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Post by Guinevère on Jul 3, 2010 22:54:21 GMT -5
"I doubt anyone could bored with you." She told him with a small laugh. Gwen thought it was more likely to happen the other way around, but she hoped he would not see her as thus. With her helping him and Merlin, then she would at lest get a chance to get to know more about the tall dark stranger. Maybe with in that time, find an excuse to see more of him. Become his friend even. Gwen loved making new friends, and she was good at telling who would be friends and who might not be. She was hoping she was right and that Lancelot would become a friend. Perhaps, with time it might grow into more?
Gwen would try to make sure she spoke to Merlin, at lest in passing everyday then. That way he would not miss her and be able to tell her if Lancelot did not get a chance to tell her. "Thank you, that would be very kind of you. I hope you last out the time." She had not seen him fight, and wondered how good he was. He fought the beast Merlin had seen, so he had to be good!
Gwen did not speak up to again call the prince a bully. Lancelot would need to make up his own mind about him. Gwen had watched Arthur do many things that made her call him a bully. His last servant, the one before Merlin, had to lift a huge target and run around with it so Arthur could show off to his friends. Merlin had stood up for the boy, and Gwen had thought he was a hero for it.
When Lancelot called her pretty, she blushed much deeper but did not look away. Not this time, but it took some effort. She opened her mouth to reply but could not think of anything to say in reply to it. In the end she just smiled and gave a another soft laugh. "Thank you, I think." She joked, meaning the first part.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2010 1:07:56 GMT -5
"I'm sure there are many .... you would just have to ask around." he said, breaking into a wide smile. He had served as a page or performed knightly duties ever since he had left his apprenticeship with the carpentry master at the age of eighteen. He had had some tutoring in both swordsmanship and knightly behavior before he had reached that age. However, after leaving his carpentry master he was just consumed with perfecting the his craft, at least with a sword, and had had little experience with social relationships. This Gwen, though, intrigued him more than any other female he had ever run across. He just didn't know if he just wanted her as a friend, or as something more.
Right now, though, his focus really wasn't on friendship, but to make sure he was ready for training, and ready to face his test with Arthur, if and when that day came. He did wonder if she would come to see him, and if it would only be on that fateful day yet to come, or if she would be interested in seeing him at other times. He expected the answer was no, since he thought a pretty girl like Gwen, would have plenty of young men pursuing her.
He did wonder, for example, what she would see in him, since he was not at the same recognized level as any of Arthur's knights, especially since he was not considered to be an English noble. He did notice that she had stopped talking about Prince Arthur, especially when he gave her the what he considered to be a slight compliment. He saw her look back at him, and assumed that if her complexion wasn't so dark he would have seen a red blush. It seemed that she wanted to say something, but all that came out was a little laugh, which he thought was quite becoming, and sort-of a thank you, which he responded with, "your welcome, I'm sure."
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 4, 2010 17:17:00 GMT -5
Perhaps she ought to do more favors for Merlin, if this is the type of favor Merlin asked of her. Gwen had known the risk of helping Merlin out, and had decided that helping the man who saved Merlin was more then worth the risk. If the king found out that everyone was in on it, everyone would end up facing the king's famous wrath. Gwen however, did not think they could be caught. This would work! No one questioned the word of a knight.
"I will not." She joked in return, saying she would not ask people if they thought him boring. Gwen wondered however, if once he became a knight if he would still come see her. As a knight, ladies of the court would see his hansom face, wearing Camelot's seal and think him dashing. She hoped that happened, for him. She wanted him to be accepted into the highest circles.
"So, until tomorrow then?" She asked, knowing she had to get to work, and that Merlin might be waiting on him. She wanted to invite him to supper but knew if she did that she would get no work done for him. Then he could not approach the prince tomorrow, or whenever he was planning to. Gwen was glad that tomorrow was not a formal dinner of the kings. When it was informal, she helped Morgana dress and then had a few hours off until she returned to help Morgana prepare for bed. She could use these hours to meet with Lancelot. Had it been a formal dinner, Gwen would have accompanied Morgana as her servant.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2010 20:00:50 GMT -5
It had been an enjoyable afternoon, that was for sure. Lancelot was not one who was prone to do much socializing,especially with the opposite sex. He had simply never done it and therefore had no experience at it. All he had ever wanted to be was a knight. Getting fitted was a necessary step in that process, he had known. He had not expected to be so comfortable with his tailor, though. He knew, though, that Merlin would be wondering where he was at. So .... if she was done he should be heading back.
