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Duo Quadim:

Chapter Three – Revenge

Evani stepped out into the tavern taking the place of her sister – it was time to pay young Galahad back and she had something fairly awful planned. It would have him doubting his own sanity in the end, but would take work from both of them to pull it off. They had not done this since fooling an over-sexed village boy back in Sarmatia when they were 13….

She walked up the knights table and collected the empty pots; literally as she got back to the bar Mira went up with full ones, as suspected Galahad looked blearily up at her "Dat wasss quick!" he slurred.

"Nay, I have been gone almost a quarter of one hour…" Mira admonished "But kind you are to ignore my short comings." She smiled winsomely as Van ensured the young barmaid in his lap became otherwise engaged on the other side of the tavern, along with any others at the table.

"I'm sure I could think of a way for you to thank me properly…" he beamed suggestively forgetting now his earlier thump and only remembering the soaking he had "I do not mind another beer bath so long as you administer it kind lady!"

Evani had to clench her fist to not hit him again…..insolent young pup! She laughed silently as Lancelot cuffed his head "If she dossnot knock your 'ead off pup, I would – she isss a lady, forget it not or feel my…swww….my sww…." He flapped around on his back for his swords, but tired of it and pulled a dagger instead "my dagger!" Evani's heart tugged and she wanted to go hug him again.

Van held her arm "Wait for your sister wench! Your feelings for yon dark knight will be both your undoing this night if you are not careful….and we have not had half the fun I intend yet!" she smiled.

As Mira stepped back Evani walked forward to collect the empties; the knights all looked up in shock "Back already?" Lancelot slurred in confusion, she felt sorry for him and ran a hand over his brow; he pressed his head into her palm, she leant and kissed his forehead, they both started at the jolt as her lips touched his skin.

Tristan noted them both look startled as she stepped away confused. Lancelot rubbed his forehead and Evani her mouth. Gareth had once told her that when two kindred souls met, the shock of recognition could be felt, was that it? She wondered, shaking her head slightly to clear it.

A hiss from the rear brought her back to the matter in hand "Aye, but you have just had a refill Lancelot, however Galahad is sadly falling behind you….." she tried to save her favourite, and smiled kindly at the young knight "Pup that he is, it seems he cannot keep up with the wolves!"

As they had suspected Galahad had bridled and had downed not one but two tankards in the time it took Bors to down one….even Van looked impressed; she nodded to Evani, time for stage 2.

"Galahad? I wish to speak with you outside." Evani whispered suggestively into his ear, making sure she was not overheard. His eyebrows shot up so quickly that Mira thought they'd spring off his head; she held her nose to stop herself from laughing.

Evani stepped outside with Galahad, as Mira went to the table and busied herself making sure that all the knights could see her.

Outside Evani was struggling not to kill Galahad. He had now been running down the others as substandard lovers, knights and general fighters and building up his own prowess. If he was to be believed, which she sorely doubted, Galahad had saved the knights from everything from Woads to a two-headed dragon.

But as he was a modest soul he, apparently, had let them take the credit! Lancelot had come in for a lot of his ire along with Tristan – as two of the older ones who would never cut him a break in training he felt now was the time to impress their pretty new friend by trying to make them look badly compared to him. Unfortunately he had picked on the two knights she especially liked, one in particular.

As he tried to kiss her, she idly wondered how upset Arthur, or her sister for that matter, would be if she cut his throat now ….after all, murder had not been part of the plan, but he had denounced Tristan too and her sister seemed to like the silent scout as much as she herself liked Lancelot.

She shook her head, nay it was the drink talking and, for all the facial hair, he was indeed a young pup and they were always prone to bragging.

She stuck to the plan and as he kissed her (she tried to think of another knight's lips pressed to her own purely to stop herself throwing up into his mouth, no other reason) she once more punched him hard in the face, again knocking him out. She made sure she hit him in roughly the same spot and all the evidence he would have on the morrow would be a slightly darker bruise.

She laid him down carefully and stripped him naked; she trotted swiftly to his room with his clothes and was back in minutes. As she reached the back of the tavern she gave the signal to Vanora who in turn signalled Tristan and Mira. Time for stage 3.

Vanora bustled up, this time the beer had been laced with herbs supplied by Mira to sober them slightly enough to not only find their comrade but ensure he never forgot it!

"Where's Galahad?" she asked nonchalantly.

"I…." Arthur looked blearily around and his eyes alighted on Mira "I thought he was with you?" he thought again for a moment "But nay he can't be - for have you not been here the whole time?"

