The Meeting

Author: Samantha Worthington

Summary: This is a King Arthur fanfic. Galahad/OC. Galahad and the rest of the knights are on their way home to Sarmatia, after years of service to Rome. On their journey, they meet a group of Egyptian soldiers. Galahad falls in love with the General of this army. This is a three part fic. Thanks to I Fancy Hugh Dancy for the inspiration for this story! P.S, this is the first fic that I have let anyone read, so please take it easy on me!:0)

Rating: E for now. It will change eventually! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Character list:

Galahad

Arthur

Tristan

Lancelot

Guinevere

Bors

Akil - meaning intelligent in Egyptian

Vanora

Katherine

Badru - meaning born under the full moon

Nailah - meaning successful

Mukamutara - meaning daughter of Mutara

Chapter 2

Before he knew it, the sun was starting to rise, the sky turned pink. "Not a good omen!" Bors replied as he sat up in his makeshift bed. "Red sky at night, soldiers delight, red sky at morning, soldiers take warning! This what my father always said!"

"Well, that was a great start to the day, thanks for that Bors!" Tristan scoffed, "What folly, life is only what you make it to be!"

Bors rolled his eyes, "Go if yer goin!" He waved a hand at Tristan, who was mounting his steed to scout ahead.

It was an uneventful morning, Tristan stayed ahead of the others, stopping every mile or so and waiting with little to report.

Rain clouds darkened the sky around noon. This displeased Arthur, knowing they would have to take shelter and loose half a days travel through the mountains. They picked up speed through the light rain, but the sky would open up and it would pour soon! Tristan rode up to them, "We might be in luck for shelter!" He replied, pulling his steed beside Arthur.

"What did you see?"

"I saw smoke just over the ridge. It might be a village." He paused, "Or a Saxon camp!"

"Ride ahead, and Tristan, be safe!" Arthur replied. Tristan nodded and rode off.

"I hope it's a village, I could use some good ale right about now!" Bors replied, sliding off of his horse.

"And a real bed!" Lancelot added, following Bors and dismounting, "With a beautiful maiden laying in wait!" He laughed.

"The way you smell right now, be lucky a dog would lay with you!" Guinevere joked. But it did not matter, Lancelot knew that he had a charm about him with the ladies. He could roll around in a manure pile and still bed a maiden. His good looks and smooth tongue where a deadly combination.

Tristan returned within the hour. He looked at Arthur who had a questioning look on his face, "Tis a village, mostly peasant and a few Roman soldiers."

"Ale house!" Bors cried as he mounted his steed, "Come on men, we're all in much need of a good drink!"

The others followed suit. They quickly made their way across the ridge towards the village. Each and every one of them longing for a good nights rest. Even Galahad hoped that a good drink, a hot meal and a bed would put his dreams to rest for awhile.

Speeding along the narrow streets of the mountain village, Arthur noticed a strange mix of Roman soldiers, Brits, and Woads. "This is a trading post, people from all over come here for goods!" Guinevere replied, seeing the look on Arthur's face, "Welcome to the village of Crows nest Pass!"

"Well, there should be some good ale here then!" Bors replied with a hopeful look in his eye. The ale houses made the memories go away, if only for a little.

They settled their horses into the stables and proceeded across the street to the tavern. The place was filled with people from many different lands. But Galahads and Lancelot's eyes fell almost instantly on a beautiful maiden sitting towards the back of the room. He hair was raven black, her skin a light caramel color and her eyes where a piercing, icey-blue. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that hung to her ankles, with an elaborately beaded neckline. Her face was the most beautiful sight that either of them had ever seen. They found it hard not to stare at her as they joined the others at their table.

Guinevere handed them a cloth, they looked at her like she was mad, "To wipe the drool away!" She smirked as Galahad pushed her hand away.

"She is very far away from home, is she not?" Arthur asked as he took in the beauty of her frame.

"Where does she come from then?" Lancelot asked, tearing his eyes away to look at Arthur.

"Egypt!" Tristan replied, taking a seat and plopping a mug of ale before each of them. "I have seen travelers like this one before. Mostly men and peasants, none of such high stature!"

"Ten coins say I can bed her this night!" Lancelot banged his palm on the table and gave them an evil grin.

Bors threw some coins on the table, "That's against ye!" He replied, "You can woo peasant girls and barmaids, but this one is different laddy!"

"Nonsense, all women are the same!" Lancelot replied, "Well, with some exceptions milady!" Guinevere shot him a look, and then tossed in some coins.

"Those are against you as well!" She crossed her arms.

In the end, the only one who thought he could win this bet was Lancelot himself. He glanced at the pile of coins on the table, then back at the girl. She was sipping on a golden chalice, talking with two gentlemen, who appeared to be her travel companions.

Lancelot finished his ale and ran a hand through his hair.

"Here he goes!" Tristan smirked, "Let's all watch this magician work his magic!"

The others watched as Lancelot sauntered up to the table, totally ignoring the two men. They couldn't hear what he was saying, but could see the woman's face clearly. She gave him a questioning look, then the men started to stand.

"Well, looks like we'd better get over there!" Galahad pushed back is chair, Tristan followed.

"We're terribly sorry for our friend..." Galahad smiled at the woman, who returned it with a smile that lit up the room.

"Yes, he's a bit daft!" Tristan replied pulling Lancelot by the arm. "And the ale does not help this!"

"Milady!" Galahad replied, bidding her goodbye.

She held out her hand, which Galahad, surprised at the gesture, gingerly took and kissed. "Thank you kind sir!" She gave him another one of her smiles.

"Your quite welcome, milady!"

She reached into her coin purse and tossed a large silver coin at Galahad, "You deserve to win something out of that bet!" She smiled again, tapping her ears at Galahads confused expression, "I have perfect hearing!"

Galahad slipped the coin into the pocket of his tunic, "Good evening milady," He nodded, "Gentlemen!"

Lancelot just glared bewildered at his friend, "Here you go my friend!" Arthur pushed the pile of coins towards Galahad, who gave him a questioning look, "You got a lot farther then Lancelot!" He chuckled, punching Lancelot in the shoulder. The rest burst into laughter.

"I told you my friend, she was different!" Bors laughed and took another sip of ale.

Slamming a fist on the table, Lancelot quickly jumped up from the table and stormed out of the tavern. All eyes followed him out the door, including the beautiful Egyptian. Galahads eyes rested on her, she returned his look with a smile. Galahads cheeks turned crimson as his friends gave him odd smiles.

Galahads eyes kept drifting towards her table all night and he couldn't explain why. He had see women just as beautiful as her before that hadn't had this kind of effect on him. Occasionally she would glance in his direction and give a small smile. He companions shot him dagger filled looks, but he didn't take heed to them.

"Is it love then?" Guinevere smiled at him. Chin resting on the back of her hand.

His face flushed again as he watched the woman leave. I have no idea of love, milady,...amazing!" He whispered, eyes following her out the door.