The Sun and Moon of House Lyon 6

Lancelot shook the water from his hair and glared at the perpetrator-Dagonet. It seemed that his giant-like friend was doing all he could to get him wet as many times as he could while not making it seem obvious. Of course, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was all apart of Dagonet's ploy to get back at him for the comment about three weeks ago. He smirked. Even if he had to be soaked for hours on end-he'd do it again just to see the Head of Finances' face when he thought that he would not get to touch Fulucina.

When he was wet, but not dripping wet, he walked over to Arthur, who had joined them in the training yard, and said, "It is the sixth month of Delia's pregnancy Arthur. How are you dealing with all this? The kingdom, marriage life, and now the baby, I mean."

Arthur smirked at his friend's wet appearance and answered with a smile, "I have never felt so alive. Just think Lance, in four more months, I'll be able to hold my son!"

Lancelot smiled back at his friend. Arthur, truthfully, did look more alive now than he had ever been while they served Rome. He could understand his king's feelings too. He felt the same. When he served Rome, he simply existed to fight, live, drink, wench, and fight some more. When he met Emogen, he gained a whole new meaning to life and found himself living instead of existing. Now he had a worthwhile job, he had his best friend back, he had a wife whom he loved more than anything in the whole world, and he had a child, a son, on the way.

Distantly, he realized that he could have a daughter, but he had yet to acknowledge this fact. He wanted a son. Not that he'd love his daughter any less, but he wanted a son so he could teach him all he knew about surviving off the land, how to fight, how to wield two swords like him, and how to get under your commanders skin without getting them mad at you.

He smirked. I've had ample training in THAT what with having to deal with Arthur for sixteen years.

He also realized distantly, that having a daughter also meant he could train her too, but with that same thought-a picture of Emogen and a pretty, pixie-like girl with black hair and green eyes appeared. They were fighting with him in the background smiling proudly. He shook those thoughts away. If I have a daughter he told himself firmly her training will be more towards Emogen since she knows more about training the female body. I can train her in a lot of areas, but Emmy would be her main teacher. I just want a son of my own to train and teach.

"Lancelot, are you paying any attention, my friend?" asked Arthur as he waved his hand in front of Lancelot dazed brown eyes.

Lancelot blinked and said distractedly, "Yes, I'm paying attention."

Arthur smirked and said, "Good, because Emmy is here to drag your sorry arse back to your chambers."

Lancelot blanched, shot to his feet, and cried out, "WHAT! WHERE!"

He spun in a full circle with panic clear in his brown eyes. When he spotted Arthur and the other Knights sniggering at him, he frowned and said darkly, "That's not funny! Emmy's on a warpath! I'm trying to stay on her good side and NOT get her angry with me! I DON'T fancy sleeping in the Sitting Room! That bloody couch is lumpy!"

The Knights continued to snigger at him and Seamus teased, "Is Emmy becoming a bit to much for the all powerful Lancelot the Brave? Don't you worry, she'll calm down in another…oh…five months?"

The Knights stared at him in awe. Seamus saw their looks, shrugged, and said blandly but truthfully, "You are my fellow Knights, equals, and countrymen now. If I cannot trust you to watch my back now, how will I learn to trust anyone in a situation later when it truly matters? Besides, Emmy trusts you. That's good enough for me."

Belatedly Lancelot, Arthur, and Tristran realized that Cordelia had said the same thing to them not six months ago when they were just starting to establish the ranks of Camelot. Lancelot smiled at him slightly and nodded his head. I know Emogen will calm down, but she is still a friggen' nightmare to be around when she is angry. She had gotten so bad, that some of the peace negotiations with the Gauls had to be placed on hold until AFTER the birthing.

As he opened his mouth to change the topic of discussion, Dagonet, who had gotten a pail of water to drowse himself and Bors with, walked by him and Arthur. Lancelot eyed the pail warily as he past by with no accidents. By now, all the Knights were laughing their heads off at the First Knight because of his attitude towards any amount of water near him. Lancelot frowned at them all. He pouted and thought to himself it's just not fair! I have a very GOOD reason to wary of Dagonet and water! He's constantly dropping it near me and he's NEVER been such a slippery arse! He was our Gods-be-damned Healer for Gods' sakes! He couldn't afford to be! We might have died if he had been so slippery fingered. I just know this has to be apart of his plan to get back at me, but what's his agenda? It's only water.