He still didn't know if this great charade was going to work. Lord knows, Merlin seemed confident. Lancelot knew at least one thing for sure. He was going to have to thank his newest friend, Merlin, for introducing him to Gwen. Succeed or fail, it had all been worth it to meet her. "And why won't you ask them ..... afraid of the answer," he teased back. If he was successful, though, in becoming a Knight of Camelot, he did wonder how much his life would change.
"Yes, of course, milady .... mademoiselle," he said as he took her hand once more and kissed it. "I hope it will be the next of many times that we meet .... if you would want to." He stepped back, giving her a farewell nod and pulled his cloak back on ..... wrapping it around his shoulders. "Is there a specific time that you would like me to return, ma cherie, or will you send Merlin a message, perhaps, when you are ready." Something suddenly occurred to him that he wanted to have answered, but was afraid what the answer would be. "Ummm ..... pardon ...... milady ...... but are you and Merlin seeing ...... each other?," he asked.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 4, 2010 21:34:22 GMT -5
"I will not ask them because I already know the answer." She replied, "And that is simply that you could not bore them. Soon you will be feasting with kings, and entertaining ladies at court. They will find you anything but dull." She promises, even if it wasn't a promise she could make. It was more encouragement then a true promise. Gwen was always full of hopes for other people and her self. She believed that if you had hope in your heart you could get past anything in your way. Most times.
When he kissed her hand again she felt warm and giddy. She didn't want to let go of his hand, but knew it would be silly of her to hold on to it. So dashing, he was going to break hearts all over the kingdom once the king knighted him. "I hope that as well." She watched him put on his cloak and knew she would count the moments until tomorrow when he walked her home from work. "If you are staying with Merlin, I shall just deliver the message my self. I would not want to ask someone to do something so simple. I can just meet you there when Morgana is done with me for the day."
His next questions gave her a surprised pause as she looked up at him. She thought of the kiss she had given him not long ago. Merlin had almost died and she had been so happy to see him alive, that she had kissed him. It however, had told her enough. Merlin could not inspire the feelings in her that she wished he could have. Merlin would forever be her dearest friend, in an almost (but not quite) brotherly way. "N-nn-no." She whispered, feeling hopeful that he had asked. "Merlin and I are simply friends. I love him, but not as a woman. As a friend." The same way she loved Morgana in a way, and her other friends in the city.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2010 0:03:02 GMT -5
Lancelot laughed, "You must know all things worth knowing then. And how exactly could you possibly know that," he asked with his substantial arms folded across his chest. "Oh I would not assume that I have any built-in ability to hold the attentions of others, especially noble ones. It is said that my family is descended from French nobility, but I claim only common stock. Now I may be in the presence of noble men and ladies, but I doubt whether they will be too impressed by the likes of me." He thought she greatly underestimated his ability to be dull and uninteresting.
The time for him to take his leave had now arrived, and he felt she was due all the honor of leaving that he could grant her, and therefore, he gave her the kiss on the hand. He did not sense, at least not immediately, any sensation that she wanted to remove her hand from his lips. In fact, he could swear some degree of resistance when he started to pull away. He nodded his head in acceptance of her words. "I look forward, then, with some anticipation, to your visit tomorrow afternoon. I will not be causing you any inconvenience then, with you interrupting your normal activities, no?"
When he asked his last question, he thought she gave him the strangest look she had given so far. He was afraid, even more now, of what his answer would be. Why didn't she respond right away. With each passing, he worried more and more of what she was about to say. However, in the end, thankfully she answered in the negative. "Well ..... he is a good friend to have. I hope that I will be blessed enough to earn your friendship as well."
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 5, 2010 22:44:15 GMT -5
"You can say that you like, but I know how they will see you. A young hansom knight who behaves as a dashing hero should." She seemed to realizes she was being rather bold and near the end her words came out slower as she was uncertain if she should speak them. "Time will tell us who is right."
