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Chapter 7: Jests

In celebration of Tristan's improving health, a large dinner was served at the round table that night. Arthur and the knights along with Syeira, Guinivere and Vanora all sat eating happily. The wedding had been drawing closer and the preparations consumed everyone at the fort. The conversation at the table involved the futures of the land. That was until Syeira decided to start talking.

Lancelot wore a smug smile the entire time. Syeira, who was sitting across the room from him with her brother, had quite enough of it.

"Dammit Lancelot! Wipe that stupid look off you're face! You're grinning as if you've had the pleasure of being the first man to see me naked!"

"What!" Tristan almost broke the glass in his hand. His voice signalled he was on the road to becoming very, very angry older brother. He was already on edge about her little joke about Gawain but he wouldn't put it past Lancelot to try something on his sister.

Things were going to get ugly fast.

"Yeah, the ass decided to intrude on my bath today." She said making no attempt to be modest.

Galahad was trying his hardest not to burst out laughing that second. Beside him, Gawain was biting his bottom lip while hiding his smiling face.

Lancelot was for sure in for it now.

The eldest, Bors, laughed heartily at the expression on the scout's face, while Vanora frowned at the flirtatious knight in question. Arthur and Guinivere remained neutral but the commander shot a meaningful glance at his friend.

Lancelot decided that he was far enough away from Tristan to produce a witty remark.

"Well if I'm not the first, than who was?" Syeira noted that Tristan's hand was inching closer to the knife beside his plate. She reached out and covered his hand with hers and put it back on the table.

"Well if you must know. Tristan was." Lancelot choked on his wine. If Tristan could blush, he probably would have been a nice rosy shade of pink that moment.

Galahad couldn't help it anymore and doubled over laughing, soon followed by Gawain. Even Guinivere cracked a smile. Arthur just shook his head, after all these years there was finally some one who could match Lancelot in verbal combat.

"I don't see what was so funny? It wasn't like that! He's my brother!" Syeira paused as a wicked grin played her features. "But then I can't forget all the others before you Lance. The attractive stable boy I met when I first arrived, of course there were some back home. Oh, there were some." She elbowed Vanora lightly in the side, winking at her. Now she had another person laughing. "And you can't forget Galahad and Gawain over here. Last night, well I must say, I've never had two at once before." The pair instantly ceased their chuckles and looked petrified as Tristan's lethal gaze was now set on them. Lancelot look dumbfounded but Syeira just smiled.

"How did I miss that? I passed out didn't I? Wha-wh, no! " Lancelot began to protest like a child who missed out on his favourite game which wasn't too far from the truth.

"Don't over-react Lance. Tristan, don't think I can't see you out of the corner of my eye. Put the knife down. I was just kidding about those two fools over there." She gestured in the direction of the two younger knights who were looking relieved that they wouldn't have to suffer the wrath of Tristan. "I don't even remember how I got in Galahad's room, but I swear we were all fully clothed." By now Bors was the only one laughing, and slamming his fist on the table to boot. "And the stable boy was cute but never going to happen."

"What about the some back home?" Tristan asked, his voice tense. Syeira stretched out her arms and yawned, completely disregarding her brother's question.

"Dinner was great but I think I'm going to head back to my room for a bit. Nice talking with you all again. Lets go get drunk later. What do you say?"

She got up from her seat and headed for the door. Being sure to take the long way around so she could smack Lancelot upside the head on her way out. Everyone was speechless when the door closed.

"I want to marry that woman." Said Bors jokingly, but impressed with the Sarmatian woman none the less.

Vanora swiftly followed Syeira's example and hit her lover in a similar fashion.

Dinner was finished with an uneasy silence after that. Three particular knights made sure they kept one eye on the scout's knife, just in case.

Syeira laid back in the middle of her bed, with arms behind her head. A satisfied grin plastered on her lips.

'That was too good. Lancelot's face was priceless. Too bad Tristan is going to have my head later. '

The door to her room immediately burst opened, revealing two handsome knights who pushed their way in.

"I can't believe you did that!" Exclaimed Galahad. The young, astonished knight collapsed beside Syeira on the bed.

"I thought Tristan was going to kill us!" Syeira scoffed at the tawny haired knight in the doorway.

"He wouldn't have done anything to you. He already had some idea that we all woke up together. I just wanted to see you two squirm a bit."

"Oh, that's comforting." Remarked Gawain. "Great friend you are." He crammed onto the bed on Syeira's other side.

The three Sarmatians stayed like that for a while. Each had the same puzzled look on their face but said nothing none the less. They were all thinking the same thing.

"Gal? Gawain?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do either of you actually remember what happened last night?"

"You kissed Gawain!" Syeira shook her head at Galahad and hit him in the stomach.

Gawain scratched his head. "Nothing really, just lots and lots of wine."

"Oh, that's comforting." Syeira mocked.

All at the same time the trio burst into laughs. Only something like this could happen to them.

Syeira propped herself up on her elbows.

"I almost feel sorry for Lancelot. He was already fearful enough around brother. Can you imagine him now? He probably won't be able to sleep at night knowing Tristan is only down the hall."

"I think he's lucky." Galahad admitted.

"Yeah, lucky Tristan didn't kill him the moment he found out what he did."

"Wouldn't you have traded places with him before, Gawain? I would've." The young knight said with a devious smirk.

"That's it!" Syeira swiftly pushed Galahad off the bed. He landed with a dull thump and a groan. His best friend and his attacker just laughed.

"What was that for!"

"I knew what you were getting at, you sick little man. Starting to sound a bit desperate. Wouldn't want to turn out like Lance now. See where that got him."

"Well if it meant seeing yo-"

"Don't finish that sentence, pup. That's no way to talk to a lady." Syeira dramatically gasped and clutched her chest.

"Gawain, I thought you were my friend. Calling me a lady. I'm hurt you think of me that way. I am in no way refined,"

"You got that right." Quipped Galahad.

"Or of the upper class. I'm a woman you hear, not a lady." He looked at her and shrugged with a smile.

"Woman it is."

"Who wants to get drunk?" Asked Galahad from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I do." Syeira announced sitting straight up on the bed.

"Definitely not a lady." She shot Galahad a warning glare.

"I have some post victory gloating to do. Where do you think Lancelot is anyway? Hiding from Tristan or trying to woo some easy bar maid?"

Galahad sat up and looked at Gawain.

"Both" They replied together.

She could just picture Lancelot in the darkest, most hidden corner with a maid on his lap, trying to be charming while utterly petrified of seeing her brother.

"To the tavern!" Syeira declared as she pointed to the door.

A/N: I don't know if I went a little over the top with this chapter, it seems like too much dialogue but that's just me. I just wanted a complete chapter that was all humour before the story started getting a bit more serious. Review Kindly!