Galahad stared. Galahad rubbed his eyes.
"Lancelot did you see that?" he said in an audible whisper.
"Tristan smiled!"
"Really?" Lancelot answered smirking broadly, said smile quickly fell from Tristan's face and he shot them a glare that could have stopped an oncoming horse. He brushed roughly past Arthur who had joined his knights watching the irritated scout walk out on to the practice field and start firing arrows, quite violently, at the target, hitting the centre then knocking out the previous arrow on his next shot.
"Well he looks happy," said Arthur quizzically.
"He was a minute ago" Lancelot mused.
"That knight…" said Arthur "…will never cease to amaze me. How can one person be so cross?"
Six knights sat at a table.
"Look" Arthur began tactfully "There is rumour of a lot of Woads around the borders tonight and I need two of you on patrol."
"Oh yes" Lancelot said warily.
"Well one of you has to go with Tristan."
" WHAT!"
Gawain coughed having choked on his drink.
" Arthur you can't be serious?"
"Why do you want us dead? Did you not see what he did to the poor target this morning?" Galahad shot, while Lancelot sat stunned.
" Well if it's any comfort to you Galahad, Gawain is going."
"WHAT? Why me? What have I done to you?"
"Just do it, Gawain" Arthur was sick of having to treat with his knights like two year olds.
Gawain grumbled, drained his mug and shooting and evil glare at Arthur he left the room cursing loudly.