"Oh no, you will not be doing anything besides giving me something to fill a few hours of free time." She told him. On normal days she would spend the time in her father's shop talking to him, or doing some mending, or something useful. She rarely planned on doing anything, just did that she felt she wanted or needed to. It was her time to relax and just enjoy being a servant and not a noble who had to be holding court at the moment. "I look forward to it as well."
Gwen walked over to the door and opened it for him, while giving him a bright smile over his last words. "I think you are off to the perfect start. I would like it if you called me your friend." She hoped they became great friends, over time. Perhaps even more if he allowed it and her shyness did not keep her from trying. She would have to work on that.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2010 11:06:43 GMT -5
Lancelot blushed brightly at her words. "You give me way too much credit milady .... mademoiselle. I would just be one knight among many. I'm sure that there would be several others that would attract attention more than I would." It seemed, though, that she had no problem speaking about his qualities, as compared to her own. He did notice, however, that her words were becoming more tentative, as if she was a bit self-conscious. "I suppose so," he answered, sure that he was right.
Lancelot did not want his activities to cause her schedule or duties to be upset from normal. "I had no idea you had a great deal of trouble filling those minutes of your free time," he smiled back. He hoped that if she did get a chance to watch him, that she would not be bored or disappointed in the result. "I hope you will be entertained by the demonstration, and find it worthwhile. I suppose you will look forward to it so that you can see how your work holds up, as I've said before. Is there any other reason that you would be interested in our swordplay, ma cherie?," he smiled somewhat mischievously.
Lancelot knew that she was undoubtedly busy as a servant, and had many thing that she needed to get to. So, as she moved to the door and opened it for him he was not in the least bit insulted or put out. "Yes .... mademoiselle Gwen .... you have been most kind in doing this for me. Why of course ..... I would be happy to call you friend, if you felt inclined to do the same," as he blushed slightly. He hesitated, though, over what would be the best way to say good-bye. He didn't want to be forward, but he didn't think just shaking hands would suffice. He was in a little bit of a quandary, since he did not want to end their first meeting on a sour note.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 6, 2010 12:00:51 GMT -5
Gwen felt her self smile at his words, not that she wasn't already smiling but this one was a bit different; if smiles could be different. Gwen knew that she would not go out of her way to watch sword play or the Prince train his men. She was not into such violent sports. She would watch when the city gathered for a competition, or challenge but did not seek such things out to watch often. "I am not going there, to watch the sword play." She admitted to him. Not wanting to say the words that she held back out loud. Maybe one day, when she knew him better she could speak more freely about this beginnings of feelings.
She felt the butterflies in her belly flutter when he called her friend and spoke of wanting the same from her. "Then I shall look forward tomorrow even more, knowing that I spend the time with a friend." She was holding the door but him but noticed that he seemed to pause for a moment. In the short silence that followed, as she looked into his eyes, an awareness built around her. She felt goosebumps on her arm and the small hairs on her neck stand. Neither was from fear or awkwardness.
What did he pause? What was he thinking? Gwen watched him, afraid to say a word and break the moment but wanting desperately to know what he was thinking. Was there something he wanted to say, to add on to their conversation? Perhaps there was something he was debating on doing? The moment stretched on and Gwen could not speak the words to break it. Not from shyness, but from the lack of want to break the spell.
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Lancelot knew that it was time to leave. She was holding the door open for him. For once, the words had come out in the proper way, and, at least far, hadn't made a fool of himself. That made a good argument for leaving now, before he said or did something stupid, he thought to himself. Then she unleashed a really sincere smile, and he was both entranced and dumbfounded at the same time.
Fortunately for him, or so he thought, she broke the ice by saying something. But what she said was that she wasn't going there for the sword action. She was implying that she would go for another reason. And that reason would be what exactly? He almost got the feeling that she wanted to say something else. The silence just hung there between them. Lance held his hands, clasped behind his back, just to keep them occupied in this awkward moment.
