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Chapter 3: Celebrations I
I sit here hoping, praying, Tristan will make it. I feel bad, I don't know why. I just do. I hate it, its terrible to feel. I would rather get stabbed in the chest, then feel this.
"Marian, are you ready?"
I look up and see Lancelot's handsome face.
"Aye, are the others okay?"
"Galahad has a nasty cut, I have several little cuts and Bors thinks Vanora is going to kill him."
"And what about Gawain and Gwen?" I ask staring at the ground as if there's something fascinating about it.
"Their fine, and I think I have to thank that Berg fellow, he saved my life."
"Did he?"
"Yes, great fighter. He could be a good knight."
"I don't think so! If he becomes a knight you will never see me again!" I shout getting of the ground.
"Easy Marian." Lancelot says smiling. "Now how about we ride to the wall and check on Tristan?"
"I would like that." I say and get up. "Have you seen my horse?"
"Yes he's the one who led me here, smart animal." Lancelot smiles.
How can he smile on a time like this?
"Well, lead the way Lancelot." I say and he drags me of to my horse.
I mount and we ride to the wall in record time.
I see a face I know, Cameron.
"Cameron! Where is Baruch?!" I think I startled the young boy, because he makes a little jump.
"He is in the knights room milady. He told me to send you up as soon as you arrived."
"Thank you Cameron. Lancelot go and check on the others." I say as I storm off.
I run up the stairs as fast as my feet can carry me. And storm into Tristan's room.
"Is he alright?!"
"Dear child, if you scare me like that again I will chase after you with my staff. And yes your friend will make it. He's asleep." The old man says glaring at me.
"Thank the goddess." I say and fall in a chair next to the bed Tristan lays in.
"You gave him your fathers necklace." Baruch says in his fatherly tone.
"He needed it more than I did." I say as I rub my tired features. But suddenly something dawns on me. "Baruch, before the battle started I heard a voice in my head. It told me that if I didn't do something, Lancelot and Tristan would die. Am I going insane?"
"You heard a voice? A Female voice?" Baruch asks surprised.
"Aye, how did you know?"
"Your father, he heard a voice as well, a female voice, she told him what would happen. And eventually how to prevent it."
"Was that how he became the worrier?" I ask shocked.
"Aye, it began shortly after he encountered your mother. We think that triggered it."
"Meeting his love, his true love?"
"Aye." Baruch sad smiling.
"I wonder what triggered it with me?"
"I must go see if they need my assistance with tending to the wounded. I trust you will look after him."
I nod and Baruch leaves us.
I sit here and look at Tristan, the powerful warrior was now weakened, helpless. Suddenly he begins to stir in his sleep. I walk over to him and kneel next to the bed. And stroke some hair out of his face.
"Shhh, its alright your safe."
"Mother?" He mumbles.
"No, its me Marian. Remember me?" I put a hand on his right cheek.
"Marian. you saved me."
"Rest, we will watch over you." I feel him relax and fall once more in a deep sleep.
I sit here and stroke his cheek and watch him sleep. After a while, I don't know how long, the door opens and Arthur enters the room.
"How is he?" He asks with a worried look at Tristan.
"He will live." I say confident.
"How can you be so sure?" He asks seating himself in the same chair as I did when I came in.
"He wears my necklace." I smile stroking his cheek.
"And?"
"My father gave it to me. And he said that whoever wears it, Britain will not let die."
"That's good news, Guinevere told me your father was a worrier. What exactly does that mean?"
He asks visibly embarrassed.
"It means he knew the future. And that made him worry, get it?" I smile.
"Aye. Interesting. Do you think we can late the others in as well? I don't think I ever saw them this nervous."
"I think they can visit." I smile.
Arthur gets up and opens the door. The knights and Gwen practically stormed in. Gwen grabbed me and pulled me in the tightest hug ever. While they others stood around us with worried faces.
"Gwen,. let,...go,...can't,....breath." I say trying to pry her of me.
"Sorry." She says sheepishly letting go.
"How Is Tristan?" Lancelot asks.
"Baruch fixed him up, and he will live. I'm sure of that." I say.
I look at the knights faces and suddenly..
"Galahad what happened to your face?!" I ask socked.
He has a very big cut on his left cheek.
"A Saxon pulled a dagger on me when I wasn't paying attention." He says sheepishly.
"Okay everybody out! Except you Galahad! I have to fix your face up." I say pointing at the door.
I watch them leave and I'm quite sure I hear Lancelot mumble "Lucky bastard."
