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    Tales From Camelot Series 3: Champion
    Tales From Camelot Series 3: Champion
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    Tales From Camelot Series 3: Champion

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    The Black Knight. Lancelot. A lost sister.

    Plus a new Champion is in town; her name is George. And Camelot will never be the same.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Green
    Release dateJan 22, 2013
    ISBN9781301221554
    Tales From Camelot Series 3: Champion
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    Paul Green

    The author’s three children had grown up and his eldest had two of her own, Isobelle and Oscar. Their imagination knew no boundaries. Every cupboard was a ‘den’, a sheet draped over objects, a tent, not to mention the fun they had with their toys! The author worked on this and wrote several books around them. What a joy.

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      Tales From Camelot Series 3 - Paul Green

      Tales From Camelot Series • Book Three

      CHAMPION

      paul green

      Copyright Notice

      www.TalesFromCamelot.com

      www.SecondChanceNovels.com

      Copyright 2012 Paul Green All Rights Reserved.

      First Printing: June 2012

      Second Printing: April 2013

      Printed in the United States of America. No part of this work may be used or reproduced, transmitted, stored or used in any form or by any means graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including but not limited to photocopying, recording, scanning, digitizing, tapping, Web distribution, information networks or information storage and retrieval systems, or in any manner whatsoever without the express written approval of the author, except by reviewers who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review.

      For further information, contact info@paulgreenauthor.com

      United States laws and regulations are public domain and not subject to copyright. Any unauthorized copying, reproduction, translation, or distribution of any part of this material without permission by the author is prohibited and against the law.

      Table of Contents

      Cover Page

      Title Page

      Copyright Notice

      Tales From Camelot Series

      Reader Recommendation

      Acknowledgements

      What has gone on before ...

      Cover Page

      From the author ...

      Introducing George and Julian...

      Map of Pretania

      Prologue

      ~ Rainy Days and Knights ~

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      ~ Lost Knights ~

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      ~ Captive ~

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      ~ Knight of the Sparrow Hawk ~

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Chapter 36

      Chapter 37

      ~ Queen's Knight ~

      Chapter 39

      Chapter 40

      Chapter 41

      Chapter 42

      ~ Return ~

      Chapter 44

      Chapter 45

      Chapter 46

      Chapter 47

      Chapter 48

      ~ Dark Shadows ~

      Chapter 50

      Chapter 51

      Chapter 52

      ~ Reparations ~

      Chapter 54

      Chapter 55

      ~ Homecoming ~

      Chapter 57

      Chapter 58

      Chapter 59

      Chapter 60

      Chapter 61

      Chapter 62

      Chapter 63

      Chapter 64

      Chapter 65

      Chapter 66

      Chapter 67

      ~ Postscript ~

      Map of Pretania

      Notes to the reader ...

      Previews

      Tales From Camelot Series

      Second Chance Series

      About the Author . . .

      Tales From Camelot Series

      Part One (2012)

      Book 1: PENDRAGON

      Book 2: CAMELOT

      Book 3: CHAMPION

      Book 4: SORCERESS

      Part Two (2013)

      Book 5: ROYALS

      Book 6: EXCALIBUR

      Book 7: CURSED

      Book 8: LADY

      Part Three (2014)

      Book 9: WARLORD

      Book 10: MIRROR

      Book 11: WYVERN

      Book 12: QUEST

      Grand Finale (2014)

      Book 13: LEGEND

      www.TalesFromCamelot.com

      www.SecondChanceNovels.com

      For further information contact info@paulgreenauthor.com

      Reader Recommendation

      Due to the unique subject matter, this series will appeal to a very broad audience: teen to elderly, male and female alike.

      Although some parts may be considered to be too intense for pre-teen or younger readers. Ages 13 and up recommended.

      Acknowledgements

      Special thanks to all my reviewers. Your input has been invaluable.

      Thank you to my son Christopher for his help in designing the covers.

      And extra special thanks to the One who gave me the desire to write.

      What has gone on before ...

      I am mostly only going to encapsulate Book One: PENDRAGON as a refresher, for Book Two: CAMELOT was in actuality, a very simple story, bringing Arthur and Gwen together and ending with their wedding, along with Morgan and Accolon, as well. Book One however, was a bit more complex, especially as it sets the groundwork for this entire quadrilogy. I'll stick with the key critical plot points.

      In PENDRAGON, we have learned the background story of High King Uther and Igraine (aka. Pelleas and Regan).

      We have also learned that Arthur has three sisters; two older and one younger. All of whom, like Arthur, had Regan in common as their mother. Also like Arthur, his younger sister Morgan was fathered by Uther; though no one knows this for certain. The evil Duke Gorlois of Cornwall, who claimed to be her father, is now dead; however, Arthur suspects Uther might actually be Morgan's real father. As for Arthur's two older sisters, they were indeed actually fathered by Gorlois. Elaine, being the eldest child of Regan, was given away at birth by Regan, in order to hide her from Gorlois, who would have surely killed the child.

      As for Regan's second daughter, the newly born infant was immediately snatched away from Regan upon the birthing room floor, by Gytha, Gorlois' evil Companion; where the child was kept secret from Gorlois and everyone else, for Gytha had secret plans of her own. It was Gytha herself who had had ended up naming the child Morgause.

      Regan escaped from Gorlois, eventually married Uther in their refugee village, and together they had Arthur. For reasons of safety, Uther left Regan in the village while he went to reclaim the throne with his brother Ambrosius. Regan discovers she is pregnant with her fourth child. Months later while Uther has just recently become the new High King, the evil Gorlois finds Regan in the village and kidnaps her.

