A/N: Once again I present you a scene in the complicated loves of our Knights. (sound soap oprea-ish enough?) Anyway, this chapter is from Little Galahad's POV on the Knights and on his parents.

Question? Should I bring Isolde into this or should I leave her to her own story sometime in the future?

Practice

Galahad watched the Knights as they practiced in the late afternoon sun in awe. He sometimes couldn't believe that he was standing amongst some of the very men his mother had told him stories about. They were his heroes and those of many of his friends in his tribe.

There was Bors, who he had met first and who had made sure he was under someone's watchful eye while his parents duked it out about whatever issue they had with each other. Galahad personally thought they were being silly and told Bors' wife Vanora that but she had just smiled. He wasn't quite sure what she meant. Anyway, Bors had even allowed him to play with his long sword before Elaine found out about it. She wasn't too happy about that.

Then there was Arthur, whom he had meant first after he arrived at the fortress. He seemed all right for an Adult although over worried about something. Apparently he was his mother's best friend's husband and therefore eligible for the title of Uncle but Galahad didn't feel comfortable calling the great man that yet.

Gawain was an interesting character, someone who seemed almost as curious about him as he was about the Knights. He had a loud laugh and was always in favor of fun over work but did the work anyway. Galahad was also interesting, but more for the fact that the man shared his name. He had played a game of chess with him and had almost won before they had to leave for the practice.

Tristan was the man that amazed the young boy the most. He was graceful when he fought, a silent passion about the way he moved. While the others seemed to fight with zeal, he fought with a regal calm that must have disarmed his opponents almost as much as his skill with the sword did. Elaine had told him many stories of Tristan and his hawk, including how the man had nearly died at the famous Battle at Baden Hill.

Galahad's musings on the Knights was broken only by the sudden appearance of his mother rushing by towards her room and his father coming to stand besides him at the edge of the practice ring. The two stood in silence watching the others.

"Can I be Knight when I grow up?" Lancelot only smiled and nodded slightly.

Lancelot, of any of the knights, was the most confusing to the boy. He realized this was his father but he had trouble connecting the man beside him with the man his mother told him about. In the past three days he, as the other knights had, became more human to him but unlike the other knights he still remained a mystery to Galahad.

"Hey, has your mother taught you how to shoot an arrow yet? We can go work at the targets till it gets dark if you want." Galahad smiled, nodded and started to pull his father towards the target practice area.

Hopefully, this gave some insight into the view Galahad has of his father as well as his relationship with the other Knights. I always see Bors as becoming the Big Uncle who enjoys hanging around his own children and those of his friends. He got to play a big part in helping Galahad get to know the Knights and what it was to be at Camelot.

Review Responses:

Evenstar: At this point, he needs to, but then again, she doesn't need to jump to conclusions.

Cardeia: Ah, the tension. And it shall continue for some time, even after the two actually figure out things aren't that bad between them. Thank you for the compliments on my writing. I am glad you continue to enjoy my little experiment:) This chapter was a bit harder to write then the others because it was from Galahad's pov and he sees things a bit differently.