. But that's that. Enough of my ranting, GO READ THE STORY!

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Tamora Pierce, except the ones that I make up of course.

Myles's Class - The Princess Eleanor and a Peek Into Gary's Private Life

Sir Myles of Olau walked into the classroom, knowing already of the large rat's nest that he had walked into. The class was silent and Gary sat at his desk, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his teacher. Despite all his sour feelings, Myles had to smile; never had he seen Gary so attentive.

"You promised Myles." Gary said his eyes not leaving the knight's face.

"Yes," Myles sighed. "I know. But keep in mind that we have to stay on the subject, and not drift as you tend to do."

"I would never drift away from my fair princess," Gary said while staring off into space.

Myles scrutinized the boy for a moment before turning to the rest of the class. "Tell me what you know of Eleanor. And raise your hand please. No calling out Gary." The class snickered.

"Myles, I didn't say anything yet."

"You are forewarned however. Yes, Geoffrey."

"She was born in the year 221 H.E.," he said with a smile.

"You only know that because Gary said it yesterday," Alan pointed out.

"Alright then Alan," the Prince said smugly, "If you're so smart, tell us something we don't know."

Alan grinned mischievously. "I hate to break Gary's heart though."

Gary seemed to come out of his little world for a quick second. He looked at Alan his face clearly showing his confusion. "What do you mean, break my heart?"

"Gary," Alan said kindly, leaning over and patting Gary's arm sympathetically, though his eyes were amused. "Eleanor, sadly, was the major scandal of her time."

Gary looked shocked for a moment and then glared down at his friend. "That's not true!" he cried indignantly. And then, almost as suddenly as it had flared, his temper receded and Gary went back to his own perfect world. "Princess Eleanor was the beauty of her time! Never has a more exquisite figure graced the great halls as when the lovely Princess Eleanor lived. Her radiant splendor shown like a beacon of light. Her eyes the color of the bluest sky and her hair the color of the most magnificent gold."

Raoul sighed as Gary continued to ramble about the princess's everlasting perfection. "Would somebody please shut him up," he called from across the room, "I put up with this enough as it is."

Jon leaned forward in his seat and delivered a good smack across the back of his cousin's head. Gary turned and glared at him. Jon smiled, "That's my ancestor your talking about."

"Well then why did you hit me? Alan called her a scandal," Gary pointed out. "Besides, it's not as if I'm disgracing my love by speaking of her-"

"Alan was correct when he spoke scandal," Myles interrupted smoothly before the conversation drifted to the princess's anatomy.

Jon leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "How so? What'd she do?"

"She slept around."

"Let's try not to be so blunt Alan," Myles told the page.

"It's true though," Alan said.

"How do you know, Alan?" Alex asked quietly from the back of the room.

"I read a book on it once," the small boy answered. "I ought to lend it to Gary. Anyway, for all her elegance she wasn't a very nice person. When she wasn't bed-hopping that is. She was cruel to servants and she was a spoiled brat. That's why she was beheaded when the plebs rioted." (A/N: plebs=lower/working class)

Gary eyed his friend suspiciously. "You're making that all up!"

"I am not. She reminds me of my God-Mother, horrible woman." Alan said with a shudder. Just the thought of Lady Catherine made him sick.

"You're God-Mother sleeps around?" Sacherell asked awed.

"What?" Alan queried, suddenly confused.

"You lads are drifting off topic," Myles said.

"Sorry Myles," Sacherell apologized.

"Tell me what riot it was," Myles continued. Alan raised his hand but the knight shook his head. "Let someone else answer Alan."

"The Market Day Riot?" suggested Douglass of Veldine.

"Market Day? What? Where'd that come from?" one boy asked, utterly confused. Myles just shook his head and waited for another answer.

"The Riot of 244?" Jon asked.

"The Riot of the Plebs?" Raoul suggested.

"Thank you, Raoul," Myles said calmly, still shaking his head at Douglass's comment.

"Wait," Gary interrupted. "Let me get this straight. They killed her?" Myles nodded and Gary frowned. "Why?"

"Because," the knight answered, "As Alan said earlier, she was not a very nice person. She was the heir, and what type of person wants a cruel, selfish, person for a queen. I know I don't."

Gary sighed. "It's too bad she was such beauty then. What a waste." He paused. "Myles, I have one last question."

"And that is?"

"It's for Jonathan actually." He turned to his cousin. "How come you were offended by what I was saying, but not by the rest of this conversation?"

"I wasn't offended at all but, you were embarrassing yourself Gary. I couldn't watch it anymore." Jon grinned as the bell rang, "It was the only way I could think of to shut you up. Well there was one other one."

"And that was?" Alan asked he and the two boys left the room.

"Well I could have said something about Gary's dream?"

"What dream?" Gary asked.

"The one you had last night." Jon grinned further, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Oh Eleanor. I love you so much my fair princess," He said in a mocking tone while kissing his hand over and over again.

Gary glared at his cousin while Alan laughed. Upset, the bigger boy took a swipe at both of them. Alan jumped out of the way while Jon ducked, and the two took off at a run towards the page's mess hall. Gary ran after them, bellowing threats the whole way.

A/N: Okay...I got some great reviews. I'll address those first, just cause I feel like it.

Notes:

crosseyedbutterfly: A good suggestion. I was going to do that instead of the last chapter (on slavery) but I couldn't quite figure out how to do it without giving Alan(na) away. However...ending up on the wrong side...hmmm. Oh the possibilities.

StarFire: Wow, those are the best compliments I've ever received on a writing piece. I'm more for the drawing and photography areas when it comes to arts. "Pure work of a genius... best thing I've read so far..." I have "pure talent"? THAT'S SO KICK ARSE! ::is ecstatic:: THANK YOU! (((HUGS))) Rest assured that when I have a bad day, I will come back and read that review! Time to get egotistical: I love my version of Gary too. It'd be nice to say he was based on someone I knew. He's not. Well perhaps a few someones put together (Like a ::coughsexdeprivedcough:: Romanian that I know - not that he's going to be reading this or anything).

Temptress: I SPELLED HIS NAME RIGHT! WOOHOO! And if I get writers block, I will most certainly ask you. That'll be like during the summer, when we're not having history class. It's sad, I have to do research for this story.

Lady Knight of Kennan: Wow. Jon really did sound like Hermione. That's not what I was going for. :/ Oh well.

hyper mage: I'll take it into consideration, but I'm not sure clothing is something they'd talk about in class, unless there was some type of party the night before.

I think I'm turning Gary into Neal. Though Gary did get love sick occasionally, right? Whatever. I don't care anymore.