Arthur looked at Lancelot, lying helpless on the ground speaking to him. "We must find you a medic. And fast. You do not look well."
"I am well enough. Just cuts and bruises. I will live to see another fight. Worry about those who are not speaking. Go to them. Come for me later."
Guinevere broke from her spell and looked to Arthur. " I shall watch over him. Go to your other knights Arthur." Arthur took to his feet and ran to where Bors was sitting with Gawain. "Lancelot, are you sure you are alright." Guinevere said with concern.
"I'm fine. Those who are in worse shape then me must be helped first." Lancelot then turned his head away from Guinevere.
"Take this," Guinevere said as she reached into her belt. She revealed a small bottle of a brown type liquid. "It will help. Really."
"You're not trying to poison me are you?" Lancelot said without looking at her.
"Would I?" Guinevere said as she forced the liqud down Lancelot's throught. Lancelot's eyes closed slowly.
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When Lancelot awoke, he immeadiatley recognized where he was. He slept in his own quarters in Arthur's small castle in Southern Britain. Lancelot rolled to his side, wincing at the sharp pains he felt everywhere. He looked out the window. It was night. She didn't poison me after all thought Lancelot. How long have I been asleep? Hours? Days? Lancelot sat up ignoring the pains once again and looked about his room. He stood with much pain and found the what clothes he could find, which was a pair of pants, and put them on. Limping to the door, he opend it and walked out into the hall. The maids would most likely be awake, he thought. Lancelot started to walk towards the kitchen where the maids gossiped. The walk was tiresome, but he made it there without adeiu. Lancelot walked in and the only one in the kitchen was Michael, the cook.
"Lancelot! Jesus son of Mary, you shouldn't be out of bed," the plump cook exclaimed.
"Yes, I can feel that. But there are too many questions I must have answered." said Lancelot.
"Then by George, sit down. Here, I'll get you some rum to ease the pain yeah?" Michael walked to a barrel and got some rum for Lancelot. He sat across from the knight and passed the rum across the small table. "Lancelot. This is what I know so far. It's been so busy here. We're all taking care of everyone. Even Woads. It's lucky you came to me now because in the daytime it's mad." Michael paused to get himself some rum as well. " Galahad and Bors are in such as condition as yourself. Gawain had a few nasty scrapes but is out and about helping when he can. Tristan...Tristan fought well but he did not make it. We had the funeral as soon as possible. I'm sorry that you weren't concious for it." Michael paused once again to take a swig of his drink. " We were worried for you Lancelot. You looked as if you were going to share the same fate as Dagonet and Tristan. Guinevere came ever so often to administer medications to help. And thank God in heaven it did. Arthur had us praying for you always."
"Praying to his God? I'm amazed it helped." scoffed Lancelot. Michael eyed Lancelot but continued.
"Guinevere and Arthur are to be married as well." Lancelot looked down as Michael said this, but then remembered how he had rejected Guinevere. He liked her, maybe even loved her. But it was useless now. It was over. "The wedding is to be held as soon as this fuss dies down. As soon as they are wed..." Michael paused as if to choose his words, "as soon as they are wed, Arthur will be King Arthur."
"That is incredible. I'm proud." said Lancelot.
"Yeh, you should be." said Michael.
"And this all happend, over a span of how many days?" questioned Lancelot.
"You've been out of it for about four days now. And you best get to more rest. You're not fully healthy yet."
"I guess you're right." Lancelot then finished off his rum.
"Do you need me to walk you back to your room?" questioned Michael.
"Thankyou, but no. I'll manage." Lancelot rose with a grunt and left the kitchen. The hallway was quiet and dimly lit with torches as Lancelot slowly walked back to his room. He laid back down upon his bed and stared at the celing thinking of all that had happend.
-ANNABLA-
"Goodmorning my fair daughter," said King Aurelli to his daughter. "Have you heard of what has happend?"
"Can't say that I have father." replied Annabla jauntilly.
"A battle ended not too long ago at Badon Hill," said the King. "It-" King Aurelli was cut off by his daughter.
"It was between Artorius with the Woads and the Saxons yes?"
"Anabla, never inturupt someone when talking. It is rude."
"Sorry father. Please continue." Annabla stared down at her breakfast.
"As I was saying, yes, it was between Artorius with the Woads and the Saxons. My messenger, Jacoby was witnessing the battle from afar. He said that it was the most extraordinary thing he had ever seen. Artorious' knights fought incredibly, he told me." King Aurelli took a bite of food and continued. " Jacoby was wounded by a Saxon who was trying to retreat and he is unable to do anything that requires walking. I have a favor to ask dear daughter."
"What is it father?"
"I'd like you to go to Artorious' castle and send him word of my congradulations. We live so near. I'd like to create peace between us. The roads are dangerous still and as much as I'd like you to go accompanied. You may not. If you go alone, you will be less noticed. I know that you can take care of yourself darling." King Aurelli winked at his daughter. " Take our finest horse and offer it to Artorious as a gift. If he asks you to stay, accept and send word to me. I will come to you there to meet Artorious after that. Will you do this for me daughter?"
"Of course father. Anything to pardon me from my sewing clases," replied Annabla.
King Aurelli smiled. "Good girl. You've grown so much Annabla. You're mother would have been proud." King Aurelli smiled and patted his daughter's hand next to him.
"I know."
"You must leave tonight-under the cover of darkness. Prepare after breakfast."
"Yes father."
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