Chapter 5

"Meeting Sir Lancelot"

Calla stood her ground as the sounds of screaming and footfalls continued to grow louder and louder with each passing minute. At that moment, the doors swung open and Sir Lancelot entered the room. He got so caught up in what he was doing that he swung his blood soaked sword at Calla and knocked her to the ground, also knocking her gold tiara off of her head. Then suddenly, he stopped when he realized whom he just attacked.

"Forgive me for striking you, fair one," he said, hastily getting down on one knee and lowering his head. "Behold your humble servant, Sir Lancelot of Camelot, I've come to take you…"

"You've got my note!" cried Prince Herbert, emerging from his hiding place and excitedly climbing over all of the debris in his room. Despite the fact that Herbert was like all the others that came across his path just now, Sir Lancelot did nothing, but instead just gaze at him.

"Well, I got a note," he said, sheepishly, pointing his sword at Calla. "I thought that it was this lovely flower who sent me a note and I…"

"You've come to rescue me!" cried Prince Herbert as the random music began playing again as he rejoiced in his apparent rescue. "I knew someone would and I knew that someone out there that there must be someone…"

Before Herbert could finish his sentence, Kings Herbert and Gregor came running into the room with King Herbert waving his arms to silence the music once again.

"Stop that! Stop that! Stop it! Stop it!" he cried out as the music fell silent and turned his attention over to Sir Lancelot. "Who are you?"

"I'm your son," remarked Prince Herbert, thinking that his father was talking to him.

"No, not you!" cried King Herbert as Gregor helped get Calla back on her feet.

"I'm Sir Lancelot," replied Sir Lancelot, placing his sword in front of him.

Being the concerned father that he was, Gregor glared at Sir Lancelot with angry eyes, knowing how Calla was put in mortal danger because of him. Not only that, but King Gregor was also himself possibly targeted for assassination and felt like at that moment to have Sir Lancelot arrested and then executed for what he had done.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Gregor. "How dare you savagely attack a royal wedding? Explain yourself at once!"

"Well, I mean you see…" Sir Lancelot, before Prince Herbert interrupted.

"He's come to rescue me, father!" exclaimed Prince Herbert.

"Now, let's not jump to any conclusions," interjected Sir Lancelot. "You see, I thought your son was that delicate creature standing right over there, who was being forced to marry against her will."

Clearly, Calla was not dressed like someone who was to be married and Gregor made certain that Sir Lancelot knew that there would be consequences for his actions. Not only was his daughter put in harm's way, but many others as well.

"Does my daughter look like a bride to you?" snapped Gregor, indignantly.

"Well, she is wearing white in a few places," remarked Sir Lancelot, looking at the blue and white gown Calla was wearing. "May not be a fully colored bride, but close enough."

"I doubt that I would be getting married dressed like this," said Calla, ignoring the remark. "Besides, Prince Herbert and I are friends, very close friends."

Sir Lancelot doubled look at both Calla and Herbert and only wondered for a moment that maybe Herbert and Calla were the ones that should be married, not Herbert and some random princess that he was being forced to marry against his will. However, King Herbert had more issues to attend to, so Gregor led Calla away to safety while King Herbert continued to question Sir Lancelot.

"Did you kill all those guards?" he asked, feverishly. "They cost 50 pounds each!"

"I'm awfully sorry," replied Sir Lancelot as Prince Herbert grabbed hold of a makeshift rope that he had made and walked over to the window. "Like I said, I thought your son was that beautiful creature, who…supposed left just now, if you know what I mean."

"I've got a rope all ready!" cried Prince Herbert, excitedly.

"You killed eight wedding guests and all," snapped King Herbert, lowering his head in despair and worry. "I can understand that already!"

Meanwhile, in the tall grass, Sunni came about after being knocked unconscious as a result of Sir Lancelot's rampage. The rose that Gruffi had placed in her hair before she left Gummi Glen was gone and her long dark green dress was dirtied in a few places. But, while Sunni was upset about her looks, she had to be grateful that she was not hurt very badly.

"Calla!" she whispered to herself in a state of shock, hastily racing out of the grass, thinking that her best and only human friend in the world was in danger. "I've got to help her!"

Sunni tried to bounce again, but she was in such pain at that moment that it was almost impossible to even try and jump.

"Best I wait a minute," she said to herself, choosing to remain in the grass. "Thought that this was going to be a great day, the best day of my life, but I was wrong!"

However, as much as Sunni wanted to pout over how this day had turned, she knew that Calla was in danger and had to help her and Prince Herbert. Little did she know, however, that Herbert was already planning his escape from the tower.

"Hurry, Sir Lancelot!" cried Prince Herbert. "Hurry!"

"Shut up!" snapped King Herbert, giving his son a disgusted stare, before turning his attention back to Sir Lancelot. "You only killed the bride's father is all!"

"Well, I didn't mean to," explained Sir Lancelot. "You see, I got so caught up in the moment that I…"

"Didn't mean to?" cried King Herbert. "You put your sword through his head! Not only that, you kicked the bride in the chest! Oh, it's going to cost me a fortune, it is!"

Before King Herbert could continue to mention what other damage that Sir Lancelot had caused to the wedding, Sir Lancelot decided to explain his entire story to King Herbert at last.

"Well, you see," explained Sir Lancelot. "I was riding in the forest north from Camelot and I got this note…"

"Camelot?" interrupted King Herbert. "Are you from, uh, Camelot?"

"Yes," answered Sir Lancelot.

"Hurry, Sir Lancelot!" called Prince Herbert, now climbing over the edge of the castle. The sight of seeing Prince Herbert hanging on the edge of the castle caught Sunni's attention and despite the soreness of her body, she needed to help Prince Herbert.

Meanwhile, Sir Lancelot and King Herbert continued their random conversation about Camelot and such.

"I am a knight of King Arthur, sir," said Sir Lancelot.

"Very nice castle, Camelot," remarked King Herbert. "Very good pig country."

"Hurry, I'm ready!" called Prince Herbert as Sunni watched nervously from behind the shield of the tall grass.

Knowing that she still had some Gummiberry juice left, Sunni kept it in reserve not knowing of what was going to be happening before her very eyes. In her mind, she knew that Prince Herbert was going to fall and she needed to be ready.

"Would you like to come and have a drink?" offered King Herbert.

"That's very nice of you," remarked Sir Lancelot.

"I am ready!" cried Prince Herbert, his voice growing a little bit desperate. Having enough of his son's tomfoolery, King Herbert pulled out a dagger and cut the makeshift rope, causing Prince Herbert to fall to the ground below.

"Oh, my goodness!" cried Sunni as she quickly the remains of her gummiberry juice and jumped up to try and rescue the falling prince. The only question now was would she have enough juice to reach and rescue Prince Herbert from a sudden and almost certain death?