      Regan then gives birth to Morgan and quickly gives her away to a trusted nursemaiden named Luella before Gorlois can kill the infant.

      Then Gorlois throws Regan out the castle tower window.

      Soon after, from a hidden upper alcove above the Duke's throne room, the little girl named Morgause witnesses Uther storm into the castle in a mad rage and slaughter everyone she knew, including Gytha, leaving no one alive.

      No one knew she was there.

      Uther, of course, had only been desperately searching for his kidnapped wife, Regan. He finally finds human bones in a field, believing them to belong to his beloved wife.

      Following her tragic death, over time we see Uther's grief slowly turn into madness. During Uther's rare and few lucid moments with his son Arthur, he occasionally refers to himself as the 'Fisher King'; for it was only while fishing that Uther's mind was able to be remain clear for any length of time beyond even a few minutes.

      Uther's health deteriorates and as he is reaching his last and final days, Uther eventually slips into a coma where he has remained for the past two years.

      At the end we see Bors secretly drugging Uther's sleeping body in order to feign his death, thereby allowing a young Arthur to ascend to the throne. Bors then takes Uther's comatose body to a mysterious woman living in a small refugee village deep in the Great Forest. She is accompanied by an elderly man. And we surprisingly discover the woman to be none other than Regan herself, who is alive. The book ends with Regan managing to awaken Uther, he recognizes her, and we are left with the hope that their tragic story may not end so tragically after all.

      All of this was done without Arthur's knowledge or consent; although Arthur suspects Bors has 'poisoned' his father, and is inwardly hoping that his lifelong friend and guardian might someday confess to his sin. As for Bors himself, he admits to Regan feeling very guilty about having deceived Arthur.

      Four children of Regan, two of whom we have already met. We will meet Elaine in this story. As for Morgause, we will meet her ... in SORCERESS.

      From the author ...

      Okay, now that we have had our fun little fairy tale story with Arthur and Gwen, it's time to get back to the overall general story arc, as well as return to the same and similar writing style you came to know in PENDRAGON.

      In Camelot Book Three: CHAMPION, we are introduced to a couple of important new characters; who, though they originally started out in the Second Chance series, have since been permanently relegated to the time of Arthur and Camelot, where they must now live out the rest of their lives. As a result of the events of Second Chance Book Three: PROPHET, they are recently married and their names are George and Julian. George ... is a woman; who had long ago changed her name from 'Georgina' to 'George' as a memorial tribute to her beloved late father (George, Sr.) who had died when she was a young 7-year-old girl. Actually, he had been brutally murdered by her mother who had been corrupted by the demon Fallow. For your convenience, I have included a more in-depth introduction to their characters immediately following this Forward.

      Now, if you are the hardcore Arthurian type, you might have a little difficulty dealing with having two non-official, non-Arthurian characters added to the mix. But part of the intriguing aspect of this story, in my opinion, is their journey; learning how to adapt and 'fit in' into 5th century customs and lifestyles. What is especially intriguing for me as an author, is to sit here at my modern computer watching cars drive by and planes fly overhead, and at the same time, trying to live in the 5th century. Having a 21st century character trying to adapt to ancient England actually kind of makes it more realistic for me. And as strange as it may sound, more believable.

      But, as a hardcore Arthurian type, if you are still not convinced, it's only fair to mention in self-defense that many characters were added by many different authors over the span of a thousand years, long after the original Welsh tales. Lancelot, for example, wasn't added until the 12th century, and by a French author, no less. So ... this is me ... adding my own characters after the fact. I'm just saying. But have no fear, these characters will quickly become as Arthurian as the rest, and 21st century concepts will just as quickly fade away; allowing you, the reader, to fully disappear and escape to your heart's content into a bygone era. And if that still isn't enough to convince you, you might also be interested to know that over the course of time, the unique character of 'George' has ended up becoming among the most popular and beloved characters of all, surprisingly enough; loved by guys and gals alike. She might, however, take a little bit of getting used to. ;)

      This book is not just about them, however. Book Three: CHAMPION is actually a melding together of four different stories, which are, in fact, based upon four actual Arthurian legends. As I don't want to give anything away up front, I'll go into more detail at the end, in a 'Notes to the Reader' section. The four stories are somewhat intertwined and are definitely related to each other; but I try to keep them somewhat separated so as not to confuse you too much. It is because of the overall complexity of integrating four stories into one, that this book has ended up becoming my longest novel to date. It is twice the length of PENDRAGON, and, of course, four times the story. You will definitely be getting your money's worth out of this one. And if I do say so myself, this has turned out be a very enjoyable read.

      In these four grand adventures, we will be getting to know several more of Arthur's Knights; including Sir Geraint and Sir Lancelot in particular. We'll also meet the evil Black Knight and learn some other interesting Arthurian lore. Expounded upon by yours truly, of course. :)

      There is one last but very important thing that we learned about in PROPHET. By the time George and Julian arrive in Camelot, six months after the royal wedding, Guinevere had just learned that she was pregnant. Book Three: CHAMPION will now pick up the story, seven months after the events of CAMELOT, and two weeks following George and Julian's wedding . . .

      Introducing George and Julian...

      George is a very 'colorful' character and also happens to be an incredibly skilled warrior; for she is a descendant of Kemuel, of a particular branch known as 'Protectors'. As learned later in the Second Chance series, Protectors are uniquely gifted with various combinations of strength, speed and skill, as they serve as guardian protectors of the daughters of Shira and Elias (aka. Merlin). Their official titles are Guardian Protectors of the Seed, the 'Seed' referring to Shira and her daughters; who at the time of Arthur, of course, is Guinevere.