Snap! The trap had shut, with poor young Galahad it's defenceless, and now clothes less, victim, "Aye that I have, for have not you all seen me?" She looked round the knights who all nodded.

Tristan, watching all this from the other end of the table, could not believe the military precision they had carried this out with. He began to wonder if the Romans should not have conscripted them as well…..

She stayed at the table as Van went to the back of the bar to speak with Evani. "Right I'll wake him up…." she said.

She stepped outside to see the younger knight already on his feet and looking frantically for his clothes "GALAHAD!" She cried knowing, after the previous events in this alley, a shriek from her would bring all the knights running –as indeed it did.

As predicted he tried to blame Mira, who ensured she came with them, "It was her! She took them!" he cried pathetically.

"Nay, she could not" Lancelot swayed but spoke emphatically – despite the fact that, with the exception of the scout, they had each drunk enough to bring a lesser man into an alcohol induced coma "for she wass wiv us all a time…"

"Aye!" nodded Arthur so vigorously that he nearly fell over, if the smirking Tristan had not steadied him "She was that…were we not just speaking of it, lady?"

"Aye….that we were…." She looked sadly at Galahad, about to pay him back for insulting her sister "to accuse me so….and me mourning my brother, your comrade's, death….." a single tear slid down her cheek as one hand rushed to her mouth; the other reaching out as if to steady herself on Tristan's arm . Evani shoved an apple in her mouth to stop from laughing, Mira was always better at the tears than she.

Lancelot bridled "YOU MADE HER CRY NOW!" he cried angrily, and Mira almost liked him…. for a moment…almost. If only he were not so drunk, she thought sadly -as Evani swelled at his annoyance for her and only just stopped herself from hugging him.

"Where are my clothes!" Galahad ignored them.

"We know not…." Dag replied, trying to vainly focus on the young knight. He was not used to being this drunk –like Tristan he drank little, keener to keep his wits about him. He and Bors were almost leaning on each other; to the point that Van thought if one fell, they'd both go over.

Arthur had now taken to using the wall to support his large frame, as he'd found the world was beginning to tilt at angles he wasn't best happy with, although he was sliding rapidly to the floor until once again the scout propped him up.

Evani, Mira and Van had found that whilst enjoying the young knight's discomfiture, they were enjoying the drunkenness of the knights more; particularly ones like Dag and Arthur who rarely drank to excess.

"Where. Are. My. Clothes." Galahad begged.

"We. Don't. Know." Mira reiterated, slowly as if talking to a child of 2 summers.

"They're not here…." He caste his eyes about once more as if they might miraculously leap out at him.

Mira looked down at where his hands were covering his manhood "One should do…."

"What?" he looked confused.

"One hand….to cover your modesty. I do believe you're being hopeful using two…." She looked at him as he vainly tried to work out if she were insulting him. "It matters not Galahad. Let us take you to your room and get you settled, we will help you look for your clothes on the morrow, will we not Van?"

"Aye….of course." The knights were all too drunk to realise that Mira was leading the poor young man on a long tortuous route to their rooms, just to ensure as many saw him as possible. Evani followed, but kept well out of sight.

"Did you not have a cloak I could borrow?" he whined eventually – his cheeks scarlet, even under his beard.

"Nay I never brought it – well, I knew not that you would lose your clothes, else mayhap I would've remembered…" she tried very hard not laugh.

Each knight held the other up and it was only then that the three women realised just how drunk they'd got them, with the exception of the sober Tristan, as the 6 of them weaved their way to their rooms.

As they entered Galahad's room, there neatly folded on the bed were his clothes. "Goddess Gal, you must have been drunk brother – you even folded them up!" Gawain exclaimed incredulously.

"But…...but….." Galahad stammered, before slumping onto his bed muttering "I am never, ever drinking again!"

The women put the other knights to bed; Evani getting lumbered with both Lancelot and Arthur. She decided to move Arthur first. As she lowered him onto his bed he turned to her with earnest eyes "Do you think I'm boring Lady?"

She softened at the drunken man before her; she saw the insecurities and worries that harried him and felt sorry for tormenting him so "Nay my Lord, I do not. I see a good and kind man who I would be proud to call friend." She whispered, kissing his cheek "but mayhap you should allow your sense of humour to show through more often, for I feel you could be fearful funny if you wished."

He nodded before passing out.

