Ch. 3

Rose quickly gathered her brother and some of his friend to take the knights' horses to the stables. Then she led them down a small path where a bunch of people seemed to be heading.

"That's it." She said pointed to an open courtyard surrounding a tall building. Hanging from one of the posts was a sign that read in curvy lettering: The Green Grass Inn. Arthur glanced at Lancelot who shrugged and together all the knights followed Rose inside.

The smell of ale and fruit welcomed the drenched knights and the warmth of the fire tempted them to go in further. Rose undid her cloak revealing a very b-e-a-utiful silk shirt but then worn pants. Tristan raised an eyebrow at her strange outfit and Rose blushed. "My friend……present." She mumbled embarrassed.

Almost instantaneously, a pretty blonde walked straight up to them, looked at Rose and closed her eyes. "My Lord, Rose, what have you done?"

Tristan grinned. "Your friend?"

"Yes." Rose muttered back.

The girl tossed her long blonde hair over her back. "Well, don't just stare at me, Rose! Go wash up, honestly."

Rose nodded and hurried away, her cheeks totally red.

The pretty blonde turned back to the knights and flashed her blue eyes. "So, exactly how much trouble is she in? Do I owe you anything?"

Lancelot suddenly stepped forward. "No trouble at all." He replied in a low voice moving closer to her. "Now how about we go get a drink?"

Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed as Lancelot went off with the girl. He knew that voice all too well. He turned to look back at the other knights….but they were gone. He paused for a second confused until he heard Gawaine laughing over by the bar. Sighing again, Arthur settled himself down at a table and watched the commotion all around him.

Gawaine, Tristan, and Galahad seemed to be engrossed in a game of darts. Playing that game with Tristan however, was pointless because he would always win. As he constantly reminded them, "I aim for the middle."

Bors and Dagonet were sitting at the stools in front of the bar in what seemed to be deep conversation. Not too far from them was Lancelot hitting it up with the pretty blonde that greeted them earlier. She, however, appeared to be gazing in Tristan's direction.

"Can I join you?"

Arthur was startled and he glanced around and was shocked to see Rose by his side. The young girl looked completely different from when they first ran into her. He cloak had hid her brilliant green eyes and her wavy brown hair flowed around her face.

Pushing himself out of the shock, he nodded and reached for a chair for her. "Yes, absolutely."

Rose sat down and twirled her hair around her finger.

"So, that seems to be a good friend of yours." Arthur said stupidly indicating to the blonde over by Lancelot.

Rose nodded. "Yeah, she's a good friend. A little crazy at sometimes though. But a good friend and fighter; the best here."

Arthur twitched his nose. "What's her name?"

"Reya."

"Pretty name."

Rose shrugged. "Tell her that, not me."

Arthur grinned. "I have a feeling Lancelot already told her." He pointed back to Lancelot but was shocked to see him standing alone.

Rose too suddenly sat up immediately. "Where is she? Where'd she go?"

Arthur stood up gazing around the room. "Ahhhh….oh, there. She's with Tristan."

"WHAT!"

Arthur looked at Rose with a raised eyebrow.

She stared down at the ground embarrassed. "Uh, sorry."

Arthur nodded when suddenly Lancelot pulled a chair up and plopped down beside him. Arthur turned to look at him with a small smile on his face.

"WHAT?" Lancelot grumbled and Arthur had a feeling Rose wasn't the only one who was unhappy about Reya with Tristan.