Knowing that she regarded him as a friend so easily after just their first meeting he felt he had found one as well. She then just had to go and encourage his attraction didn't she: "Then I shall look forward tomorrow even more, knowing that I spend the time with a friend." He wondered if he had the same effect on her as she had had on him. He doubted it ... but still ..... He really did not know what to do, but he knew he had to do something. As he passed by her as he went through the doorway he stopped. First, looking down into her eyes, he took a deep breath, taking in her aroma, and just savoring the moment, just inches apart. He thought about kissing her the cheek, but decided that was too much too soon. He took her hand in both of his and kissed it, saying, as he rose from his slight bow, "Many thanks, ma cherie .... until tomorrow," and then he was gone.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 7, 2010 19:11:58 GMT -5
It was the third time he had kissed her hand and she still felt like it was the first, her fingers tightened on his, and she knew her face had to go a shade darker in a blush. Her heart beat faster, and the butteries in her belly felt as big as birds. All to soon he had not only let go of her hand but walked away. She lifted her hand to her lips smiled. It wasn't the same, no where near the same, as a real kiss but if one meeting lead to three kisses upon her hand, what would a whole evening lead to? "Until tomorrow" She said to no one, before slowly shutting the door.
She moved around her house distracted for most of the day and the evening. Even when she went to help Morgana prepare for bed she had her mind on other things. Morgana was talking, as normal about the Prince's arrogance and about other nobles and recent events and Gwen replied with half answers and tried to stay focus on the conversation but she had trouble. After giving the lady her sleeping draft, Gwen went to head home for the evening.
She debated on going down the to court physicians to 'visit Merlin' but decided not to. She did not want to appear overly eager, and if someone told Lancelot that she did not normally come for a visit it would be embarrassing.
She went home and opened her sewing basket and started to work instead. She worked most of the night on the tunic, making it perfect before going to bed. In the morning, she made her father lunch to take with him to the blacksmith's shop, and then gathered the fabric for his pants and took them with her the castle. She dared not take the tunic there, in case someone might notice what she worked on, however pants where pants. Who was to say they were not for her father? These were a bit nice for a blacksmith, but she was not concerned that Morgana would notice.
The day seemed to DRAG on as she waited for the day to grow near it's close. It felt like the sun was lazy today and moved slower then normal. At times Gwen would stop what she was doing to check the hour and laugh at her self for doing so. When it was finally time however, she hurried to were she would meet Lancelot.
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Lancelot had been sorely tempted to kiss her, at least on the cheek, but he knew that would be taking too many liberties too soon. Besides, he didn't really know how much she liked him, let alone was attracted to him. Who knows, her only reason for doing all of this may have been the repayment of a massive favor to Merlin . However, just like the last two times, she made no effort to pull her hand away. In fact, she had held on to his hand pretty tightly. Even when their bodies had been close, just a moment before, he had not noticed any attempt by her to back away either.
As he straightened back up, was that a blush he saw, or was he just seeing things again. In any case, he thought to himself, that he had to leave now, or he couldn't trust what the results would be. With a friendly nod and slight bow Lancelot had turned and walked away. As soon as he had walked ed away from her place and turned the corner, he had to stop and lean against the building, and catch his breath, and collect himself.
She had had quite an unexpected effect on the young knight, and he wasn't sure that he wanted his new friend, Merlin, to see what state that he was in as a result. He knew that once he got back to the Court Physicians quarters he was going to have to have a long talk with Merlin. He knew that she was a great seamstress, but Lancelot had more question than answers, and he wanted to change that.
It was a short distance back, from Gwen's home to where he was temporarily staying with Merlin. He wanted to know whatever Merlin could tell him. He was so anxious to find out what he could that it seemed that he had just left Gwen, and he was back in Merlin's room. As luck would have it, though, Merlin was not there, probably attending to the needs of Prince Arthur. In time, though, he did return, and first of all, wanted to make sure that Merlin wasn't seeing her.
Lancelot was relieved to hear that Merlin wasn't, but still, he didn't sleep well overnight. The day passed ever so slowly and he found that he had little appetite for either breakfast or lunch, and as soon as the evening meal had passed, he excused himself, went directly to her home, and headed to the appointed place. He couldn't wait to see what progress she had made.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 8, 2010 22:01:15 GMT -5
Gwen hurried home once she could and wondered if Lancelot would be there or if she was early. She carried the pants she had just finished in a small basket to keep them clean from the dust that was the roads of the lowertown. As she grew near, she felt her self grow nervous. What is yesterday was something that did not last the night? Would it be awkward? Had she made it more then it was?