She then got Lancelot to his room, as he collapsed onto the bed he brought her down with him in a tight hug and then held his finger to his lips "shhhh….I won't tell." He muttered, hazy eyes smiling at her.

"What?"

"I won't tell anyone you have a heart…I just wished it was mine…." He kissed her lips and both felt the jolt again; though he barely registered it before he passed out, falling back onto his pillow.

Evani on the other hand, sat there in shock; eyes wide, and her fingers from one hand on her lips, the other hand over her heart….

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Meanwhile with the help of Vanora and Tristan, Mira managed with the other knights. Gawain was little problem as his room was directly next to Galahad's, and Bors just went leaning heavily on Vanora. Which just left Dagonet, who Mira was terrified of passing out and crushing her in the process of getting him to his room at the end of the hall, across from Tristan's, considering his size. With one on either side of him they managed to get him into his room with little problem.

He fell into bed and Tristan, being the friend he is, threw a cloak over him before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned to find Mira, looking sadly at all the doors, her hand resting over her chest, fingering something through the cloth of her dress.

"Which room was his?" she asked, knowing the scout would know her meaning.

"This one," he took her by the elbow and led her to the room across the hall and one over from Dagonet's. The room next to his own, and opened the door, letting her step inside. He paused to light a candle as she walked further in, the room becoming awash in the pale yellow light emitted by the flame. Slowly she looked around, noting that it looked the same as Dag's, Gawain's and Galahads had, only plainer.

Walking over to the bed she let her fingers gently touch the pillow, imagining what he had looked like sleeping there, his hair tousled in his face, clutching half his pillow to his chest while she and Evani could sneak up on him and awake him with a cold bowl of water to the face, or begin to jump upon the bed.

"We came at night to surprise him," she said, tears in her voice, unsure why she was telling the scout this, but telling him nonetheless. "We were going to find him, and watch which room was his. Then in the morning we were going to sneak in, as we did as children, and give him a fright." She smiled fondly at her and her sister's plan, proud that it had been one she had actually come up with. Evani had always had the good plans, but this one was all her own.

She turned to face Tristan now, her hand still resting over her chest, the other hugging herself tightly as tears pooled in her eyes. "It's funny, I almost expected it to be different. Have a bit of him still inside," she had a sad smile on her face as she thought on how foolish that sounded. He had been dead three years now, they would not have kept it for so long.

Tristan, much to his own shock, felt his heart going out to the young woman before him. His closest, dearest friend's baby sister. Despite Gareth's stories of her, she looked so frail, as if she would crumble at any moment under the immense grief she was feeling. And that made him desire to protect her more than ever. "Come," he said, holding out his hand towards her.

Detangling her hand from her waist, her other still clutching at the pendant beneath her gown, she reached out and took his hand, the familiar jar tingling at her fingers and up her arm, but she did not waiver as he lead her from the room, only releasing her hand long enough to close the door, before taking it up again and walking her to the door leading to his room.

"Close your eyes," he said, watching as she looked at him oddly for a long moment. "Trust me," he added, coming to stand behind her.

"Only because my brother did," she said after a moment, closing her eyes. She listened as he opened the door and then felt his hand going over her eyes and his body pushing against her own, pushing her towards his room. The electricity running through her body was almost too much to bear at the touch of his skin against her own, but she remained determined not to succumb to it, despite that it tingled down into the very soles of her boots. "Where are you taking me?" she asked as she heard the door close behind them.

"Trust," he answered and she felt him lean over as if setting down the candle, and his other hand coming up to her waist to direct her better to the centre of the room. When he was satisfied with her position, he pulled his hand away and told her to open her eyes.

As she did, she gasped in shock and her hand rushed to her mouth. There, above the mantel in Tristan's room hanging on the small wall, was the tapestry she had stitched for Gareth before he had been commissioned. It wasn't very good mind you, as she was only six when she had created it. The stitches were uneven, and it did not have a very true picture in it at all, but he had said he would cherish it always and tucked it into his pack. Evani, who had never been one to sit still long enough for such things, as she was always running about the village, thrashing with anyone who would dare kick dirt near her shoes, had laughed at it, but Gareth had truly seemed to love it, which had made her feel so proud that day.

"My picture," she breathed, reaching out to touch it, her hands running slowly over the textured material.

"He told me his youngest sister made it for him," Tristan said after a moment sinking tiredly onto the bed. "He sounded so proud of it, that when he died, I knew he would not want it buried with him, for no one to admire again."

