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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 more or less suitable for all fans!

4. Thoughts

Arthur was very mad at himself, because during the fight he oversaw the Saxon trick. One half occupied the still fighting knights, while the rest vanished with Lancelot and Galahad. It took a long time till all Saxons were lying dead on the ground and the rescue mission could start.

Although the knights meant very much to Arthur, his duty was on the first place, so only Tristan was allowed to follow the Saxons, while the others were riding faster than ever with the message and warning about Saxons to Marcus Honorius. Gawain insisted to follow the Saxons together with Tristan first, but everyone was against it. Arthur argued that he could easily do something they all would regret later, like getting kidnapped as well. Because he was still hesitating, Arthur gave him a direct order and Gawain had to obey. On the way everybody was dealing with their loss in his own way.

Arthur: I am the leader of the knights, it is my duty to bring them back alive. We won't rest until we rescue them. I rather don't imagine the torture that awaits them, the many blows and kicks they will have to take. Oh merciful God please spare their lives and guide them thru all of this, amen.

Damn it! The Saxons couldn't kidnap Bors or Tristan, no they simply had to choose the two prettiest knights in my company! I'm asking myself what do they want them for? But I have to admit they have good taste. Lets see the good side of it. If we're late, there will be two very sad knights in need of comfort I would gladly provide.

Bors: I will kill those bloody Saxons! If they dare to hurt them somehow, the whole Saxon horde will pay for it. And very PAINFULLY. Ruuuuuuuuus!

Dagonet: They kidnapped my baby! Poor little Guadiana, she has never fallen into the hands of enemies before. I hope, she will not do something stupid, like copying Lancelot's behavior. He's anything but a good prisoner. We have to hurry to save them. I rather don't guess for how long will the Saxons be able to stand Lancelot's comments. But Lancelot and Guadiana aren't the only ones who suffer. Gawain and Tristan aren't in a better state either. Tristan can at least hide his feelings, he got used to Lancelot getting kidnapped. Anyway, every Saxon who dares to hurt them is a DEAD Saxon.

Gawain: Hold on, my love, I'm coming! Poor Guadiana, a horde of pervert Saxons on one side, the biggest womanizer of the world on the other! Please, watch your secret well! I still remember how have I found out.

For a moment he lived his past again.

The knights were once again returning from a mission. The young Gawain was very proud of himself, because Arthur said he is very content with him, how much his skills improved. Suddenly, he felt a glare on his back. Again, Galahad was starring at him. What's wrong with this boy? asked Gawain himself for the 100th time. Why is he always looking at me?

Later that evening, the knights were as always drinking in the tavern to celebrate the successful mission. Everybody was slowly becoming pleasingly drunk, when Bors started to describe how he defeated the whole woad army alone and left the rest of the knights behind him as audience. The whole tavern was listening to him including Gawain. He wanted to ask Bors curiously if he really remembers it that way, when he felt the look again. The ale got the better of him and once he got to Galahad, he couldn't stop his mouth any more.

"Stop it! I'm not interested in you!"

"Sorry…"

"Just let me be, I can't stand you any more!"

To his surprise, Galahad bit his lips and ran away. Gawain just wondered what has he said and then continued drinking. One lonely heart was crying the whole night in the pillow.

In the morning Gawain woke up with a bad hangover and even worse feeling he said something terribly wrong.

"I can't believe I really said that. I have to apologize."

Harder done than said, because Galahad with red eyes was avoiding him for the whole day. In the afternoon the sour Gawain decided to make a little stroll to the near lake to clear his head. After reaching the last trees on the shore he noticed a naked slim figure exiting water. Aaaaaaaaa, it's Galahad. He is – she is… He turned back and ran away faster then ever. This night another lonely heart couldn't sleep. Gawain was imagining what has he seen again and again…finally, he decided he has to see it once more.

Morning came. When coming out from his room, he saw Galahad in the corridor. He took his chance and tried to apologize.

"Galahad, wait! I'm sorry for what have I said, I was too drunk to think clearly. Will you forgive me?"

"Just forget it." said Galahad and walked away.

Few weeks passed and Gawain was sitting by the shore, waiting for Galahad to take her daily bath. Finally, she occurred and started to remove clothes. Horny Gawain was spying from the bushes. Oh, how he regretted his harsh words. How would it be to have that fine body lying beside me each nigh? Oh, Dagonet, how much I envy you. She likes you and hates me.

She stepped into the water. Gawain's excitement reached the top. Suddenly, a twig broke loudly next to Gawain. He jumped away and only then realized, he's not hidden any more. Unfortunately Galahad noticed as well.

Gawain returned back to present.

Oh, how grateful I am for the twig. After she stopped chasing me with her sword, we sorted things out and had the best night in our life.

Tristan: Why is it always Lancelot? Hope the Saxons won't injure him too much because I have certain planes for our anniversary. Poor Galahad, this is the first time she ended in hands of our enemy, but I know Lance will take good care of her. I wonder how is Gawain taking all of this. He loves her very much. Who knows, would they be a couple, if I wouldn't break the twig by the lake? I just couldn't stand to see how much they were both suffering. Oh, I'm such a softie.

Over Tristan's head was flying a very satisfied hawk.