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Shyare woke up to a soft knock on the door. She groaned and untangled herself from the covers. The long tunic down to her knees was getting in her way. She slowly unlocked it to look at a very awake Scout. She dropped the hand that had been rumpling her already crazy hair.

He looked past her, "Where are the children?"

Shyare widened her eyes and looked back. They were gone. She pushed past Tristan and nearly fell, catapulting herself off the wall she began to run very tiredly. She ran down to the stables and took no notice of the people staring at her like she was insane. As she looked in each stall, she suddenly felt someone place a hand on her shoulder. She turned and barely contained a yelp as she looked up at a smirking Lancelot.

"Is this what you will be wearing every day?" he asked while walking around her in a circle and studying her, "Because I must say it is a very intriguing style."

"Lancelot!" she said while ignoring him and looking up with pleading eyes almost in hysterics, "Have. You. Seen. The. Children.?"

"As a matter of fact I have," he said while placing an arm around her shoulder and leading her away from the stables, "The twins are in the practice arena with Bors's bastards. Danu is with Vanora in the pub."

Shyare nodded while getting her thoughts straight. She suddenly felt herself be lifted and struggled against Lancelot's grip. He dropped her in the trough for the horses. He set to tying each of her arms and legs to a corner. She looked up at him with a glare. Her sopping wet hair hung over her face as she tried to blow it away.

"A very becoming look," Lancelot said while studying her with crossed arms, "The water definitely enhances some of your better features."

Shyare's eyes widened. It just set in that she was wearing a white shirt, always seeming to choose the wrong times to wear them. She began to struggle. She was about to yell for help when Lancelot tied a rag around her mouth.

"We'll see how you feel about this," he said while while standing back to look at his work. He was walking away when he suddenly turned around, "I almost forgot...a good-bye kiss."

He gently leant his head down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He winked and quickly turned around to saunter away while whistling. She could see the hop in his step. She struggled for a few more moments and finally lent against the rough wood while closing her eyes. Shyare felt shade cover her and looked up to see a Galahad with wide eyes.

"Where's the water?" Gawain yelled from the stables while walking out to see what was holding his fellow knight.

His face had a mask of pure horror overcome it. He stepped back and tried to clear the image from his mind. Galahad began laughing and dropped onto the ground while rolling in the dirt. Eventually Bors showed up and shook his head.

"Had a bit of fun last night?" he asked her.

Dagonet and Arthur seemed to show up minutes after. She glared at him with daggers. Just her luck, everyone except Tristan to view her humiliation.

"I don't believe this is proper behavior of a knight," Arthur said with a frown.

Shyare began to violently shake her head. She looked up with pleading eyes.

"I could actually leave you here," her commander continued, "But I won't, its too bad of a reputation for all the knights."

He and Dagonet worked off the ropes and helped her out of the trough. She quickly undid the gag, "This is Lancelot's doing," was all she said while stalking off towards the knights' quarters.

A/N: I'm going to leave it here. So, what will Shyare do? Is there trouble to come?