"You sit." I say nodding at the chair. I walk over to a cupboard and pull some herbs out.
I mix them with a bit of water. And grab a linen cloth. And walk back to him. I kneel next to the chair.
"What is that?" He asks suspicious.
"It will heal the wound, without leaving a scar. You don't think you can find a wife with a scar like that. Your not that good looking." I smirk.
"Your spending to much time with us." He chuckles.
I smirk and start to clean up his wound. He flinches, and makes a face.
"That stings."
"Stop whining, you big baby. When are you leaving?"
"I don't know as soon as possible."
"Aren't you staying with Arthur?" I ask as I dab the liquid on the cut. I smile as I see him flinch. He is so different, compared with the other knights.
"I don't think he will need me, my task is done. I think that I might visit him though, after a while."
"Will you visit me as well?" I'm surprised that I actually asked that.
"If you want." He says smirking.
"There as good as new!" I say admiring my handiwork, the cut looks less gruesome already.
"Thank you." He says and gets up.
"Galahad! Tell me when you leave, will you."
"Of course." He says and walks out of the door.
I sit still next to Tristan's bed yet again. And watch him, every intake of breath, every move...
"Marian," I hear Baruch's voice call.
"Yes?"
"I will take over for a while, you go freshen up, Guinevere is waiting for you in your chambers."
"My Chambers? I don't have chambers." I say confused.
"Yes you do, Arthur gave them to you. They are next door."
"Okay, take good care of him!" I say as I storm out of one room and into an other one.
"Marian, I have news." Gwen says grinning like an idiot.
"Yes Gwen?" I ask with more than a hint of curiosity in my voice.
"I and Arthur are getting married!"
I know only one way to react, and I hug her as hard as she hugged me.
"Your getting married!"
"I know!" She says and starts to cry.
But suddenly again that voice. "He will be king."
Arthur will be king? Did I understand here correctly? Will Arthur be king of Britain? Impossible. isn't it?
"Marian what's wrong? you seem so distant." Gwen asks suspicious.
"I was wondering what I 'm going to wear at your wedding." I say quickly.
"a bridesmaid dress of course! But for now lets get you cleaned up and in a dress."
"Great." I mumble.
After a short while I was clean and in a long midnight blue low-cut dress with gold trimming. My hair hung loosely over my shoulders. I felt clean.
"Now Gwen if you don't mind, I'm going to go check on Tristan." Before she could protest I was out of the room and in Tristan's.
"I want out of this bed!" I could hear him protest.
"No your staying in that bed! Or I'll whack you with my staff!" Baruch yells, it looks like Tristan had aggravated him to the point of killing him.
"Baruch! Don't you threaten him!" I say to the druid. "And you stay put! You're barely awake!" I say turning to Tristan. Who was mumbling something under his breath.
"There, now you hear it from someone else." Baruch says glaring at Tristan.
"Marian, get Arthur will you." Tristan says.
I open the door and conveniently enough Arthur was just about to knock.
"Congratulations!" I say pulling him in a huge.
I can feel both Baruch and Tristan's eyes on me.
"Explain please." Tristan says glaring at Arthur. Why does he do that?
"Guinevere and I are getting married." He says blushing a bit . Did the future king of Britain just blush? This is not a very good sign.
"Your what?" Tristan asks his face showing no emotion what so ever.
"They're getting married, you know that thing Gawain and Galahad want to do." I say grinning.
"Well there is going to be a celebration and I was wondering if Tristan was able to come."
"If he doesn't move around to much, and Marian keeps an eye on him." Baruch says.
Still no expression on Tristan's face.
"Tristan I have clothes for you." Arthur says showing him black breeches and a black tunic.
"I think it's best I leave, Tristan I'm next door, when you're done dressing just shout." I say leaving the room immediately, I don't think it would be proper to see Tristan dress.
"Marian." The voice of Berg calls. Why do I always run into him?
"You look pretty in that dress." He says smiling.
"Thank you Berg." I force a smile. He did save Lancelot.
"You were right about keeping an eye on that knight, he is a walking target."
"I know." I say trying to get out of the conversation, his see green eyes kept studying my face. As if he is trying to read my emotions. We stand quite for a few minutes.
"Marian?!" A voice calls, I recognize it as Tristan's.
"I'm coming, excuse me Berg I have to go keep an eye on Tristan." I say storming back in Tristan's room. He looks very handsome in his black breeches and tunic.
"Can you walk?"
"Yes." He says shortly.
