Lancelot could see the way Galahad and Guinevere were looking at each other. She loves him. And why shouldn't she? He is young, attractive and witty. I'm an old, ugly and grim knight. He returned to his food, disgusted with himself. Why am I pining for a woman? I have a duty, a duty to Arthur. I need to focus. But all he focused on was the queen.

            "Oh, Galahad, what am I going to do?" Guinevere whispered. "I want to be alone with him for a few moments."

Galahad chuckled. "Don't worry, Gwen. I'll take care of it. Now, don't you need some fresh air?"

"What… no, Galahad. Why would I need fresh air? It's cold outside."

"No, Gwen, listen… don't you want to take a walk in the garden?" He raised an eyebrow. Guinevere understood.

"Oh, yes… I would like some air, actually. Thank you for suggesting it."  She winked at him and turned to her husband. "Arthur, I am going to go on a walk in the garden. I won't be long." Arthur nodded at her.

"Be back soon, Guinevere. It's getting late."

"I will, Arthur. I'll be but a minute." She smiled at Galahad as she walked away.

            A few moments after she left, Galahad stood and went to Lancelot. The dark haired knight was still deep in thought, his mind racing with images of Guinevere, Arthur and Galahad. He was still reminiscing on the battle at Badon Hill when he almost lost his life to save Guinevere, when a voice whispered in his ear, "Lancelot… Lancelot… HEY! LANCELOT!" Whack! Galahad had yelled out Lancelot's name, right before he hit him on the back. Hard.  Lancelot whirled around and threw a punch at his attacker.

            All of the knights fell over laughing. But none as hard as Galahad, who was crying tears of mirth. "Oh… my GOD, Lanc-Lan-Lancelot! You shou-should have se-seen your face!"

Gawain joined in. "What's the matter, Lancelot? Seen a bloody ghost?"

"Great defense trick, Lance! Can you show it to me?" Bors crowed. Lancelot fumed silently.

"Galahad, is there a reason that you needed to beat me, other than for a laugh?"

Galahad wiped his eyes with a finger. "Sorry, Lance. You were spacing off a little; I needed to wake you."

"Ah. Thank you, for doing me such a kind favor. I'll be sure to return it someday."

            "And, Lancelot, I was wondering if you'd fancy a walk with me?" Leaning in so no one but Lancelot could hear, he whispered, "Guinevere's already there." His friend raised an eyebrow. Does he know? Damned Galahad always knows everything. The younger knight grinned. "Come on, Lancelot. Your lady awaits you!"

            Unfortunately, he said it loud enough for the entire table to hear. "Oh, so you've got a lady friend, huh, Lancelot?" "Who is she?" "Is she a lady or a servant?" "Giving up on bedding everything in a skirt now, haven't you?" "Are you going to commit yourself?"

"Come on, Galahad. Let's get the hell out of here." Lancelot grumbled. He doubted Galahad heard him. He was laughing again.