As the Knights finished their workout, the Ladies of Queen Cordelia and the queen herself, walked into the arena and stomped up to them. Each Knight felt a swelling of fear build in their bellies. Their wives did not look happy-AT ALL! Each Lady had their fists planted firmly on their wider hips and their mouths were set in a firm unyielding frowns.

Arthur gulped loudly and asked, "Yes, Cordy? Do you need me for something?"

Cordelia's normally friendly sapphire blue eyes snapped at him and she replied frostily, "Yes, my husband. I do have need of you. NOW!"

Arthur jumped to his feet and eeped as he stammered out, "Yes, of course! Shall we retire to our chambers?"

Cordelia frowned even more darkly at him, spun on her heel, and stomped back into the castle with Arthur following her like a lost, kicked puppy dog.

As Lancelot watched his friend go, he had a sinking feeling in his gut. As a flash of emerald cloth entered his vision, he bit his lip and prayed To ANYONE up there…PLEASE let this be an easy job to handle!

"Was there something you need of me, My Maiden?" he asked calmly in hopes of taming his wife's monstrous temper.

She pursed her lips together, tapped her daintily slipper covered foot, and said crossly, "Yes, my husband there is. Or have you forgotten our appointment with Healer Enys?"

Lancelot's eyes widened in shock because he had thought that the appointment was four hours after dawn! He glanced at the sky and felt his stomach sink even deeper into his lower regions-it was SIX hours after dawn-an hour before midday (noon).

"Emmy, I…"

"No, I don't want to hear it! Now come on!" shouted Emogen fed up with her flighty husband. Lancelot gulped as her tiny fist, gripped his tunic top, and yanked him to his feet.

She glared at him and added, "Why are you wet! Do you want to catch your death?"

Lancelot just shut his mouth and glared at Dagonet. His friend looked a bit guilty, but his eyes were betraying him. Lord Dagonet Monies of the House of Hors, Head of Finance and Knight of the Round Table, was taking a perverse pleasure at watching him suffer.

Alma and Ula were glaring with red eyes at their husbands. Tristran didn't even bother to say a word. He just stood up and nodded to his wife. He wasn't at all eager to make her anymore frustrated. Ula harrumphed and stomped back inside the castle. Since she had all her emotions and hormones to deal with, plus all the others, he just silently followed her.

Gawain meekly tried to escort his pregnant wife of two months, but she slapped his hand away and glared even more hotly at him. Instead, he ducked his head and silently followed behind her.

Galahad just paled and rushed to the castle. Some of the other Knights might call him and idiot, but even he knew to go to his wife. If all the other Ladies were upset about something, it was almost certain that Enys was too. Bors and Dagonet just looked at their wives. They had just recently returned from their two-week Honeymoon, and both wished that the Briton winter coolness were upon them.

For the first time in nearly five years, Briton was playing host to a scorching heat wave and both men were smelly and sticky. Vanora was a stickler for cleanliness and Fulucina grew up learning about personal hygiene. The women would never let them touch them without a proper bath. Bors grimaced. He hated baths. But, if he wanted to touch his Vanny, he'd have too. Plus, since he was still struggling with his children's names, he was becoming more and more frustrated as time went by. Dagonet, as usual, just shrugged and moved to go to the royal baths located on the third floor of the castle.

Arthur was beside himself with worry and fear. Cordelia was acting very strangely. If he had to describe it, he'd say she was acting a bit like Emogen did when she was not feeling well. Then it hit him like lighting-Cordelia was experiencing mood swings! He sighed-this he could handle. If he could handle Lancelot in his most prissy of moods, he could handle his hormone driven wife-------he was wrong-to a point.

As soon as they entered the safety of the royal chambers, Cordelia whirled around on him and screamed out, "Where the HLL have you been?"

Arthur blinked and said calmly, "I've been training with the Knights. I maybe King now, but I am still a warrior."

Cordelia crossed her arms and said darkly, "Oh, and you just decided to put the council meetings this morning on hold? All for the sake of your TRAINING! This meeting today was about trade negotiations with the Scots!"

Arthur blinked. He didn't remember scheduling any meetings for today.

"Ah, Cordelia, what meetings? I didn't schedule any for today."

Cordelia frowned and said hotly, "Merlin said he told you yesterday about the meeting."

Arthur frowned, shook his head negatively and answered, "No, he did not tell me. In fact, I haven't SEEN Merlin in almost a week. When was he supposed to come and tell me?"

Cordelia's already deep frown deepened. Arthur gave a silent sigh of relief. At least this time, it's not pointed at me-I hope. He thought with a tiny wince.

