So Queen Sakura and her Knights continued on towards the Castle at Camelot, where they would meet up with Sir Kurogane the Brave and Sir Doumeki the Wise. However, the progress had been painful for Shaoran. Sir Watanuki the Pure, it seemed, was quiet and polite until one started him on the subject of government. Today the rant had been set off by Sakura's royal staff. Watanuki had asked where it was from, and the answer had NOT been satisfactory.

"Look, strange beasts lying in ponds, distributing swords, is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!"

"Sir Watanuki–" Shaoran tried to interrupt him mid rant.

"If I went round, saying I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!"

"Maybe they ought to," Shaoran muttered.

"Sir Watanuki," Sakura said sweetly, "that's why we have you, isn't it? To stop the violence inherent in the system."

"Well, right!" He puffed up proudly.

They proceeded on with minimal interruptions, reaching Camelot the next morning.

"Camelot!" cried Sakura with delight.

"Camelot!" parroted Shaoran.

"It's only a model," grumbled Watanuki. He was promptly ignored, which seemed to be happening more and more often.

"Shall we?" Sakura smiled at Shaoran, 'dismounted' and, together, they entered the fabled castle at Camelot.

The three had made it three feet in the door when Sakura squealed in a very 15-year-old-girlish way, betraying her usually regal manner. "YUKI!!!"

"Sakura-chan!" Yukito smiled back."How's your reign been going? To-ya and I are back for just a couple of days– he wants to go on to Germany. I was thinking Spain, though." His glasses glinted a little. "I guess we'll see. Oh, but we met some of your new knights. Touya and Sir Kurogane are a little similar, aren't they? And Sir Doumeki is very charming."

"Yep!" She beamed, "I'm so glad I get to see you guys again! You've been gone for way, waaay too long! Oh, this is Sir Watanuki; Sir Watanuki, this is Yukito.. He was the court magician for a really long time, but he's not anymore. Now he and my brother are lovers and they travel!"

"Ah.. right," Watanuki agreed, "It's an honor to meet you, Yukito-sama."

"An honor to meet you too, Sir Watanuki. Welcome to Camelot! Shall we go and meet up with the other three?"

"Right!" Sakura beamed again, starting off at an almost-skip, "come on, Shaoran, Sir Watanuki!" They followed her indulgently, if with less enthusiasm, into the Room Containing the Very Very Round Table.

Yukito flung open the doors, stepping through first, with Sakura, Shaoran, and Kimihiro following.

"Yuki?" Touya asked, looking up from his chess game with Sir Doumeki, "Hey! You found a monster, and a brat! Good job."

"I am NOT a monster!" screeched Sakura. Everyone except Yuki and Shaoran looked confused.

"...Who's he?" Kurogane asked, raising a (malicious-looking) eyebrow. Watanuki gulped a little, intimidated by the man's vicious, blood-red glare.

"Oh! Right!" Sakura turned, a little flustered. Shaoran continued to watch in amusement. "Sir Kurogane the Brave, Sir Doumeki the Wise, this is Sir Watanuki the Pure. Sir Watanuki the Pure, these are my other two loyal knights of the very very round table, Sir Kurogane the Brave and Sir Doumeki the Wise."

"Oi, you. Where're you from?"

"My name is NOT OI!"

"..."

"STOP THAT!" It was, Yukito and Sakura thought happily, the beginning of a beautiful new relationship. Touya and Shaoran were worried about possible bloodshed. Kurogane didn't give a damn.

Sakura and Yukito have this obnoxious habit of being right.