Upon spying she she paused, and felt her self smile. He was there before her and waiting. After a moment, she walked closer to him. "Hullo," She greeted softly. She had on a think red cloak (Pendragon red) and the hood was up framing her face. It had been Morgana's once upon a time, but when Morgana got a new thicker and softer one Gwen was given this one for her use. "I hope you did not wait long."
She could tell with in moments that--at lest on her part--she had not downplayed yesterday. She felt just as excited about spending the evening with him as before. She wondered if he did, or if he was excited about the clothing she was making. She believed that he might see her as a friend, he had said so, but she wished she knew more about him. Allot more. Not his history, but just about him. His thoughts, feelings, morals the things that made up who he was.
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Lancelot had hurried over to Gwen's home as early as he figured he dared to. Was she finished and did she want to meet with him again as it appeared she did just the day before? It had taken all of the self-discipline he possessed to risk coming over earlier in the day, in the off-chance she had stayed home to work. His stomach had been so nervous all day that he had only taken in a few crackers all day.
She was not there when he arrived, so he nervously paced back and forth in front of her door. he was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he didn't here her approach until she was almost on top of him. The first thing that he saw was the broad, but even smile of her two rows of teeth, that were a brilliant white set against her darker facial tones. He answered her greeting with a "Hello," of his own, as well as a kiss of her hand. "I trust you made some good progress with the clothes today, milady? Wait? No, I had just arrived," he said, only exaggerating a little.
As far as he could tell, especially by the expression in her eyes, and her facial expressions that she was a s glad to see him today as he had been the day previously. Outside of the fitting of his knight's apparel, he had no more idea what she was planing for the rest of the evening, but he was sure she would have some ideas.
He was sure that he wanted to be her friend, and hoped she did as well. He, of course, was interested in the clothing they were currently wearing, as well as what she had just finished for his knightly uniform. However, he assumed that that wouldn't take too long and the rest of the evening would be theirs.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 9, 2010 21:34:09 GMT -5
"I guess you will have to wait and see." She told him while giving her head and playful shake no. She wasn't going to tell help how she thought she did. She was always nervous when giving people things she made. What if it did not fit, or felt wrong when the wore it? What if it ripped?! So many things could go wrong that Gwen did not like to boast about her work, in fear of seeming arrogant and prideful.
"I am glad I did not make you wait, I was worried I might be rudely late, and I didn't have time to try to tell Merlin to tell you. Morgana was trying to dress to impress Arthur tonight. She wont admit it but, I could tell." She was not late really, but she was later then she had hoped she could be. If she had her way, she'd have been here long ago. On the other hand she was glad he beat her here, the wait for him would have felt like hours when it could only be moments or seconds. "Shall we go to my home, so you can try on the clothing?"
Gwen's home was small but she had an area in it curtained for her self to have privacy. Lancelot would have to make use of that to change his clothing. She had spend some of her time cleaning it up this morning so that he would not find it messy or see some of her under-dresses my mistake.
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"I trust that I will not have to wait very long, milady." She was teasing him, he thought. Or was she? She probably was not one to boast over their own work, he decided. In fact, being a servant, she was not likely to laud her own work in front of others. He doubted if she was encouraged much to claim a lot of skill in her work, he considered. He would make sure that she was aware how much he was thankful for her efforts and work.
He listened to her talking about the possibility of being late, and he shook his head. "There was nothing to worry yourself about that issue. You I could wait forever for, and mind, mademoiselle. Morgana? And how is she? I take it that you did not bring up that I knew her father long ago, no?" He found her aside about Morgana, and by implication Arthur. "Is the Lady Morgana interested in the Crown Prince, perhaps," he asked. She abruptly changed the course of the conversation into a question, and he responded, "Yes .... yes .....of course .... lead on."
Lancelot followed her , and walked with her side-by-side, making sure he walked on her street-side, to protect her if the need ever arose. It was only a minute before they reached her house, and she opened the door inviting him in. He saw a curtained-off area, and he turned to her and asked, "I assume this area has been prepared for me, no?"
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 10, 2010 22:26:20 GMT -5
"Just follow me, then." She told him and started walking to her home that she shared with her father. "No, I did not ask her if she remembered you. I had thought about it, but did not want to bring attention to you. If she recalled a carpenter, then she might wonder how I knew of you and when a knight shows up named Lancelot . . . . I did not want to cause you trouble."
