Am I the only one who wondered what possessed Tristan to take the box?
Title: The Box
Author: trinchardin
Fandom: King Arthur
Character/s: Tristan, guest starring Random Roman Soldier and Lancelot
Category: Humor
Rating: G
Summary: The tale of Sir Tristan and THE box. Pretty self-explanatory.
Disclaimer: The myth owns itself, Touchstone Pictures owns the movie.
After the bishop had given out the discharge papers, one Sarmatian knight stopped in front of a Roman soldier. Slightly unnerved at the knight's attention, the man in question shifted in place. As the other continued to stare, he started to sweat. He tried to remember if he'd done anything to offend the knight standing before him. He didn't think so, but as moments ago had just proven, Sarmatians were a temperamental bunch. You try and look out for a young boy and you get a blade at your throat for your trouble. That hadn't been him though, so why was this knight just...well, just standing there?
He started to relax, even managed a grimace slash smile. It was rumored that these foreign pagans could smell fear on you after all. And come to think of it, someone had also told him about how they'd rather knife you than look at you... When the knight reached forward, the man all but pissed in his undergarments. His fingers were so tightly curled around the box that the knight had to tug it away from him. Dumbly, he watched as the Sarmatian carefully examined the wooden container, turning it this way and that, testing its weight. Seeming to find it to his liking, he just took it and walked away without saying a single word. Only then did the soldier allow himself a sigh of relief.
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Lancelot muttered under his breath as he checked beneath his pallet. He'd searched the entire barracks and he still couldn't find his spare set of bracers. Finding nothing but dust and a wandering spider, he got up and looked around for someone to ask. Their scout was just seated on the pallet next over. Yet, when he started to ask the other if he'd seen the bracers, he realized what the other was packing away with great care.
"Tristan...are those the knives that have been disappearing from the tavern?"