Cordelia plunked herself gently on their large bed, and said with crossed arms, "I am sorry Arthur. I guess there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere. Merlin told me he would tell you about it late last night, as we were finishing dinner. I had retired early, if you remember, because I was not feeling well. He met me near our chambers and told me this."

Arthur placed his arms around his wife's lithe form, hugged her to him, and said reassuringly, "Fear not my wife, it is alright. I shall go and find Merlin and straighten this matter out. Also, I shall meet you in the Council Hall for these meetings I have missed. Are Merkin and Duncan still there?"

Cordelia raised watery eyes to his own green ones, and said in a tearful voice, "I should not have grown so angry at you, my husband. It was such a small mistake. I'm sorry for yelling at you and making such a scene. You did not deserve it."

Arthur smiled lovingly down at her, placed a kiss on her quivering lips, and said softly, "Cordelia, my love, your emotions are high and your temper short. It is to be expected-you are with child, my wife. I shall happily have you this way if it means that we are expecting a child made by our love. Now, let's go find Merlin and straighten this out, yes?"

Cordelia smiled happily, all traces of tears gone, and rushed out of the room as fast as her five-month belly would let her.

Arthur, as he followed slightly behind, shook his head in wonder and winced a little. A servant nearby, a man, smiled sympathetically at him, and Arthur sighed. Even the servants knew to stay away from the Ladies of Camelot, and most of the menservants gave each Lord of Camelot looks of sympathy as they walked by. Having five women pregnant at the same time was truly nerve racking.

Lancelot, as he steered down his and Emogen's wing, gulped again as he followed his plump wife. He marveled at how big and, no doubted strong, his son was. Emogen, even though she was a month behind Cordelia in moonbirth, was nearly twice as big. He wished Emogen would tell him some of the whispers Enys, Alma, and Ula told her, but she was adamant at keeping her secret.

Every time he asked how his son was treating her, she would smile slyly and say, 'He is well, my savior, he is well.' Somehow he wasn't quite sure about her answer, but he couldn't find any evidence to disprove it either.

As they entered their bedchambers, Lancelot glanced around and marveled at how quickly the servants decorated it. Their chambers were located in the east wing of Camelot and their chambers could be found in the very center of the wing. The chambers had large floor length emerald curtains that tied up with silver tassels. There were three tapestries hanging on the south, east and west walls as the bed was before the north wall with two large windows gracing the east as well. On either side of their large bed were two tables and upon each of them were candles and flints and flint strikers. They also had three doors that led to their personal Bathing Chamber and the other two doors (wardrobes) were filled with various clothes of varying shades of emerald, silver, black, and white. They also had a Sitting Chamber, a Guest Chamber, two Studies (one for him and one for Emmy-they found out that one study doesn't work for them-they tended to pay more attention to each other and not their work), and six other Bed Chambers not including their own Master Bed Chambers.

As Emogen whirled around to meet him face to face, she over balanced. With wide eyes just starting to panic, Lancelot lunged to her side, and with adrenaline filled strength, pulled her back up to his chest and wrapped two protective arms around her.

Emogen was shaking slightly and he asked soothingly, "Are you well, my Maiden? Should I send for Enys?"

She shook her head and asked with a quivering voice, "Why weren't you there in Enys' Healing Chambers? I told you to be there four hours after dawn."

Lancelot winced, gently pulled her towards their bed, sat them both down with her still in his protective embrace, and said softly, "I'm sorry, my love. I lost track of the time. I was busy helping Galahad assess some of the recently graduated troops. They were to be tested against a fully trained Knight of the Round Table and I was there. The others arrived later after breakfast. Then, when that was finished, the others started to train, and I joined in. Then, Arthur joined us and it was almost like we were back at Hadrian's Wall when we were still young boys training together. It made us all happy and we started to talk about the Knights that had fallen before us. I just lost track of the time. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Emogen placed her still tear streaked face against his neck and sighed. She placed her arms around his waist and squeezed hard.

As she nuzzled his skin, she asked, "Whom were you talking about?"

Lancelot raised an eyebrow at her calm tone, but asked, "Whom were we talking about? What do you mean?"

He felt his beloved wife's eyelashes flutter and knew that she rolled her eyes.

She sighed a bit and asked again, "Which Knights, that had fallen, did you and the others remember?"

Lancelot swallowed as his throat suddenly grew thick with sadness and said softly, "We talked of Kay, Percival, and Beveidere. Kay died only three months before we were freed of Rome, and you know how Percy and Beveidere died." (Reference to Ch. 2 of All Because of One)

Emogen nodded.