      'Back' in 1975, George had been a city girl and an accomplished Martial Arts Master and especially loved and excelled at weapons. Now in Arthur's time and because of her amazing abilities, George becomes not only a Protector of Queen Guinevere, but she also soon becomes the Master Weapons trainer for all of the Knights of Camelot, and even becomes a Knight herself practically overnight; something which was completely unheard of in that day and age. However, being that she is, in fact, a uniquely gifted and highly skilled Protector, no man is her equal. George is untouchable and the Knights soon come to respect and even admire 'Sir George' and accept her as one of their own.

      Like Arthur, as already mentioned, George is also a descendent of Kemuel and Eddi; thus she is considered by Arthur and Morgan to be their 'cousin' and accepted as a part of their extended family.

      Another profound and interesting tidbit is George's age. For when she was much older (about 60 years of age), she had been given a 'second chance' and had been returned back to when she was only 20 years old (complete with full memories intact), in order to try and relive her life for the better. But by the time she was again 40 (the second time around), George had ended up making the same mistakes that she had made the first time and ends up as a power-hungry corporate executive.

      Until she met Julian. Julian is the one who helps balance her out, and eventually helps turn things around in the way that she needed. Thus it was, that by the time George arrives in Camelot, she is 44 years old (and 104 years old in mind). Though she is younger in body, George also has the advantage of a long life of lessons and experiences to add to her remarkable profile.

      The turning point in George's life comes when she suffers a horrific and tragic accident as a result of falling 700 feet off of a mountain cliff. After four years of numerous surgeries and intense therapy, she eventually manages to fully recover, in part because of a Protector's ability to heal rapidly. Though even plastic surgery can't help with most of her severe scarring. But Julian loved her all the same and the scarring didn't matter to him. Then ... as a surprise wedding present, Elias miraculously healed her scars and even sort of 'turned back the clock' for George, making her physically now closer in appearance to 30 years of age; resulting in a more youthful and beautiful version of herself. As a result of this and other important events from their story, George is now a changed person for the better. This is the timeframe where our story CHAMPION will now pick up, shortly following these events, after George and Julian came to Camelot and shortly after their wedding.

      It should be noted that George was, in fact, very close to Elias and Shira, and Kemuel and Eddi in the future (1975); the latter two being her 'Grandfather' and 'Grandmother'. She was especially close to Eddi, who had been with her night and day and around the clock during her four years of recovery. However, the foursome in Arthur's time are still somewhat strangers to George.

      She has a fiery disposition and a fiery temper, matched only by her fiery ... 'appetite'. As also alluded to, in addition to her boundless energy and aggressive and over-the-top personality, and her impeccable logic and common sense and her infamous condescending smirk, George also happens to be attractive. She is part British and part Native American descent; she has long dark brown hair which she always wears in a ponytail and has brown eyes. On the following page we even have an actual photograph of her taken at her 5th century wedding. Imagine that!

      Her strong personality is balanced out by her good natured husband, Julian, who is 15 years her junior. Whereas she is 44, with her body now youthened to appear more thirtyish, Julian is 27. Julian is more of a romantic whereas George is far more practical, being that she is a hardcore realist. Which is why, unlike George, Julian has absolutely no problems fitting in with 5th century life at Camelot. And as a Knight-in-Training, it is Julian's hope to someday achieve full Knighthood status. Julian himself, is very fit and in excellent shape. Before leaving Hawaii in 1975, he had worked for several years as George's assistant in a large hotel chain, primarily overseeing all outdoor guest activities. Also attractive, Julian is part French with blonde hair and blue eyes and women tend to be naturally drawn to him. It's important to know that for later on in our story. ;)

      But Julian's heart and eyes are only for George; and George is equally committed to Julian. And even though George is a city girl through and through, and misses modern technology and Yankee Stadium hot dogs and isn't overly fond of 5th century culture and customs (she especially loathes how men treat women), nevertheless, George made the choice to come back out of her great love for Julian.

      Finally, whereas Guinevere is extremely prim and proper and delicate and wholesome, George might be considered to be the complete antithesis of those things in every imaginable way. Actually, George would be the polar opposite of any woman in the 5th century. But even though George and Gwen are completely night-and-day different, they still have a tremendous mutual love and affection for one another; for such is the strong and powerful and natural bond that occurs between Guardian Protectors and the Seed.

      Map of Pretania

      Prologue

      Dear Diary.

      I've never had a diary before. I certainly never planned on having one. So I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do. I guess I'll just write down whatever comes to mind and hope that's okay with you.

      Let me start off by making something perfectly clear. I HATE IT HERE! There. Glad I got that off my chest. So, anyway ... my husband, Julian, is the one who gave you to me - so, here goes.

      We've been married almost two months, and so far, it's been nice. Actually, more than nice. Actually, a LOT more than nice. In fact, lemme tell ya ... no, actually ... scratch that. Considering who might end up reading this and all. Except I just have to say one thing - our castle has lots of rooms. Enough said.

      Alana, close your mouth; you're a big girl now.

      Hey Ben? I thought you would be happy to know that my scars are back. Oh, not the ones from the accident. The Knights in weapons class are getting a lot more proficient. Plus I've been finding myself a little distracted lately. I'll wait until next time to tell you why. When I'm more sure. Nevertheless, Ben, I think you would be quite pleased with my new and growing collection of 'badges of honor'.

      Hopefully this diary will somehow find its way into your hands, even though you are 1600 years away. Tell me that's not a strange sentence I just wrote. Okay, wait; I'm starting to get ahead of myself. Let me back up and tell you what's happened since we returned from our honeymoon . . .

