A huge, big, cuddly thanx to the following lovely people:

Cody, Aries, a knight of nih (great name!!), and dear Audrey Miercoles.

However, because not many of you have reviewed, I am aiming for at least 7 reviews for each chapter! So review! Please! Go on… *sniff

PS Has anyone ever watched that news program from early 90s called The Day Today? I am thinking of doing a fanfic of it. If no one has heard of it I won't bother. OK?

THE HOLY GRAIL: WAS IT WORTH IT? PART 6

In this chapter we meet some surprise guests…

Disclaimer: King Arthur and his cool gang are not mine… how I wish they were.

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Tim, Boris and the ever-deceiving Patsy stood at the door of their new home – Camelot.

            "You first, Tim," Patsy said.

            "Oh, no, you first. Or Boris."

            This continued for a while. None of them wanted to go into Camelot.

            It was Patsy who voiced the general feeling: "It doesn't feel right. We put Arthur in jail when he almost certainly would have got off, and we ruined his future. I… feel so guilty."

            The mood had taken a sombre turn. They all sat down slowly and thought for a while. Boris was the first to recover from the thought-bog. He got up and went inside, and presently was heard to make some scrambled eggs. After a while, Tim muttered, "Oh, sod it," and followed.

            Patsy was left now. He stayed there for a good few hours, and only went into the castle after hearing Tim open a bottle of beer.

Two days later, at about teatime, there was an ominous knock at the castle door. And the sound of a violin string breaking.

            Boris lurched to the door, holding a frying pan and wearing a pinny with pink hearts yes, this will develop…! He opened the door and reeled back with shock. He fainted dead away, whilst Tim came up behind him. He gasped.

            In front of them was a minstrel. Wearing a fuchsia suit. And a pink ribbon. And his (somewhat useless) broken violin had Cliff Richard stickers all over. I believe the Sir Cliff is indeed that old.

            "Hi," he grinned. "I'm Phoebe," he said, after receiving no response. Tim stepped forward slowly and punched him in the stomach. Phoebe doubled up, and Tim said sheepishly, "Sorry. Thought you were a ghost. I mean, they… they… they ate you, right? In the winter after Sir Galahad was tempted, and Sir Robin bravely fled from the three headed knight, and  Sir Lancelot massacred a whole wedding, well, almost did."

            "Err, no. That was the narrator being silly. Oh he is so silly. I mean, when we first –"

            "NO NO NO NO NO!" Patsy yelled just in time. He has crept up behind during Tim's speech and was staring aghast. "Ugh. I mean, welcome. What be your business?"

            "Shelter for a few months. The Knights of Nih are after me – and Roger the Shrubber," he said gloomily.

             "OK, come on in… sorry it's a bit of a mess," Patsy said, leading the way. "We weren't expecting guests, especially none of your… um, caliber…" he added hastily. Although… you had to admit, there was a certain attractiveness in the pink suit. It brought out the colour in his eyes. Green. Green as grass, they were. Those wonderful eyes.

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Next chapter: Patsy falls in love, Arthur plots his revenge (if you have any ideas let me know!) and Tim meets Sir Robin, with disastrous results.

Go with peace and Monty Python-esque laughter, Cecil xxx