Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character names, save my own original creations. I do not wish to be compensated for this work, nor do I wish to infringe on any copyrights held by any stakeholders of the movie King Arthur. This work is an original creation, based on the legend of King Arthur and his knights.


Scribe Notes:

Ailis-70: You got it. That is going to be an interesting part to write, it was a long time ago, I'll have to drege those memories up and revel in them. I am glad you enjoyed it and here are some fun chapters for you. Lancelot can be very sexy, in that dangerous playful kind of way! I hope to give you another view of Tristan coming up, and I can't wait to get your idea on it. Sorry, don't mean to tease...

Calliann: Thanks you! I am glad I did not disappoint. It was a hard chapter to write since there was such a build-up. I admit I was flushed whilst writing it. Nothing like a manly man giving you what for with his lips.

Winged Seraph: I do too! My first kiss was nothing like that, but my first kiss in LOVE was very much like that. I wrote a short piece on it for one of my workshops, and I dragged it up to use for this chapter. Embellished a bit, of course, but that is creative license. I am glad you liked the description of Lancelot. I had a picture of him standing in his armour, all cocky, on my screen when I wrote that sentence. The way he stood in that armour in the movie was perfect to describe at some point. Ioan's confidence in the portrayal was excellent.

Et Cetera et cetera: You are more than welcome to ask! I shall await it with anticipation. II enjoy encouraging writers to be the best they can. Iam so glad that you have enjoyed the story, and I am honoured that you have reviewed! It encourages me when I receive reviews such as yours in, it moves my pen. There are many many wonderful fan fiction stories on this website, I have read some that far surpass my ability.

I have been researching while writing this story, and have enjoyed learning about "daily Roman life" from which I base. As well, I bring in my own life running a horse farm and organizing a family into the ways of life. It's important to give the tidbits of life to give the story context. And, learning about how people lived back then really makes for interesting research! I intend to take sword handling this winter at the local college, it looks very educational and a better workout than the treadmill!

Sokorra Lewis: I love it when plots come together! I too like Gawain, I think that Joel played a very interesting bit character. Laid-back, rather fun-loving, but brutal, deadly in battle and a bit bitter about life. He is also honorable, and we see that in the bar scene where he says that he is with Arthur. I have a screen from the movie where he is standing amongst Woad bodies carrying his axe and looking through them, obviously tired and panting from a battle. The lookJoel gives Gawain right then sums him up. If you are looking for some good ones of him, check the Outnow.ch website. I see him loving life and living fully. That is why I wanted to experiment with giving him a weakness, his nightmares.

LovelyHeidi: I am happy I help you remember. I endeavour to make people think on their lives, and to cherish the memories, whether good or bad. Those memories I can help you to remember are part of what makes you who you are and that is a wonderful thing!

History2: Confusion will abound for our stubborn lovers. I am looking forward to the next few chapters, I have some ideas to try out. I am glad you liked their kiss. Innocence in Cerys and Lancelot knowing exactly what to "do" to her makes it more fun. What a lucky girl! Cerys did realize her love at that moment, just as Lancelot did when Cerys was doctoring his head bump when she startled him in his rooms. Doesn't make it any clearer for them, just tells them that they have lost the fight not to be in love. Acceptance and courage to voice it are next. The courage to face an uncertain answer is important to them. Will she understand that she is not a tryst to him, will he get past his own self-loathing to realize that she sees more than a killing machine?

I think sometimes I am going through the emotions of falling in love, with our pair. I hope that it helps me give them genuine emotion to the process.

Babaksmiles: Not to worry, thank you for the review! I think M will be ok, I am new to online fiction and as such unfamiliar with ratings. Most 16 years olds read cosmo anyways, and know more about sex than I ever will. Kind of scary in a way, the cover of that magazine.

I am glad you liked the chapter! Here are two more fun ones, where I give some time filler before the next plot event. It's kind of fun, I wanted to write some scenes with drunken knights. Enjoy!


Chapter 26: Questions

Lancelot rounded the corner into the common. A few men were left at tables, most either drunk­enly sleeping or quietly talking. He sought out a new cup from behind the bar and filled it. He would square away with Lorina later. She would understand.

"That was quick."

Lancelot looked up to see Tristan, an apple in his hand. He took a bite, and chewed slowly.

"Give over one of those apples I know you have stashed. I'm famished." Lancelot grumbled.