      ~ Rainy Days and Knights ~

      Chapter 1

      The Great Forest was neither a pleasant nor safe place to be at night. There was the ever present and dangerous threat of wild animals, such as the region's abundant population of enormous gray wolves. But there were other things as well. Things which were neither animal nor human.

      Stories of witches and monsters and demons were equally abundant, and many who entered the Great Forest were never seen or heard from again.

      It had been nearly three years since Arthur had been crowned the High King. And it had been seven months since the young king had taken a Queen. And while the kingdom remained hopeful and exuberant about the fresh new reign of Arthur and Guinevere, there were others in the kingdom who were far less conciliatory. Ambivalent and spiteful, embittered and filled with hatred, there were some who wished nothing more than to see the fall of House Pendragon.

      One such corrupt and malignant creature was the Black Knight. Once human, but now something else, the formidable and towering once-man stood over nine feet tall. With his black armor and black gauntlets and black grieves and helm, his only other two distinguishing features were his glowing red eyes which were clearly visible through the narrow slit in his dark visor, and a narrow white plume of wolf fur crested atop his helm.

      The Black Knight sat atop an immense black steed, suitable to support his imposing size. And the horse was draped in a midnight blue and white covering; a former flag of the last kingdom whose ruler had fallen to the deadly assassin. For that's what the Black Night had become. A king killer.

      It was a cold and rainy winter's night as the Black Knight patiently waited for someone; while hiding within the wet and ominous shadows of the Great Forest's darkness.

      Two Knights of Camelot were returning from a trip to the neighboring kingdom of Cameliard, where they had been sent as a special envoy to invite King Leodegrance and Queen Anice to a tourney and competition between the allying kingdoms. The friendly tournament was to be held in one month's time, giving Leodegrance plenty of advance notice to ready some of his own best Knights for the contest.

      Sir Kay and Sir Lucan were among those being considered by Arthur to officially hold seats at the Round Table, which was housed within the newly completed indoor/outdoor amphitheater donated by Leodegrance. King Leodegrance himself, was the first who had been hand-picked by Arthur; for they were men to be valued for their wisdom and their insight and their experience and their good hearts, above all else.

      It wasn't necessary that they were the best warriors; as the Round Table was not a war room, so much as it was intended to become the governing and political centerpiece of all of the kingdoms that would hopefully someday become united. Arthur was indeed High King over many kingdoms; but unfortunately, not all of them were friendly.

      Perhaps it would have better if Sir Kay and Sir Lucan were among the best warriors; for they were certainly no match for what awaited them in the darkness. The two Knights of Camelot were galloping at a comfortable pace through the only known but rarely used path cutting through the midst of the Great Forest.

      It was the red eyes. That is what caused them to suddenly stop and reign in their horses. And not just the glowing red eyes of the enormous and unearthly Black Knight, but the glowing red eyes of the mammoth black horse as well. Neither of the Knights had ever seen a man or a horse of such immense proportions. A nine foot tall man!? That seemed ... impossible! But they could sense as well as see that the giant man was more than a man. He was something else. Something ... evil.

      But even more surprising to the two Knights of Camelot, was that the Black Knight held an mighty bow armed with two great arrows pointed directly at them. And attached to each arrow were two unique items. Wrapped around one arrow was scroll; a message to High King Arthur. And tied to the other arrow, was a long-stemmed black rose.

      Before the two Knights could draw their swords, the Black Knight let loose his two terrible arrows with force and precision, striking each Knight in the upper arm just between their armored plates.

      And in the pouring rain, the Black Knight watched as the two hapless Knights were instantly knocked backwards off of their horses and fell to the mud with a loud splat. Then, the Black Knight turned his horse around and disappeared into the shadows.

      Chapter 2

      On the following day around the noon hour, it was still pouring down rain when a man dressed in a black leather cuirass and twin cutlasses knocked upon the main front doors.

      The doors opened with a warm greeting, Hello. Welcome to Castle Camelot!

      Hello, Frederick. Lancelot smiled from the drizzling steps, while holding a large black canvas bag in front of him. I trust you are you staying out of the rain?

      Yes, I am! But you are not!

      No, I suppose that I am not. Lancelot chuckled. May I come in ... uh ... out of the rain?

      Of course! I shall tell the king you are here!

      Thank you, Frederick. My name is...

      But before Lancelot could finish introducing himself, Frederick had already disappeared. Fortunately Lancelot had been given permission to enter the castle before Frederick left, so he shrugged and entered the castle, closing the door behind him, and then made his way into the nearby large receiving room to the left of the main entryway. Inside he found a large warm roaring fire, for which he was thankful; Lancelot had been traveling for two months and it had been raining non-stop without letup for the past two weeks. He had only been warming himself by the fire for a couple of minutes when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

      Lancelot!?

      At the sound of Gwen's voice from the doorway, Lancelot spun around and marveled once more at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all of his many years of travels. Wearing a simple white dress with long flowing sleeves, Gwen needed nothing to enhance her beauty; for truly in Lancelot's estimation, Guinevere was the fairest in all the land. Lancelot found himself grateful for having arrived at midday, for the sunlight streaming in through the very clean windows helped augment her stunning looks and her long shiny, waist-length, jet-black hair; hair that was so black it almost seemed blue.

      Lancelot!? Gwen exclaimed, again. Is that really you!? Where have you been all of this time!? We have been concerned as to your whereabouts!

      Lancelot felt his throat constrict, for her beauty was taking his breath away. And to make matters worse, Lancelot knew Guinevere was just as beautiful on the inside as well as the outside.