He continued, "We talked about how they would have LOVED to be where we are now, and how it seemed unfair to have them die so close to our freedom. But in the end, we just remembered how Kay loved to tease various women and make them blush. He rarely did more than that, but he was more charming than me in that respect. But, he also treated children and older people, especially women, with little respect. He thought girls were empty headed and thought of only husbands and playing house. He thought that older women were scatter brained and needed to be looked after."

He looked down at her closing eyes, grinned and said cheerfully, "I, on the other hand, respected women of ALL ages and earned myself the title of the Handsome Charmer!"

Emogen's eyes popped wide open and she giggled happily as she pushed herself away from him slightly. He let her, but still maintained his hold around her precious waist.

He grinned at her and ended, "We also remembered how shy Percy was around women. He was shyer than Galahad, if you can imagine, and how Beveidere liked to act like a child. Bors' lot loved to play with him. He had the most free time of us all, and he was the most child-like of us."

Emogen smiled at him and then frowned slightly.

Lancelot winced and thought Now, I'm in for it! And I thought I had dodged her wrath this time too!'

She smiled up at him with a straight lined mouth and said in a fake angry voice, "You just dodged that temper tantrum, my husband, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook yet! Since you told me why, I can understand why you missed the appointment. But, if you miss the next one, I'll skin you alive and let the others watch your bony hide fry in the sun-butt naked. Understand me?"

Lancelot gulped and nodded franticly. He would fry the information into his brain and make Arthur tell him three times a day for the next week just so he'll remember. After all he thought with a large wince I like my skin where it is, thank you VERY much!

Okay, this one didn't exactly have Dag's revenge in it, but the first half of his revenge is. I decided to have Dag's revenge be as patient as he is. So, his revenge will be concluded in the next chapter. And I think you'll like it! So the waiting will be worth your while! LOL! I hope you enjoy this segment of the Knights chaotic lives!

Names of Lords and Ladies of Camelot

King Arthur Pendragon Camelot of the House of Camelot, King of the Briton Isles and Head Knight of the Round Table

Queen Cordelia Dragonheart Camelot of the House of Camelot, Queen of the Briton Isles and Lady of Boudicca's Range

Lord Lancelot Shieldguard Lyon of the House of Lyon, Knight Commander, King Protectorate, and First Knight of the Round Table

Lady Emogen Serenity Lyon of the House of Lyon, Lady Ambassador and Queen's High Councilor

Lord Gawain Axelord Wolfe of the House of Wolfe, Senior Master of War and Knight of the Round Table

Lady Alma Peaceful Wolfe of the House of Wolfe, Lady of Medicine

Lord Galahad Weaponsguild Wolfe of the House of Wolfe, Head Arms Master and Knight of the Round Table

Lady Enys Tranquil Wolfe of the House of Wolfe, Senior Lady of Medicine

Lord Bors Chiefton Beran of the House of Beran, Governor of Kameland City-Proper of Camelot and Knight of the Round Table

Lady Vanora Patience Beran of the House of Beran, Royal Caretaker, Governess, and Lady of Kameland City-Proper

Lord Dagonet Monies Hors of the House of Hors, Head of Finance and Knight of the Round Table

Lady Fulucina Lady Hors of the House of Hors, Head Chief and Royal Palace Caretaker

Lord Tristran Sentinel Palðer (Panther) of the House of Palðer, Head of Intelligence and Knight of the Round Table

Lady Ula Healing Palðer of the House of Palðer, Lady of Medicine

Lord Seamus Swordking Orlege (War) of the House of Orlege, Master of War and Knight of the Round Table

Lord Dean Arrowhead Flan (Arrow) of the House of Flan, Master of War and Knight of the Round Table

Lord Connor Arbitrator Truth of the House of Certainty, Head of Regulations and Knight of the Round Table

Duke Merlin Magilos of the House of Battle, Head Advisor of State

Duke Merkin Wise of the House of Wisdom, Advisor of State

Duke Duncan Just of the House of Justice, Advisor of State

Lord Gilly Beran of the House of Beran, Heir to Lord Bors and Lady Vanora of Kameland City-Proper

Lord Alec Hors of the House of Hors, Heir to Lord Dagonet and Lady Fulucina and Head of Finance

Lord Lucus Hors of the House of Hors, Second Lord-to-Lord Dagonet and Lady Fulucina and Page of Lord Gawain, Senior Master of War