Disclaimer: Bla bla blaa I'm not going to waste my creative genus on this, so I don't own King Arthur or any characters that they have made
Upon waking, Carine got ready as usual. She washed her face, slipped out of her nightgown, and into her dress. Then she slowly went out of her house. She knew today was going to be a long day, one that she wish wouldn't come. Her first job of this morning was to go to the market, and buy some food, for tonight's supper. She had the day off, from her bar, and she was glad. She didn't know what she would be if her Lanot come into the bar, with a temper and looking for an explanation. She had almost got to the other side of the town, where the market was, when she heard it.
"Damn thoughs knights, hold a ceremony every time they go anywhere. Even thoughs retired ones." She said to herself. But she knew that she must go because, even if she were to go to the market, no one would be there anyways. So instead, she picked up her skirts and headed to the wall where the "all important ceremony" was to be held.
Once upon arriving to the wall, the ceremony started. A man that she found familiar stepped onto the stage. "People of the wall, I must report of a sadness that will come upon us. Last night a retired member of the Salmation Knights was attacked outside of a bar in town. We think it is either Saxons or Romans back to claim more land." Oh SHIT! Thought Carine, she had made this happen and made people put up their guard for no reason. "And so we would, like some to sign up for a nursing, or doctoring job. Anyone who knows about doctoring and herbs, which could help with the war, which will be quick to waige. Now anyone who would like to sign up for a position please come to me."
In Carine's head she knew what she should do and what she wanted to do. What she wanted to do was flee town, and never have to deal with the shame and guilt which was soon to come as soon as these knights found out there would be no war. But she also knew that she had caused this, and as her mother had always told her, hold strong. Her mother, who had died shortly after Carine reached the age of 11, had taught her the tools of potions of healing. No one knew Carine held such gifts of this nature because that was part of the reason her mother was dead. Found for witch craft, and burned on a pole. It was only Carine who had stayed till the ashes died down.
So as Carine took her last steps of freedom, from a "war" that was thought to have, and was sure to be after people figured out there wasn't really one. But as such she went forward to the knight that had talked on the wall. "Great knight, I would be of use in your nursing station. I know of healers and such." Arthur looked down at this woman that had come before him. She was small but pretty, and had a gentle voice. And almost seemed to be, nervous. He didn't take anything of it though. "Well, my lady we would be glad for your help. If you would just give your name to that man over there we will seek upon you when needed." Arthur turned and started to walk away, but stopped when he heard her voice again. "What, what is of this man that has already been hurt?" She wouldn't even look up, when she said this, and sounded close to tears. "Well, my lady he is being very well taken care of by my fiancé. You can be sure he will be well taken care of."
"Get up Lancelot, I would suspect Arthur is on his way home now." Guinevere had poked her head into Lancelot's room. He just sucked in her breath, and opened his eyes. Before she left his room she said, "Remember now and try to remember what happened last night.
This was not an easy task, as awakening about mid-morning the day after being hit in the head, he could barley remember anything. All he remembered was talking to that beautiful bar maid, and then leaving the bar. Everything after that just seemed to be blank, he didn't know what really had happened, but he knew his head hurt. Damn to the gods his head hurt. It was bandaged now, but he knew without looking that he would have a large bump, and that it was bleeding pretty badly. Every time Guinevere come in and clean it, she would be surprised at how much blood had come form it. Saying that a doctor might need to be called for stitches. But that didn't matter, all that did was getting out of this room, and on his feet. He was penned up here, and didn't know how much more of this laying still he could stand.
And by the time Arthur had come in Lancelot had put him self into, such a mind break that he had fallen to sleep. But being a knight and always having to be on guard, he was a light sleeper. So as soon as Arthur had closed the door, Lancelot was awake and staring at Arthur. "What had happened when you told the people of the expected war?" Lancelot had wanted to know, but more, wanted to know if he had told people about him. "They were shocked, and a few volunteered as doctors and nurses. One was familiar, from the bar last night. Do you remember? The girl giving you all thoughs drinks till you couldn't see straight." Arthur joked. Lancelot sat up, but the rushing sensation wasn't pleasing to his head, so he lay back down. After settling a bit he said, "Yes, I do. She has volunteered?" He said almost repeating what Arthur had just told him. "Yes, but don't think about it now, just rest. Try to remember, it seems not to be coming easy." Lancelot just gave him a glare, and then closed his eyes, and relaxed after he had heard the soft bump of the door being closed.
A/N: Everyone like this one! I know isn't the best chapter but it's basically building up for the next few ones. So keeps it reading!
P.S Everybody must help! I'm running out of ideas to put in the story, all kinds of idea's are welcome. I must get at least 3 good idea's before putting up the 4th chapter!