      How delightful! Gwen said happily. After all these months! Arthur shall be so pleased to see you have finally returned!

      Finally, Lancelot managed to find his voice as he bowed deeply. Hello, Queen Guinevere. You ... look even more beautiful than I had remembered. I had not thought it possible, but I now plainly see my memory has woefully failed me.

      Gwen laughed. Oh, do not be silly. I have spent the better part of the morning peeling apples with Cook. I hardly look the least bit presentable.

      Peeling ... apples? Lancelot asked in surprise. Did I hear you right, my Queen?

      Gwen smiled and nodded. In two days time it shall be Arthur's 18th birth celebration and I have enlisted to help Cook make apple pies for all of the Knights.

      Excuse me, my Queen?

      I know. Learning to cook is not something which is normally done among royalty, but ... well ... as you know ... things are not done so ... 'normally' around here. Gwen laughed.

      You? The High Queen? Peeling ... apples? I am sorry, I ... I just cannot picture such a thing.

      I must confess, at first I thought there might be a certain element of tediousness and drudgery. But once I got started and became engaged in conversation with Cook, nearly three hours had passed and I have found the experience to be rather ... how should I say ... pleasant.

      Pleasant?

      I found I did not mind it at all. And I am most pleased I have been a help to Cook. After all, she does work so very hard for all of us.

      Wait, wait, wait a moment. You found pleasure in ... helping ... a servant!?

      Gwen laughed again. Now that you mention it in that fashion, yes, it does sound most peculiar, does it not?

      I should say so!

      But it is true. I have discovered I greatly enjoy helping others. I have found it to be most satisfying and rewarding. Truly is it written, 'It is better to give than to receive.'

      Lancelot shook his head in amazement.

      Now then, Lancelot; enough about me and peeling apples. Tell me! Where have you been all of this time!? We have not seen you since the wedding feast! And Arthur has been most concerned as to your whereabouts! We had expected to see you again after our return from our honeymoon. Arthur was certain you would be joining us as one of our Knights.

      Yes, well ... if truth be told, my Queen... Lancelot replied, turning his eyes away from Gwen, ...I had found certain things to be ... distracting. I was uncertain if I would be able to ... properly focus without ... temptation.

      Oh? Gwen asked in surprise. What is it that troubles you? Is there something I may do to help?

      Lancelot closed his eyes and gulped. He knew that Gwen had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Fortunately, he was saved by the large black canvas bag that Lancelot was holding, for the bag began to move.

      Gwen raised her eyebrow.

      And Lancelot chuckled. Oh, yes; I had almost forget. I, uh ... I found this ... beast ... upon my ride in from the Great Forest.

      A ... beast!? Gwen asked in alarm.

      Yes. Lancelot winked, as he reached into the bag. A most dangerous beast, to be sure.

      Gwen began looking nervously at the bag, wondering what possible creature could be inside. Then to her great surprise and amazement, Lancelot pulled out a tiny mewling kitten. And Gwen gasped, as she quickly rushed over from the doorway to better see the tiny creature. Oh, how precious! Gwen exclaimed, holding her hands over her mouth in delight.

      The four week old kitten had a smoky blue-gray coat with bright blue eyes.

      I had nearly run over it with my horse. Lancelot explained as he held the kitten against his chest while petting it. I visited the Master Physician earlier this morning and he helped me feed it. He said it is a little young to be weaned from its mother, but that the mother was likely killed, probably by wolves; thereby leaving this creature an orphan. The Master Physician said that other than being very young, she appears to be healthy.

      She?

      Yes. The kitten is female. I ... tried to convince the Physician to take the creature, but he said his medical area was no place for a pet. So ... I suppose I am now appointed with the task of finding the animal a home.

      Gwen looked lovingly at the tiny kitten. May I ... may I hold her?

      Lancelot smiled at her. You like cats, I take it?

      I ... have never before had a cat. Or a pet. My horse, of course, has been more of a friend than a pet.

      I should warn you, my Queen; if you were to hold this animal, you may find it difficult to relinquish the creature. You shall fall under its thrall, just as surely as I have done.

      Gwen smiled. Could you not care for it?

      Nay. Lancelot replied, shaking his head. I have not the time nor the home to provide care for the animal. It would be much better suited with someone who actually has a home and has the time to provide proper care.

      Gwen nodded in understanding. I would need to ask my husband first, of course. But surely there can be no harm in at least holding this 'beastie' of yours.

      Lancelot chuckled as he handed the small kitten to Gwen. Do not say you were not warned, my Queen.

      And just as Lancelot had warned, from the very first moment that Gwen held the tiny blue-gray kitten in her hands, she fell in love with it.

      Oh my. Gwen sighed, as she began petting the kitten.

      Ah, so you do fancy the animal. Lancelot grinned.

      Oh, dear. Gwen replied as she cuddled the small purring kitten against her cheek. Perhaps I should have heeded your warning.

      Yes. Lancelot said, looking intently at Gwen. Sometimes ... one can find oneself ... most attracted to another ... through no fault of his own.

      Gwen laughed, thinking that Lancelot was referring to the kitten. Now if I can only convince Arthur to allow me to keep it.

      I am sure you shall have no problem convincing his Majesty of anything your heart desires, my Queen.

      Ashes. Gwen smiled at the kitten. I think I shall name you ... Ashes.

      Because of the cat's unusual coloring? Lancelot asked.

      Gwen nodded. I think it is most fitting, do you not think so?

      Of course, my Queen. Uh ... is his Majesty around?