Gwen carried her basket before her as she walked along the paths in the lowertown of Camelot. She would give nods when passing people that she knew but did not stop to speak with them. She did not want to do as she just explained, and have to introduce him; drawing the unwanted attention.
"Yes, I made sure you would have privacy while changing. It will be a small space, but you should have the room needed to move and . . ." She paused not wanting to say undressed, or think about him undressing. She gave a shy chuckle, and blushed. " . . . test out the clothing."
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"Very well, milady ..... Gwen ..... your wish is my command," he smiled slightly. He remembered the way to her home and he understood that it would take only a few moments to reach it. He imagined that the short distance between it and the caste was quite convenient for her work as Lady Morgana's servant. He listened to her explanation about not telling Morgana, and understood it. It was only another layer in the deception that they were engaging in. "Yes, it makes the most sense I suppose. That is quite thoughtful to think of me in that way."
Lancelot thought that Gwen must be at least somewhat nervous as they walked in the open. She did say hello to many people, but of course, did not stop long enough to get into a conversation where Lancelot had to be introduced. He figured that carrying the basket gave her something to do with her hands, which could be important if she was nervous at all. She seemed to know many people and be friends with most of them. All Lancelot did was to dutifully follow behind her on the way back to her home.
As soon as they were in her home she directed him to the place that he would be changing. It seemed to be a small space behind the curtain, but he thought that it would probably be sufficient. "It is most kind for you to provide me with this .... privacy .... mademoiselle. Test out t he clothing?," he asked, smiling, as he saw her blush slightly. "I'm sure that it will pass the test. If some alterations needed to be made, I expect they will get your personal attention, no?," he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 11, 2010 20:43:45 GMT -5
Gwen felt safer once they were in her home, away from any questing glances she might have been receiving. "My father will not be here until much later. He spoke of dinning with his apprentice and his daughter tonight." So they were alone. At lest she thought they might be. "Do you know if Merlin might be joining us tonight? I did not think to invite him." She had only thought about her part in this.
"Yes," She replied after he teased her, "I will make sure to handle it personally. I might even have to ask you to . . . " She had been trying to be bold but her words trailed off some, " . . . wear them, whileeee . . . I, fix them." She was not as bold as she wanted to be.
She pulled the pants out of the basket it was carrying and walked them behind the current while getting his tunic out of hiding as well. She had even saved some chain mail from her father's shop, so that he could have that. Her father was like her, a happy man who liked to help others. She had not explained what it was for but he trusted her.
Returning from behind the screen she paused. "Everything is on the bed and ready for you. You me to prepare you anything to eat or drink, while you dress . . . Sir
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2010 23:44:31 GMT -5
As soon as they were both inside, Lancelot felt that Gwen seemed less tense in a way, but still nervous. He assumed it was because she did not know how he would react to the final product she had produced. "Well that's quite convenient. How do you think he would react to me if he knew?" Lancelot questioned how he himself would react to his daughter being alone in the company with a young knight, or at least one who hoped to be. "Well, I've learned that Merlin can be unpredictable, but as far as I know he planned to see my uniform only when I first appeared on the training field. So ...... I would guess that we are alone for the evening then."
He stopped before the curtain, and waited for her response to his leading questions, with a slight smile on his face. He could hear the tremors in her voice as she responded. "Hmmmm ...... I expect that all of your work has been perfect, Gwen. However, if any corrections need to be made I would be pleased to have your expert touch as the alterations were completed."
Lancelot watched from his position as she brought out the various items ..... the pants, the tunic, and even some chain mail. He wondered, but he didn't ask, afraid exactly how and from whom that she had acquired it. He was thrilled that, apparently, she had all of the pieces ready, and it was just a question of him trying them on.
She informed him that everything was ready, but she seemed to still be nervous. He sought to reassure her. "I'm sure that everything turned out perfect, especially since you did it," he said with a wink as he went behind the curtain. "Yes I see that it is. Oh ... just some water ..... milady ...... I be not a knight yet, at least not here." He did, though, enjoy the sound of that name, and he hoped he would officially be called that very soon. He proceeded, being behind the curtain to take off most of his outer clothing, and hang it over the edge of the curtain barrier.
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