A/N: To all my readers, I'm terribly sorry for the wait. Hectic around here. I've managed to start two new stories, and am also trying to work on my King Arthur fics. Well, I hope you enjoy this. Please forgive me, and review!

(Starts right after end of chappy 12)

As Shyare stalked off towards the knights' quarters, a trail of water was left behind her. A few of the local people stared at her trying to hide their laughter. A loud Roman openly remarked about her attire and form. Shyare stopped while tensing up. She slid her knife from the arm holster and spun towards him. The Roman was about to make a comment, but a knife embedded itself against the wall, not even a centimeter from his head. His eyes widened and he scurried off with his friend.

"That'll be your head next time!" Shyare called after him in an angry rant. A string of curses followed.

"My my," a voice said from behind her as she pulled the knife from the wall, "That isn't very ladylike talk."

Shyare slowly turned to face Lancelot. He leant against the wall, all smiles. Shyare smirked seductively while stepping towards him. She slipped the knife in its holster and began to twirl a piece of hair between her fingers. Lancelot grinned and stepped towards her. She just kept smiling while wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I knew you'd finally come to me," Lancelot said while kissing her cheek and pulling her closer.

"I couldn't resist you much longer," Shyare said while playing with his curls.

He continued to kiss her neck, as Shyare silently slipped her knife out of the arm holster. Just as Lancelot was about to say something she kneed him in a very sensitive place. Lancelot yelped and dropped to the ground. He saw the knife with widened eyes and struggled to move away. Shyare only shook her head with a smile. She sat on top of his chest and began to saw off the perfect curls.

"How do you like being down there?" she said while taking more of the locks off.

Lancelot finally gained movement and shoved her off. He reached looked at the ground and saw all of his hair spread about over the stone. He tentatively reached for his hair, he felt the short curls near his skin. He suddenly felt a bald spot and looked at her with a face of horror. Shyare waved at him and blew him a kiss as he fainted. Seeing that her job was done, Shyare walked towards her room whistling.

As she entered her room, she closed the door and took off the wet tunic. She pulled on dry clothes and shoes while heading down towards the tavern. A person rushed by her as she entered. She smirked as she saw Lancelot on his knees infront of Vanora begging her to fix his hair.

"Lancelot," Shyare said while standing next to him and patting his head, "Don't sink to that level. It doesn't suit you."

Danu sat on a stool trying to stifle her laughter. Vanora shook her head and frowned at the now hysterical Lancelot. It was perfect timing, all of the knights entered the pub. Galahad and Gawain rolled on the floor with laughter. Arthur stood shocked and speechless as Tristan crossed his arms and smirked. Dag and Bors nodded and lifted him to his feet while handing him an ale. Lancelot sniffed and sipped sadly while feeling his pitiful hair cut.

"There's only one thing to do," Bors said with a stern look, he pulled out his own dagger.

Vanora nodded and brought a bowl of water and soap. Lancelot's eyes widened as he tried to run. It was bad enough having a bad haircut, but being bald! Never! Dag held him down as Shyare gladly poured the water over his head. Vanora roughly scrubbed what was left of his hair. Ten minutes later and Lancelot was bald. He felt at his head and sniffed. Shyare smiled, his bald head was the most pale skin she had ever seen. Gawain and Galahad run off before bursting out in laughter. The rest looked at him gravely. Arthur patted his arm in comfort as he headed towards the door.

"Why?" he asked Shyare after everyone left, "WHY?"

"I couldn't let you get away with it," she said simply, "That was bad what you did."

"You've just ruined my reputation!" he said hysterically, "I'll never be the same!"

"Don't overreact," Shyare said while rolling her eyes, "It'll grow back."

"It took me years to make it perfect!" he said loudly.

Shyare ignored and said, "Let it be a lesson to all," with that she left the tavern, Danu in hand.

Lancelot knelt on the ground over his lost locks, "I will get revenge!" he said while shaking his fist, "Goddess as witness I will!"

A/N: So, how did everyone like it? Humor, or too much? So, what will Lancelot do? You will have to wait and see. Please review, oh send ideas for his revenge too!