      No, he is away. Arthur is visiting the kings in the north to seek alliances. He is not due back until tomorrow.

      Does his Majesty truly believe he can unite all of the northern kingdoms?

      That is his hope. Gwen replied. And in time, not only the northern kingdoms but all of the kingdoms from all regions.

      That would be a miracle if he could do such a thing.

      It shall take much work and time, of course. But if anyone can do it, I believe my husband can.

      I am inclined to agree with you, my Queen. His Majesty is an amazing and fortunate man.

      Fortunate?

      To have a wife as beautiful as you, any man could only dream of being so fortunate.

      You are being silly again, Lancelot.

      I cannot believe his Majesty would have left such a lovely creature such as yourself, alone as he has done. Surely he is not in his right mind.

      I think we can dispense with the flattery, Sir Knight. Gwen smiled. But thank you for saying so.

      It is not flattery, my Queen. I think you are our nation's greatest treasure.

      And I think you have been in the sun too long, Sir Knight.

      I am not a Knight, yet. Lancelot grinned.

      I know. However, Arthur has all but considered you as one. It is only a formality, should you choose to join us.

      And that, my beautiful Queen, is why I have come. I have made my decision.

      Truly!? Gwen exclaimed. You shall join us!?

      How could I say 'no' to you, my Queen? Your wish is my command.

      That is wonderful, Lancelot! Arthur shall be so pleased!

      And what of you, my Queen? Are you not pleased?

      Of course I am, Lancelot! What a silly thing to ask.

      Lancelot bowed towards her once again. Until the formalities have been settled, I am yours to command, my Queen. How may I be of service to you?

      Gwen smiled at Lancelot. You are a kind-hearted man, Sir Lancelot. Though you have yet to officially swear fealty to my husband, I shall henceforth call you Sir Lancelot. I look forward to your joining our noble Knights of Camelot.

      Please, my Queen. I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. Is there anything I may do to be of service to you?

      Gwen thought to herself for a moment. Actually ... there is one small thing I might ask of you, Sir Lancelot. But I shall not command you; I shall only ask as a favor from a friend.

      Of course, my Queen! What can I do?

      I wish to go and visit with my Grandmother Shira at her cottage. But Arthur says I may not travel without escort, and I have been unable to visit with my Grandmother for over a week."

      Shira ... is the wife of Merlin, if I recall?

      Yes. Just as Merlin is my Grandfather. He and my Uncle Kemuel have also been away this past week, as they are out hunting, uh ... 'creatures'.

      Creatures?

      Shadow demons, to be exact. We ... had an encounter with them a few weeks ago. And ... a powerful demon named Legion. It is a long story, but the demon Legion was vanquished. Only the shadow demons remain.

      "Ahem. I see. I must confess, I have never met a ... 'demon'. Though I have heard stories. Nor have I have had the opportunity to meet the wizard Merlin; though I had heard he was in attendance at your wedding. Yes, my Queen, I would be greatly honored to offer you safe escort to the home of Merlin's wife. But may I ask, what of the other Knights? Could they have not offered you escort this past week?"

      They, too, are away for a training exercise. Sir Bors wishes them to be as ready as they can be for when Sir George returns.

      Sir George?

      Yes, Sir George is our new Weapons Master.

      I believe I had met all of your Knights at your wedding feast. I do not recall meeting a 'Sir George' at that time.

      She is new to us. Gwen smiled. Sir George has only recently joined us.

      Lancelot looked at Gwen in surprise. Excuse me? Did you just say ... 'she'?

      Yes. Gwen laughed. Our Sir George is a woman. She is a ... distant cousin of mine.

      A woman, you say?

      Yes, Sir Lancelot. Gwen smiled. Camelot now has a woman Knight in our midst.

      Surely you jest!

      When you meet Sir George, you shall understand.

      Women ... are not warriors!

      Apparently ... some women are. Gwen chuckled. As I have spoken, you shall soon see.

      Lancelot sighed and shook his head.

      You do not approve of a woman being a Knight?

      Uh ... no, as a matter of fact, I do not. I think the whole notion to be ludicrous. Surely his Majesty has gone mad.

      If you were the first to have thought such a thing, I should be most put out with you, Lancelot. However, you stand among many who have also thought such a thing. Until they met ... George.

      Women and children are meant to be protected, my Queen. Women are not designed to ... fight.

      Guinevere raised her eyebrow. Oh? And what do you believe women are designed to do?

      I ... think we both already know what women are designed to do.

      Gwen looked at Lancelot with a sly smile. If Sir George were to defeat you in a contest, would you reconsider your position?

      I shall NEVER face a woman in combat! It is not right! Or honorable!

      We shall see, Sir Lancelot. We shall see.

      Lancelot snorted in contempt. Even if she were ten feet tall and had the strength of Hercules, I could not battle against a ... woman.

      George is no taller than I. Gwen smiled. And her build is no larger. She is also rather pretty, I might add. But if I were to place a wager as to which of you would be the victor? I assure you, you shall fall just as every other man who has attempted to best her.

      Surely you jest! Other men have ... contested with this woman!?

      George ... loves contests. Most of the Knights have attempted and all have failed; even Bors.

      THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE!

      Gwen laughed. If I had a silver coin for every time I have heard that.

      Where is this ... Sir George, if I might ask? I confess my curiosity is most piqued. I would at the very least like to see this ... 'woman warrior'.

      She is on her honeymoon. Gwen smiled.

      What!?

