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A/N: has been not working for me for several days, so my updating was pushed back. I will no doubt have chapter 3 updated (hopefully FFnet will be good and stya working) tomorrow.

Suffocation

Bors couldn't understand Lancelot. Arthur had received word that a Briton who had joined the Knights had been bothering the King, asking for his daughter Elaine's hand in marriage. Bromwell was an idiot, and known as one very well in the Knight's inner circle where none of the new knights could enter.

So Arthur had asked Lancelot to take care of the matter. For the first time that Bors could remember, Lancelot declined. So instead Bors was going, along with Gawain and Galahad to Corbenic to see if they could get the amorous Bromwell to leave the good Woad Ruler and his young daughter alone.

He had heard many things about this Elaine. Some of the Britons who had moved into the fortress at Camelot (as they referred to it as) called her a witch, that her beauty could cause any man to do her bidding. Guinevere had laughed at this and simply said her friend was an enigma to many people and that was what drew people in. She was no witch. She was simply a girl skilled in battle and in healing (which had earned her the name the grail maiden).

Either way, Bors wanted to meet the friend of Guinevere's that had helped Isolde heal Tristan and Lancelot so they would live. He had not been there, having left to find Vanora and his children. Lancelot had remembered very little except that she had plunged her sword into Cyrnic's chest, throwing the arrow off slightly, enough that it pierced his shoulder instead of his lung. She had helped carry Tristan into the fortress and helped with his healing for a few hours before returning to her people.

Guinevere talked about her highly and kept a correspondence with her. She had managed to help, long distance of course, when Vanora had their thirteenth child and it had been a difficult pregnancy. The birth had been normal but she had a difficult time before and Elaine's prescribed herbs had helped ease the morning sickness and later the pain.

He rode into the village and was met by Bromwell himself, insisting that Bors help him in demanding the hand of Princess Elaine. Bors ignored him, walking towards the King whom he greeted.

"You must be Sir Bors," Pelles began with a smile. "I am glad to see you and your comrades." Pelles motioned for one of his servants to take the Knights' horses into the stables. He led Bors into his home, "We are pleased that Arthur has sent someone. My daughter does not wish to marry Bromwell and I will have no one forcing her hand in this matter. However, Bromwell is being very persistent and I fear that eventually my daughter may simply marry him to get him to leave us alone," he said sadly.

Pelles' five-year-old grandson walked into the room and Bors felt as if the breath had been taken out of his body. He remembered that face, those eyes, and that smile.

They were Lancelot's

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Review Responses:

Cardeia: It is an interesting way of doing things, but it does cause problems. I had trouble with this chapter because of the dialogue pushing it over the limit so I had to take some lines out to get it to 500. The easy part is that the myth, as far as I could find when I researched it, has spaces between the various events so I could write a segment and write only 500 words and not have it continued into two parts. I'm glad you liked the first chapter.

LancelotandTristanbaby: Thank you:) I plan on updating this frequently.

Jael & Sapphire: Thanks for reviewing! I already responded to your comments in AIM messenger but I wanted to thank you again for doing that for me.

evil Jacquie: Thanks first of all for reviewing it. Little Galahad arrives in this chapter, although he won't actually play more then a minor part until a couple parts down the road.