A/N: Well, I'm back again. Unfortunately, this is a shortish chapter – time has not allowed me to write at all. I've resorted to writing during lessons. I've been told off by darling household adults that I shouldn't be on my laptop so much (typing up HTD). But, finally, I have managed to scrape something together that you should enjoy. And thanks again to my reviewers, you people are AWESOME! Consider yourself loved by the knights xD

So, enjoy xD

Gwenn0: it's good if you think that Lancelot's response to Honor is unexpected, to be truthful, I feel incredibly flattered. I get the whole "why didn't I think of that?" as well…you see, I don't write the characters, they write themselves. It's really quite amazing. Thanks for your praise, I hope you enjoy xD

Wanderer of the Roads: Oh no not you again xDDDD joke. You're my most loyalest reviewer, and I can't live without your rambles to be perfectly fair. Ooh, hows the campaign going? You must give me updates – I'm excited on your behalf. --huggled, huggles back-- she'll recover…eventually. And I don't just mean physically – obviously she has mental scars from everything. I try to make my Lancelot scenes adorable, glad to succeed xD yes, Galahad the Pure is in love xD I can't wait for the wedding…I never said that. Hang on it doesn't matter cos no one 'xpect for me knows WHOs wedding it is xDDD excited to read my Lanceh story…as in the new one? I know about timing. I'm getting very stressed out cos of school at the moment. Jenn is not happy. Oh well, holidays soon so expect to see A LOT of my story (s) out xD til next time indeed my friend xDD --hugsied-- --hugsies--

DirrtyXtina87It's always lovely to have a new review – welcome to the insanity clinic xD I know, I absolutely loathe the lack of Lancelot fics, that's why I'm so glad to have leapt on yours, it's a very good find (in case you're wondering, I love reading your story) xDDD thanks for the kind words and I hope you enjoy.

Having deposited Honor in the tub – Lancelot had closed his eyes as Vanora slid the now-dripping cloth out from underneath Honor - Lancelot hurriedly left his chambers for the safety of the tavern. Slowing down from the long strides he'd been taking, he walked over to the table where the knights were sitting, talking, laughing and drinking.

"Lancelot!" Gawain bellowed.

Then, at Gawain's motion, a barmaid walked over and fluttered her eyelids at the knights.

"Can I help you?" she smiled widely.

"Ale for Lancelot, here," Gawain replied slapping Lancelot on the back and grinning up at the still-standing knight.

"Of course," the maid replied, winking at Gawain.

Gawain grinned again and watched the mid as she moved back to the bar, smiling at the whistles which were directed at her from the tavern's occupants.

"Sit down!" Gawain roared, grinning insanely at Lancelot.

Lancelot obliged him and sat down on the end of the bench.

"Lancelot," Dagonet's slightly drunk voice sounded on the other side of Gawain.

"Dag," Lancelot replied. He then blinked and looked at Dagonet again "Gawain…where's Galahad?"

It was usual for anyone to find Gawain and Galahad together, plotting, flirting, teasing and drinking.

Gawain nodded his head towards the opposite end of the bench.

Lancelot's eyes followed Gawain's gaze.

Galahad was barely sitting on the bench with a red-headed maid on his lap. They were both talking quietly, and the maid was giggling every so often.

"For the night?" Lancelot asked the meaning clear.

"You should have noticed my dear, he's been here with her every night that we've been around for, for the past six months or so," Gawain laughing, slapping Lancelot on the back. Again. Hard.

Lancelot shuffled slightly away from Gawain…and nearly fell off the bench.

"Have you been drinking already?" Gawain's eyes bulged, as he stared at Lancelot who managed to scramble back onto the bench.

"No," Lancelot looked at Gawain.

"You must have been!" Gawain shot back accusingly. "You've been drinking!"

"I have not!" Lancelot glared. "I've been with Vanora and Honor."

"Oho! No wonder!" Gawain crowed. "You're on a cloud due to Honor and Vanora! They've made you this way! They've been making you happy in more ways then one, haven't they!"

Lancelot shook his head quickly, hoping that a certain knight hadn't heard Gawain's mocking drunken happiness.

Bors' head shot up from the opposite bench, on the other side of the table. "Just what have you been doing Lancelot?"

Lancelot gulped. Bors was never a good person to fight, verbally or physically – more often or not he'd left Roman guards unconscious when the knights had been in fights when they were in service to Rome.

"I have been caring for Honor, with Vanora's help Bors," he said, with dignity.

"Sure…" Gawain's taunting tone murmured near Lancelot's ear.

"Lancelot!" Bors roared, his face turning red. He stood up and glared at Lancelot across the table. "Where have you been and what have you been doing?"

"I've been in my own chambers with Honor and Vanora. I've been helping Vanora get Honor into the tub. That's all, I swear on my life Bors. That's all I have done."

Bors stared at him.

"Recently," Lancelot amended.