I meant to post this yesterday but somehow got distracted. Sorry, heh. It's also really short…sorry for that too. Next chapter will be the last and then hopefully I'll be able to post more on one of my other stories. I'm glad to hear that many of you enjoyed this, I liked writing it back when I did. I had some vivid images of some of the churches and ruins we visited while we were in England. But anyway, without any further distraction, here is this part:
Part 6
"Galahad, slow down, I need to rest a moment," Gawain said as they slowly made their way down the covered path that Lancelot had explored several weeks before.
The younger knight quickly looked to his friend and guided him to a stone bench beside the path. "Are you all right?" he asked concernedly after helping Gawain sit down.
Galahad was actually surprised to hear Gawain laugh softly - it had been so long since he had heard that sound. "Yes, Galahad," he replied, "I'm fine, just a little tired." He looked around for a moment, finally getting his first look of the place they had been staying at.
With a sigh, Galahad sat down next to his friend. He hadn't gotten to see anymore of the monestary either, and even now, when Gawain was much stronger than he had been, his attention was more focused on the other knight's health rather than the doors of the sanctuary before them. It had been and would be a long road to healing, but now both of them were ready to go back to the fort where they could rest better. Actually, Galahad questioned that now. This was a good place to rest, it was peaceful, at least now.
A few moments later they watched the monks in their robes walk down the covered path and through the wooden doors. Gawain watched intently; they didn't seem to notice him though, or if they did, they made no acknowledgement. It was fine with him, he was content just watching. After a few moments, when they had all passed, there was singing. Gawain smiled, "It sounds better from here."
Galahad nodded in agreement, but said nothing. After a moment, Gawain looked over at him and started to stand up, "Let's go inside."
"Are you sure we should?" Galahad asked, helping him.
"Only for a moment, just to look," Gawain replied and slowly made his way to the heavy doors. They opened onto the large sanctuary. The blond knight smiled, though the church was not a part of his people, it still amazed him and he would never forget it. Even Galahad was impressed.
They went back outside and sat on the bench again, listening to the music. Sometime later, Gawain felt a soft weight on his shoulder. He smiled. It was the first good rest Galahad had gotten in a few weeks and his friend wrapped one arm around the youngest knight's shoulders, holding him there as he slept, and they both listened to the singing, even in their hearts when it was long over.