"I do not like that Percival," said Sir Edain to his fellow knight Sir Denar, "He is mucking about our business! Trying to plan a stragety no doubt."

Denar said nothing. Indeed there was something suspicious about Percival hanging around. He couldn't detect there was some strange going-ons in Camelot, could he? Morgana suspected Denar's King of trying to murder Arthur, the idiot. They were all fools. All Denar had to do was lead them away from it. More so Morgana, as Denar expected she sent her half sibling's knight to keep an eye on Odair's followers. Well, he would take care of Morgana. After all, she is a woman, and women are easy prey.

"Hello in there!" shouted Edain indignantly.

"I am sure he is harmless." Grunted Denar.

"Harmless…. HARMLESS? Who does he think he is?" scowled Edain.

"Once again, you are overreacting. We will squash Arthur's knights. If they are as weak minded as their Kings, it should be no problem."

But Edain only heard his companion mentioning him overreacting. Edain scowl widened and he muttered under his breath. Denar shook his head, leaving the tent. It was his turn to joust, and he would be jousting Camelot's neighbor. But he needed to see the King's ward first.

Denar trudged over to his horse, and mounted. He then made a beeline to Morgana.

"My Lady Morgana, I hope you can forgive my King's hasty judgments. He likes Arthur and just wants to know he is safe."

"You speak boldly for a knight."

"I speak my heart, a language lost among hearts of stone."

Morgana smiled.

"It seems to be a heart of a poet."

"My fair Morgana, I will win this tournament for you." Denar said.

Morgana flushed.

"Well I thank you for your good intentions."

Denar took Morgana's hand and kissed it. In order to ensnare her more, he had to win. Then he could win her to his side, and she was rumored to be a formidable witch. She would make a great ally, and maybe a wife?

Morgana didn't know what to think. Most ladies would say to give the knight something to wear for good luck, but Denar was Odair's man, and she didn't trust the King. He did seem sincere.

Denar lined his horse, determination coursing through him. His horse, sharing it, pawed the ground. The horn blew, and he charged. Many heartbeats later, Denar unseated his opponent. The audience gasped and cheered. Denar raised his lance in the air in victory. Winning this tournament should be no trouble.

"You have fought valiantly today! Eat and rest, for tomorrow things will heat up!" smiled Arthur.

Denar quickly dismounted his steed to seek Morgana. She hesitantly greeted him, saying, "Well done sir Knight."

"I forgot to give you my name? I humbly apologize. I must have been caught in your glory to forget a poor man's name. I am Sir Denar."

"I mark you as a flatterer."

"A flatterer? Perish the thought! No woman can do this sweet agony to me but you!"

"Th-thank you." Said Morgana, unable to think.

"See you at dinner?"

"Yes."

And before the knight could say more, Morgana walked off. He hardly knew her. But no one had ever told her such things. She was no girly girl but it touched her. Shaking her head, she went to dinner.

"He must be trying to lower my defenses and catch me off guard so he can help Odair finish Arthur off, and probably me," Morgana kept telling herself.

Denar was charming. There was no doubt about that. She stopped at the door. Her hand went to her hankerchief.

"Something the matter?" inquired Denar, concerned.

"Take this, for luck tomorrow." She said, handing it to him.

"You could do me no higher honor." Smiled Denar.