"Then lets go." I say and we walk to the courtyard in silence.
Things are much more cheerful here. I think it odd. Why do men feast when so many have fallen?
"Marian! Tristan!" I hear Gawain call. We walk towards them.
"Its good to see you up Tristan." Bors says looking at Tristan.
"I would get wounded too if it meant having such good company." Lancelot smirks.
"Who says I would keep you company?" I grin.
"That's not very nice." Lancelot says with a fake pout.
"I'm sorry Lancelot. Forgive me?"
"If you sit on my lap and marry me."
"Not in a million years." I say flatly.
"And yet again, he gets turned down." Gawain smiles.
"Your losing your touch Lancelot." Bors smirks.
"What does he have I don't have?" Lancelot asks nodding at Tristan
"He doesn't babble as much."
"Girly your not as bad as I thought." Bors says lifting yet another drink.
"I take that as a compliment." I smile.
"Do you knights want a drink?" Berg asks, he's carrying a large tray filled with cups.
The knights all take a drink, but I look at Berg suspicious. He wouldn't dare, would he?
Tristan is the first to take a sip.
"That's strong stuff."
"Can't handle it?" Berg grins.
The two of them start what looks like a staring competition. Males! I will never understand them.
"I bet I can handle it better than you." Tristan says flatly.
"Oh, can you? Think you can impress her?"
"What's that supposed to mean Berg?" I ask glaring at him.
"I saw the way he looks at you." He says and than turns to Tristan. "She's mine, get it?"
"I'm nobody's and certainly not yours!" I say and get up. "You were the one who was fooling around with some tramp. So don't you dare start this with me!"
For a minute he looks speechless. He trys to say something but instead he storms off.
"Jerk." I mumble.
"That explains a lot." Lancelot says.
"Don't mind him Tristan, the drinking has permanently ruined his brain."
"What is this stuff?" Gawain asks taking a sip.
"Our druid, Baruch, makes it." I laugh. "It takes a while to get used to, its pretty strong stuff. I remember the first time I drank it, I was sick for days."
"Nothing Bors can't handle." Bors says drinking his cup down in one sip.
"I wouldn't do that if I where you." I say.
To late they all just drink it in one sip. Accept Tristan who still looks at it suspicious.
"So what are you guy's planning on doing?"
"Well I'm planning on going home after the wedding, but I'm just going to visit." Lancelot says thoughtful.
"We're going home to stay I guess." Gawain says.
"I'm staying here with Vanora and the little bastards." Bors says.
I can't help but laugh.
"And you Tristan?" I ask turning to the silent knight.
"I think I'm going with Lancelot visit the homeland and come back, I guess." He shrugs.
"And you?" Galahad asks.
"I'm staying here to take care of my people. Marry eventually." I sigh.
"Are you going to marry Berg?" Tristan asks to my surprise.
"I don't want to, but my uncles want me to marry a good warrior, trustworthy a real leader."
"Marry one of us." Lancelot says actually serious.
"I can't do that, you guy's want to go home marry a good Sarmatian woman." I grin.
"Nothing wrong with a nice Gaelic one." Gawain says.
"Half Gaelic!"
"What's the difference?" Lancelot shrugs.
"I'm proud of both of my cultures."
"So if you have a baby with one of us it would be, half Sarmation, quarter Gaelic and quarter Woad? Interesting." Gawain says.
"And think how handsome it would be if you have it with me." Lancelot grins.
"Who dares to give my cousin such an indecent proposition?" My uncle says in his strict tone, but I know he's just joking. Lancelot however thinks he's serious and starts a long line of apologies. My uncle looks like he about to burst into laughter.
"I was only kidding sir knight."
Lancelot looks very relieved with that.
"Jumpy little fellows these knights." My uncle says walking off.
"Did you really think my uncle was serious?" I ask amused. The other knights must have thought uncle was serious as well.
"We have heard a lot of the Belgae, you never know how touchy they are." Gawain shrugs.
"I'm just happy he didn't kill me." Lancelot mumbles rubbing his face.
"If somebody would kill you it would be Baruch."
"Does he really hit people with his staff?" Tristan asks.
"Aye." I say and can't help but laugh.
"Who is Baruch again?" Galahad asks.
"Their druid, a feisty old man." Tristan says. "He threatened to hit me with his staff."
The knights chuckle at that.
"You know I'm a little worried, with the whole wedding. I'm afraid Vanora wants to get married as well." Bors says starring at Vanora who was busy with their youngest.