      Actually ... she returns tomorrow, as well as Arthur. She is expected to arrive by evening with her new husband, Julian. They shall be arriving by carriage, along with Morgan and Sir Accolon, whom they are picking up along the way. With my husband also returning tomorrow, we are all planning on visiting the Marketplace for evening meal, along with Bors and his wife, Deorwynn. Would you like to join us?

      Uh ... with four married couples? I think not.

      Then perhaps you shall at least find time to speak with Arthur tomorrow afternoon before we depart. Again, I say to you, he has been most concerned about where you have been.

      Why would he be so concerned about me? He hardly knows me.

      My husband knows you well enough to know you are a good man. Such men are not in abundance, I am afraid.

      Ah. You refer to his gift of seeing hearts.

      My husband believes you have a good heart. He...

      Just then the small kitten began mewling.

      Oh dear, I think Ashes is hungry. said Gwen. Would you excuse me, Sir Lancelot? I shall take Ashes to Cook and see if she can care for this precious creature this afternoon, while we travel to my Grandmother's house. I believe Cook once had a cat of her own; I am sure she would not object for just a short time.

      Of course, my Queen. I shall wait here for you.

      Gwen smiled at Lancelot and then surprised him with a kiss on his cheek. "You are a good and kind-hearted man, Lancelot. It is also written, 'A righteous man regards the life of his animal.' Rescuing this helpless animal is proof enough to me of your heart. I shall not be gone long, and then we may depart."

      How far away is Merlin's cottage? Lancelot asked.

      About twenty miles. We should be able to go and return by nightfall.

      Of course, my Queen. It is no trouble at all. Anything you require, I am at your beckon and call.

      Thank you, Lancelot. I do so miss seeing my Grandmother. Especially as I am with ... uhm...

      You are with ... what, my Queen?

      Gwen looked down at her stomach, bashfully. Oh, nothing; it is of no importance to speak of. It is too soon to speak of such things. I just miss my mother and my Grandmother, that is all. I had better go see Cook. Gwen said, smiling at the kitten.

      Lancelot bowed as High Queen Guinevere quickly left the room and headed towards the royal kitchen.

      After she had gone, Lancelot sighed as he placed his hand on his cheek where Gwen has kissed him. Perhaps it was a bad idea coming here, after all. He groaned to himself.

      *** *** ***

      A short time later, Queen Guinevere and her well-armed escort Sir Lancelot we riding at a comfortable gallop towards the distant cottage of Merlin the Wizard, which was located at the edge of the Great Forest.

      It would be a fateful day for the two of them. For suddenly and out of nowhere, they were ambushed by men armed with swords and crossbows. Two bolts were all it took to take Lancelot off of his horse. And before Lancelot could rise back to his feet, he and Gwen found themselves surrounded by twenty men, one of whom smashed the hilt of his sword across Lancelot's head, knocking him unconscious as Gwen looked on in horror.

      Take her alive. The leader growled to his men, sheathing his sword. Méléagant has promised double our price if we bring her in to him, unharmed. Then he looked at a terrified Guinevere. And your highness? I would keep silent, if I were you. Then he pointed at Lancelot lying on the ground. If you so much as utter a single word, I shall cut out his heart while you watch.

      Chapter 3

      On the following day around the noon hour, it was still pouring down rain as four passengers were riding inside a covered carriage, slowly plodding southwards along a 70 mile stretch of road between Liddington and Camelot. They had been traveling all morning and were now at about the halfway point. Sitting across from Sir George and Julian were Morgan le Fay and Sir Accolon, who had been visiting George and Julian in their newly acquired castle in Liddington.

      That night was the beginning of week's end and the two couples were heading to Castle Camelot to rendezvous with two other couples, Arthur and Gwen and Bors and Deorwynn; after which the four couples were planning to head out for a fun-filled evening at the Marketplace.

      I hate the rain. Did I ever tell you that?

      Julian smiled at George. Not since this morning. But if we are counting the past three months that we have been here, well ... I think I might need a calculator.

      George rolled her eyes and crossed her arms with a frown. Shut up. Who asked you, anyway?

      Morgan looked at George with a hint of sadness. Do you truly hate the rain, George?

      George sighed as she looked out the carriage window. It's not that I hate the rain ... so much ... as that I hate that it rains ... so much.

      Did it not rain this much where you once lived before?

      Not like this, it didn't. Sorry, Morgan; I didn't mean to depress you.

      Oh, I am not depressed! I think the rain is wondrous! Is it not because of the rain that everything is so beautiful!?

      Finally George smiled and turned her head at Morgan. You know, Morgan? There are only two people in this whole entire world who seem to be able to get me to smile when it rains. You, and Gwen.

      Morgan looked at George with delight. Truly!?

      Yes, sweetie. George chuckled. You have this uncanny ability to see something wonderful in everything you see. How do you do that?

      Morgan shrugged. Is there not much wonder to see? I only see what is plainly before us! And rain is a blessing, is it not?

      George then gave Morgan one of her famous smirks. You're also the only person in this whole world who makes me feel guilty about my complaining.

      Which is often. Accolon grinned.

      George raised her eyebrow. Watchit, farm boy; or I'll give you something to complain about.

      Accolon held up his hands in teasing surrender. Far be it from me to cross swords with our Weapons Master.

      And George sighed again. I'm sorry, Accolon. It seems like I'm biting off everyone's head, today.

      Accolon winked at her. We are quite used to you 'biting off' heads. You would not be our lovable Sir George if you did not.

      George looked at Julian. Did he just insult me?

      Not as much as you insulted me. Julian replied with a fake hurt expression.

      Great. George groaned. What did I do, now?

      You said that Gwen and Morgan were the only two who could make you smile in the rain.

