A/N Hi all and thank you for reviewing. We hope to find some more after this chapter 

First, this is a complete parody of King Arthur, so if you're not gifted with a BIG sense for humor and a lot of tolerance, rather don't read further. We have written this fanfic together, my sister Wintermage, and me, but we really don't own anything or anybody. We have written it just for fun, not for money. We doubt we would receive some anyway. Have fun, read and review.

Texts written with cursive are thoughts

P.S. this chapter is not suitable for Galahad fans!

3. Captured – part one

Lancelot woke up with another nasty headache lying on something hard. Shaking of the floor wasn't helping him at all. He realized, he could move freely. But when his vision cleared, he noticed he was in a big cage with another person although it was still dark. Countless shadows were moving in front and also behind the cage. Due to the noise and smell obviously Saxons. One of them was guiding the only two saxon horses that were dragging the cage.

Lance decided to find out, who's his companion. He moved carefully and then stopped to control, if the Saxons were against it. Apparently not…so he continued.

Considering the size, it was neither Dagonet nor Bors. He gently shook the person's shoulder and whispered: "Hey!"

No reaction came, so he gently brushed the face of the unconscious form.

Shaved, so Arthur or Galahad. By that little nose…Galahad. Why is he not moving?

He was breathing regularly but that was all. Lancelot wanted to find out if and how badly was Galahad injured, so he started to untie his tunic. What he found was really shocking. First, by untying he just felt two bumps on Galahad's chest.

Could it really be?

Luckily, because of the darkness, no one noticed how pale Lancelot got. To be sure, with one hand he reached under the tunic.

"Oh my God!" he hissed, when he supported his suspicion.

"Gawain, that tickles…" whispered Galahad but didn't wake up.

Her voice tore Lancelot from the shock. He tied the tunic back immediately and moved to the opposite side of the cage. He couldn't get his eyes off her and was muttering: "Fifteen years, fifteen years…"

Slowly the day started and the sun occurred. In the light, Lancelot got a better look on her. Now he was aware of all the details he oversaw in the past. Why Galahad never wanted to grow a beard, and they thought he was shaving all the time, the tiny legs they were making jokes about, the incredible cooking abilities, why Galahad never joined them when they were swimming naked in the river. I'm a blind idiot!

In this important moment the Saxons decided to have a break and stopped. Someone threw a leather-bag filled with water inside the cage, but generally they didn't give a damn about their prisoners. Lancelot was drinking some of the water, when a groan disturbed him. Galahad opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Lancelot drinking water.

"Here, have some water, sleeping beauty."

She took the bag and swallowed thankfully. After the refreshing she had a better look on Lancelot and noticed he was very pale and bloody.

"Are you hurt?" she asked.

"Only a headache. You're not having the potion here, do you?"

"Sorry. Not this time. May I take a look?"

"It's only a scratch. But if I get a third hit in a row, someone will pay!"

"Then it looks worse than it is."

"You're not looking better either, sweetie."

She gasped and looked in his eyes. "You!", then her voice betrayed her and she was silently starring on him.

"For how long?" she whispered after some time.

"I woke up as first and you were not moving, so I checked for injuries."

She looked at her tunic. It was tied in a different way than she used to do it. She paled even more, when she imagined how the biggest womanizer of the world touched her. "How dare you! You bastard, you pervert, you -"

"Sorry, if I had known it, I would not have untied your tunic." broke Lancelot the line of her accusations.

"Don't say you didn't like it!"

"I didn't."

Lancelot knew this was indeed the wrong answer. He tried to run away, but the cage stopped him soon. A pair of strong hands belonging to a furious woman started to strangle him. Luckily for him, he was stronger, so very soon Galahad was lying on the floor and Lancelot was sitting on her holding her hands.

"Because Tristan would kill me."

"Why would he d-" realization hit her. "Oh, my God!"

"I don't have to hold you any more, do I?"

"You and Tristan, together…"

"Everybody is having a little secret, dear. What about you, how did you even get here?"

Galahad sighed and started to explain with a defeated voice. "Actually my real name is Guadiana and I'm here instead of my twin brother Galahad. He was too weak when the Romans came, and he was the only son, so I went instead of him."

"Your parents were not against it?" asked a surprised Lancelot.

"We exchanged our clothes and being twins we looked very similar to each other."

"Still I wonder how you could hide it in front of us for so long."

"Well, I was not alone. Dagonet was the first one who noticed. He helped me a lot."

The memory of Dagonet always being on the side of little Galahad occurred in Lancelot's mind. He couldn't suppress a grin.

"How long did it take him to find out?"

"He already knew when we arrived to the wall."

"Anyone else? Although I suppose Gawain knows it as well."

"How do you know?" she asked with a suspicious tone.

"You whispered his name when you were unconscious."

She blushed.

"I wonder for how long have you and Gawain been together?"

"Don't worry, not the whole fifteen years. And what about you and Tristan?"

"We planned to celebrate our 7th anniversary after returning back.

"7th? That's a long time."

"I can't wait to find out what will Tristan steal for me this year. Last time it was Arthur's armor but I had to return it on the next day. If he knew what we were doing with it all night, he would never wear it again."

"After mentioning it, I lost my winter skirt a couple of days ago. You don't know anything about it, do you?"

"The fur was very fine and downy." He saw her look and added quickly: "But I will return it."

"Keep it."

"Well" Lancelot tried to change the subject "is there anyone else, who knows that one of the knights is not Sir, but Lady?" he finished in a conversation tone.

"Actually, Vanora. And Jols. And the old healer that died last year. And I suspect also Trinstan because it is impossible to hide anything from him."

"And he never told me, that bastard!"