"So marry her." I say simply.
"What is it with women and marriage?" Tristan asks.
"Like you don't want to get married." I snort.
"Depends." He says shortly.
"On what?"
"On the woman of course." Tristan says.
"So the lonesome knight wants to marry one day." Lancelot grins.
"What kind of woman would you like Tristan?" Gawain asks intrigued.
"Not one of those lady's, a women who isn't afraid to fight." He says emotionless. Yet I feel his eyes on me. Why is he looking at me?
"I know just the women." Lancelot grins. Suddenly he picks me up and before I realize it I'm on Tristan's lap.
"Lancelot, you're a dead man walking!" I shout.
"Tristan, better hold on to her or Lancelot is dead." Gawain laughs. Tristan obeys and puts his arms around my waist. He holds on to me quit firmly.
But I see something they didn't see. Baruch was standing behind them. And bam, he hit Lancelot in the head with his staff. Not that hard though, but still.
"That hurt! You old bastard!" Lancelot says rubbing the back of his head.
"It serves you right." Baruch grins. "And how dare you call me a bastard?! You young rascal!"
"Thank you Baruch!" I say smiling and then it dawns on me I'm still on Tristan's lap. "Tristan, you can let go of me now."
"No." He says simple. I know you can't argue with Tristan. But I have a really good idea.
"Baruch, hit Tristan too will you. He won't let go."
"No." Baruch says as simply as Tristan. What the hell is going on here?!
"I guess that means I'm stuck."
"Where are Arthur and Gwen? this is their night." Galahad asks looking around.
"Boy please." Bors says grinning. "There getting married, what do you think their doing."
I can see Galahad actually think for a minute, until his eyes grow wide.
"Is that allowed with Woads before marriage?" He asks me.
"Aye, not with Gaels though. So Lancelot don't even think about it." I say glaring at him he looks rather amused.
"Say Druid," Gawain starts. "Any chance we can get more of that beer Berg gave us?"
"Aye. Wait a minute will you." He says but I see the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, he knows as well as I that they can't handle that much, especially not the first time.
Yet after a minute or so he returns with manypitchers. I try to warn them but do they listen? No.
Tristan and I are the only ones who stay clear of it. And the result; an hour later, four very sick knights.
"I told you so." I say grinning.
"You should have pried the pitchers out of our hands." Gawain says laying on the floor with his hands covering his eyes.
"I'm was on Tristan's lap remember."
"Then it's Tristan's fault." Lancelot mumbles, he was laying on the floor as well.
"Actually it was your fault Lancelot, you put her there." Tristan smirks.
"Will you guys keep quiet. My head is pounding." Galahad mutters, he was still sitting in his chair but his head was on the table.
"I wonder how Bors is doing." I say thinking about how mad Vanora was.
"She probably killed him." Gawain answers.
"Can you guy's put me out of my misery as well?" Lancelot asks.
"Don't tempt us Lancelot." I say.
"Leave! Come back in the morning and check if we are alive will you." Galahad mutters.
"C'mon Tristan let's go, and leave them to die." I say overly dramatic. And pull him off, surprisingly he lets me.
"The beer of that old menace is strong." He says. "It floored Bors. I have never seen beer floor Bors. Galahad on they other hand."
I can't help but laugh.
"We are making fun of their misery! That's not very nice."
"You warned them, it's there own fault."
"You didn't drink any." I say.
"You were on my lap." He smirks.
"Now that we're on that subject, why wouldn't you let me get off?"
"I don't know." He says shortly. Suddenly I realize were at our rooms.
"Oh, well goodnight Tristan." I don't really know why but I place a hand on his shoulder and lean up to kiss him on the cheek. I can see the surprise on his face.
"What was that for?"
"I don't know." I grin.
He looks like he didn't really like my smartass comment. I turn around feeling very happy with myself for annoying Tristan. Suddenly his hand grabs my arm and turns me around. He pulls me in a fast movement against him, he lifts me off my feet and kisses me, I gasp in surprise and his tongue took that as plenty of invitation inside. I instinctively kiss him back...I don't know how long we stood there, before he pulled back.
"That was interesting." He says grinning.
I don't really now what to say, so I simply smile.
"Good night." He says as he enters his room and closes the door behind him.
I open my door a little dreamily. Did Tristan, the lonely scout, just kiss me? I change quickly into my nightdress and lay down on my large bed.
"Tristan kissed my." I smile to myself.
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T.BC.
So that's it for chap three, I already started on chapter four!!
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