This did it for Mira, who had been rather proud of the way she was holding together, only crying before her sister or her brother's grave. But this admission from the scout sent her over the edge, and the tears began to fall freely, her body jerking slightly as she sobbed.

Tristan was on his feet in an instant and at her side. "Mira what is it?" he asked, confused as to why she would become so distraught. He thought the story would have made her happy.

As soon as he was near enough she threw herself against him, sobbing into his chest. He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do before wrapping his arms around her and rocking her gently, his head resting next to her ear as he murmured nothings, trying to sooth her.

Gradually her sobs subsided, and as she kicked herself internally for being a daft softie, she felt something beneath his shirt. Ignoring his shocked look, she pulled back and began fumbling with it, finally pulling out the dragon pendant that was kept hidden beneath the clothing.

Her eyes went wide as she fingered it and looked up into his face before back down at it, turning it over to see a large 'G' carved into the centre of the back as well as a small 'ch' carved at the top. Without a word she reached down the front of her gown and pulled out her lion, turning it over and showing him the 'M' and the small 'mu' before she placed them next to one another.

Tristan had always noticed the strange set of grooves on both sides of the pendant, but had never known what they meant, and Gareth had adamantly refused to tell anyone who asked, saying that it was his secret and he would like to keep it. He watched as Mira used the groves on one side of her pendant to lock into the ones on one side of Gareth's, her face a mask of concentration as she worked.

He looked down and saw that they fit together perfectly. Looking from the pendant to Mira's face, he saw the small smile that appeared there. "Evani's is a wolf and has an 'E' and an 'ly' at the very top of it," she said softly, running her fingers over the other side almost lovingly, wondering where her sister was.

"Muchly," Tristan muttered, bringing his hand up to her own, running his callused fingers up her soft, slender ones, before coming up around his neck, about to take the necklace off. Mira's hands rushed up to stop him.

"No," she shook her head, locking eyes with the scout, this time not breaking his gaze. "He would want you to keep it," she said adamantly, before looking down and releasing the two charms and tucking hers safely back into her dress. She was quite for a moment, before she looked up at him again and smiled. "Thank you for showing me this," her voice was almost a whisper when she spoke next, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Tristan wasn't sure what possessed him, but it was as if someone had grabbed hold of his head and turned it at the last possible instant, allowing him to capture her lips with his own. She stood there in shock for a moment, the electricity still there, but dutifully ignoring it as she kissed him back, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. After a moment they broke apart, only slightly breathless as they gazed at one another.

"My sister must be worried," she said quickly as he opened his mouth to speak, disappearing out the door before he could say another word, and rushing down the hallway. She had to tell Evani.

Tristan watched her retreating form for a long moment, his face impassive but his eyes whirling with emotion as his fingers came slowly to his lips.

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Mira rushed into her and Evani's room to find her sister already there, pacing quickly, awaiting her return.

"You'll never believe what I have to tell you," they said together, causing a familiar grin to pass over their faces.

Again together, "What?"

This was going to be an interesting conversation from the sounds of it already. Shaking their heads in unison, creating an eerie picture for any possible on lookers Mira finally spoke. "You first."

"Very well, you'll never bloody believe what just happened in Lancelot's room," Evani began, her arms waving wildly as she told her of the kiss she and Lancelot had shared, and his words to her.

"My Goddess how strange," Mira said, sinking onto the bed. "I was just about to tell you that Tristan just kissed me as well" her fingers unconsciously going to her lips, smiling at the memory.

"Where?" Evani asked, sinking onto the bed next to her sister, thoroughly intrigued.

"In his room. He took me to Gareth's and then to his own to show me the tapestry…he kept it all this time," she began only to be interrupted.

"That God awful thing?" Evani asked, a disgusted look appearing on her face at the memory of the aforementioned gift.

"Gareth loved it," Mira bristled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now if I may continue, he showed it to me and I broke down and started crying like a babe, and when he was comforting me…Oh Evani he has the pendant!" she added, her train of thought veering.

"The dragon?"

"Aye. He tried to give it to me but something told me Gareth wished him to have it. Anyway, it was then that he kissed me and I felt this shock…"

"Like lightening racing from his skin into your own?"

"Aye, how did you…"

"Because I feel it every time Lancelot's skin brushes against my own," she admitted quietly. "Do you think what Gareth used to say was true? About the kindred spirits?" she asked after a moment.

Mira merely looked at her, confusion on her face before she shrugged in response.

Both sisters sat in silence for a long moment, contemplating what they had just learned before they asked each other as one, "What could this mean?"