Tristan flipped an apple to him; he caught it and tore a chunk out of it. "Not what you think." He mumbled through a full mouth, pointing. Tristan nodded.

Lancelot leaned his elbows on the bar and exhaled, bowing his head. Tristan leaned with his back to Lancelot, his elbows also resting on the bar, one foot propped up behind him. The crunching of apples was the only sound as they quietly ate, a seemingly calm pair of men sur­veying the scene. Lancelot thought quietly how looks could be deceiving. Here they were, his thoughts so jumbled and his blood boiling, his companion playing the scout, alert through half-lidded eyes.

"You out in the morning for your run to the coast and back?" Lancelot asked suddenly.

Tristan nodded.

"Need a second?"

Tristan turned his head to look at Lancelot out of the corner of an eye. "Need to get out?"

Lancelot groaned and nodded his head. Out? Yes... out. He would liked to have left then, his need to release this frustration was driving him mad.

Gawain joined them some time later, his empty cup thwacking the table as he placed it on the bar. He was well into his drink and swaying.

"That wass quick." He slurred.

Lancelot raised his eyes to the sky. Did these men think of nothing else? He wanted some peace; he needed to think, and to calm down. He didn't need idiot questions from drunken Gawain at this moment.

"Come on man, whass th'story?" Gawain prodded.

Lancelot levelled a gaze to Gawain. Tristan chewed on yet more apple and looked between them.

"Not going to get into it." he muttered, downing his cup of wine and turning for another.

Gawain burped and steadied himself to the bar. "She turn...turned y'down?"

Lancelot had just about had enough.

He reached across the bar and wrapped his fingers in a fold of Gawain's tunic. He pulled, and Gawain sprawled across the bar, nose to nose with him. He regarded his drunken friend for a mo­ment. Thank the Gods he was on that side of the bar, or he would have decked him by now.

"Sod off."

Gawain hiccupped, and Lancelot let him go. Tristan put out a hand and steadied Gawain as he tottered back from the bar.

"I think it's time to say goodnight Gawain" Tristan said quietly, straightening from the bar, his apple core placed neatly on the edge.

Gawain regarded Tristan a moment, swaying. He blinked a few times, and staggered back once.

"G'night G'wain!" Gawain said cheerfully, then dropped like a stone to the floor.

"Damn." Lancelot leaned over the bar and regarded the now oblivious Gawain. "You want to carry him or shall I?"

Tristan poked him with a foot. "I think it may take both of us."

Lancelot rounded the bar and they each grabbed an arm, lifting Gawain. Gawain woke up briefly and looked to Lancelot. "Gareth?"

Lancelot shook his head. "No, Lancelot."

"Where's Gareth?" He mumbled before he fell asleep again.

They arrived at Gawain and Galahad's apartments. The door was closed, and Tristan held up a hand as Lancelot made ready to shoulder it open.

They stopped. Giggling could be heard from inside. Tristan looked to Lancelot.

"Your rooms or mine?"

"Yours, I intend to use mine this night."

They dragged Gawain further down the row of apartments to Lancelot's door. Lancelot steadied Gawain and turned the lever, opening the door. They stepped sideways in and flopped the drunken man onto the bed, dust clouding out around him. Lancelot lifted his feet up under him, and Gawain flopped to his back, letting out a snore.

"Perhaps he will sleep through the night." Lancelot muttered, rolling his shoulder joint with a hand on top. Gawain was heavy.

Tristan simply looked at Lancelot and turned to leave. Lancelot debated using his saddle roll to sleep on, but knew he would not get any if Gawain began his screams. He would retrieve his thing in the morning before leaving.

He followed Tristan out the door and closed it behind him. The air was now chilly and they stood for a moment, rubbing hands together, breathing into them.

"You going to be alright?" Tristan asked suddenly.

Lancelot nodded. He put a hand out to Tristan and patted his shoulder.

"Get some sleep friend. I have much thinking to do."

Lancelot headed for the common. He still needed that second cup of wine.


Dear Reader:

Poor Gawain. Yet more glimpes into him for you.He is a happy drunk until he sleeps, something I could see in him in the movie.Tristan understanding the need for Lancelot to get out, despite his need to solitude is interesting and I intend to play on that ("tease tease tease" for all the Tristan fans out there).

Onward and Upward to the next!

Cardeia