      George thought to herself for a moment. Then she grabbed Julian by the neck and tightly held on, giving him a rather long and passionate kiss. Finally when she was done, she released her 'hostage' and gave him a smirk, while Julian attempted to catch his breath and cease blushing.

      Correction. George said with a mischievous smile. Gwen and Morgan are the only two 'women' who can make me smile in the rain. You, lover, can make me smile in any kind of weather.

      When Julian finally managed to regain his composure, he offered an astonished Accolon and Morgan a sheepish grin. I hate it when she does that. I can never see it coming.

      Accolon looked at George with a slight frown of disapproval. Ahem. Yes, well...

      George snorted. Please. The man is my husband. I can do with him, whatever I want. It's even written into my marriage contract. Then she arched her eyebrow at Julian. It was either that or Kemuel was going to SELL me to you! Like that was ever gonna happen.

      You know why they do it, George; with the Brideprice and Dowry and all of that.

      George held up her hand to stop him. I know, I know. I understand it a little better; I get it, now. Sort of. But back then? Believe me, I wasn't ABOUT to let some fool male think they could sell me like a piece of meat.

      Morgan smiled happily at Accolon and gabbed his hand, affectionately. Accolon purchased me with his mother's necklace! It was very important to Accolon.

      I know, sweetie. George smiled, tenderly. That's because you are very special to Accolon.

      Morgan giggled as Accolon leaned over to kiss her.

      I wish I could have been there for your special day. George said, sadly. I missed out on both yours and Gwen's weddings. It seems Julian and I didn't arrive until after all the good stuff happened.

      It is okay, George. Morgan smiled. I am most pleased you and Julian have come to Camelot! And there is more ... uh ... 'good stuff' ... that is about to happen! Can you believe Gwen is going to have a baby!? I am so excited!

      I know you are excited, Morgan. George laughed. So am I. And yes, you are right; this is truly a ... most ... 'wondrous' ... event.

      Julian chuckled.

      What!? George complained to Julian in frustration. Did I not say it right!?

      You said the right words, George. he laughed, But you say them so ... painfully.

      Well, at least I'm trying! Then she looked at Morgan and Accolon. Sorry, guys; unlike Julian, here, I'm still not very good at speaking ... you know ... medievally; I'm afraid I'm a lost cause city girl; I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to a lot of things.

      What is a ... calculator? Accolon asked.

      Uh ... well... George stammered, ...you know what an abacus is?

      Yes, I believe our Master Scribe, Alfred, has an abacus.

      Think of a calculator as an abacus with batteries.

      What is a battery?

      George sighed. "Never mind. Gugh. I hate it here."

      Julian chuckled and put his arm around George.

      Then Morgan smiled at George. It is okay, George; you do not have to learn to act differently. You do not have to speak differently. You are who you are. And I love you just the way that you are. And I know that Gwen loves you, too!

      George sighed happily at Morgan. Cousin Morgan? You ... are the most precious thing in all of Camelot, did you know that? I'm so glad you came into my life. Err ... I mean, I guess I sort of dropped into your life, didn't I?

      Morgan clapped her hands with joy. It was a most wondrous day! I shall never forget it!

      Accolon laughed. Nor shall I ever forget the day we first met. You still had all of your scars and ... uh ...

      And Merlin made your scars all go away! Morgan exclaimed. It was a most wondrous wedding miracle!

      George arched her eyebrow at Accolon. Uh huh. And as for you...

      Accolon coughed, nervously. Uh oh.

      Then George leaned over and kissed Accolon on the cheek. You ... have been so good to Morgan. I cannot TELL you how much I appreciate how good you are with Morgan. The way you respect her and appreciate her and help her and encourage her and love her? Accolon, you are a rare find and a TRUE Knight in shining armor, if ever there was one.

      Accolon began to blush. Uh ... thank you, Weapons Master.

      Would you stop calling me that? My name is George.

      Julian chuckled. Now you sound like Arthur. Accolon is a Knight. You are our Royal Master of Weapons. They're into titles here, so ... deal with it.

      George gave Julian a hurt expression. Deal with it?

      Julian sighed. I'm sorry, George. Bad choice of words. Forgive me?

      That really irks me, you know. I'm trying to deal with being stuck back here as best as I know how. It doesn't help when you throw that at me.

      Julian sighed. I'm sorry, George. I know you're trying hard; I really do. That was ... the wrong thing to say; it's not how I meant it.

      George smiled at him. It's okay, Julian. I know I've been complaining a lot lately and haven't been all that easy to get along with. I forgive you. Care to ... kiss and make up?

      George...

      Only a kiss, I promise! George laughed. We can do the 'make up' later, after we get to our room in the castle.

      Fine. Julian smiled, as he leaned over to kiss her. But he had to push George away when she wasn't quite ready to stop. "Ahem. Uh ... after we get to our room, remember?"

      George then teasingly ran her fingers across his lips. Oh, we are SO going to make up when we get there.

      Cough. Yes, well... Then in embarrassment, Julian turned to look at Accolon and Morgan and shrugged, apologetically.

      Morgan was looking at George wide-eyed. You two are most ... affectionate. Especially you, George.

      George looked at Morgan with a wide grin. Honey, how old were you when you got married?

      I was fifteen. Fourteen is the appropriate age, but I was not yet ready for such things.

      I know you weren't ready, sweetie. And I do know old you were, too. My point is, when I married Julian, I was 104 years old. Believe me when I say, I have a WHOLE lotta time to make up for.

      Accolon looked at George in surprise. "Truly!? I mean, Weapons Master, I know of your story and ... of your years of age, but ... I had

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