"M'lord," A guard came into the throne room. "There's a young man here to see you."

"Tell him I will see no one and to come back tomorrow." Raoul said solemnly. The guard nodded. But a few moments later a young man waltzed into the room.

"The guards said to come back tomorrow." Nadir spat at him angrily.

"I shall be busy tomorrow."

"Why you little" Nadir pulled out his sword.

"Keep away from me! I am unarmed!" The youth said, raising his hands in mock surrender

"Nadir!" Raoul interrupted. "Call the guards and tell them to remove this fool from my court."

"That's not a very kind way to treat the son of King Lot and Queen Morguase."

"You're Mordred?" Raoul asked.

"The one and only, Your Majesty."

"Welcome to Camelot." Raoul said hugging Mordred. "Leave us Nadir."

Nadir grumbled, but left.

"I've been wondering around the castle. It's quite grand! I love the way you've mixed English with French…"

Raoul grimaced, but then smiled and asked. "So what brings you here?"

"To see my brothers…Half-brothers. Oh they'll be so miserable to see me again!" Mordred laughed. "You know what they did to me once. Mother had a youth potion that took off ten years…when I was nine they gave it to me to make me negative one." Raoul laughed.

"Then why did you come to Camelot to see relatives who despise you?"

"Well, there's you, Your Majesty. A few years ago, I asked mother why King Lot despised me so? And she told me the marvelous news…he's not my father…how once when she was visiting England she met an attractive man named Raoul invited him to her room and bewitched him for the night…Is that the way the story goes, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Mordred, that's the way the story goes."

"You can imagine her surprise when later he became to King of all of England."

"Indeed. And now that you're here, what are your plans?"

"That's for you to decide Your Majesty."

"Oh yes. Here is what I suggest, you will remain in Camelot and become a Knight of the Round Table. You have youth, brains, and proper heritage much can be accomplished if you apply yourself.

"How generous of you, Your Majesty. I can think of nothing that would please be more then to gain your confidence."

"Oh I am certain of that." Raoul said sarcastically. "I shall be watching you carefully Mordred, very carefully. We shall see that you deserve it…tonight you shall dine with the queen and me. We'll try to get to know you better, tomorrow your training will begin, but I must warn you, Mordred, favoritism will not be shown. The right to knighthood must be earned by virtue and proper deeds."

"I shall try Your Majesty."

"No doubt you will," Raoul murmured. Mordred began to leave. "And Mordred!" He turned back around. "You will not turn your back on me." Mordred nodded and went to stand in his former spot. "And you will leave when I tell you. I'll have you know that I am a civilized man with occasional lapses. The phrase 'Blood is thicker then water' was invented by undeserving relatives." With that Raoul walked out. Mordred scowled. "Virtue and proper deeds, You Majesty…like what? Courage, milord? Purity and humility, mileage? Diligence? Charity? Honesty? Fidelity? The seven deadly virtues. No thank you, Your Majesty."

Just about all off that dialogue came from Lerner and Lowe's Camelot. With a few changes from my amazing beta, Clown Accomplice. Now Review!

~Kate