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Post by Guinevère on Jul 1, 2010 23:15:54 GMT -5
Honestly at this point she did not care what Arthur thought of Lancelot saying in her home. It was not as if Arthur had not done it before, and she would not be here alone at nights with Lancelot. Most her days would be filled working with the injured, and helping in the castle. With so much work to be done, Gwen was rather saddened that she would not get to spend more time with Lancelot while he was here.
Besides, once Arthur calmed down he would see this was for the best. He just needed to let out some of the feelings he held. She knew he thought he was failing everyone and it weighted down on him. Soon he would have a clear head.
Once inside her home, Gwen moved the stove and sat the bucket down with a sigh. She fought the urge to rub her upper arms as she walked to the back to get a few logs to put int he stove. On any normal day Gwen would not have complained, and she would not now however in her mind she could not help but to think over the aches. She was still much better off then most in the city. She had no meat to fix him, but she did have things to make a stew, which would at lest warm him up, even if it did not fill him up.
"How did you come to arrive with him?" He would know who the him was, and Gwen didn't want to bring any tempers back by addressing him as Prince or by his name. Lancelot had made a few angry comments and she had done her best to ignore them. She did not like them, but she was not going to speak up after having to witness the set down Arthur had given him. She wished she could be two people. Help them both. Give them both the comfort they needed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2010 23:36:52 GMT -5
Lancelot wondered how Arthur would react when he found out he was going to be staring here, at least temporarily. He had basically ordered Lancelot to escort her home, but he had not really said what he wanted him to do next. And he had made it clear that he didn't care what he did, stay or leave. So, in a way, Arthur had not left himself any room to complain. But of course he would anyhow. It would be interesting, he thought to himself.
Since the prince had indicated that he did not care if he stayed or not, it was obvious that he wasn't interested in Lancelot's skills as a knight. So Lancelot figured that he would not be too broken up if he decided to give up being a knight and turned his considerable training to carpentry and structural engineering. Outside of the need for food, housing was probably their most pressing commodity right now.
So, he didn't think Arthur would be too upset, all-in-all. As Lancelot rested in the chair he watched Gwen go busily about working around her stove. Given the food situation in the city, Lance figured that she didn't have much to work with, so he was determined to make the best of what she could provide. "Is there anything you would like me to do," he asked.
He found the chair quite comfortable .... so comfortable that he didn't hear her question the first time it was asked. "Oh ..... Arthur? I ran across him as he was beginning to travel down a road that runs by the edge of the Balor Forest. He was being kind of secretive, but eventually he told me what had happened in Camelot, and what had happened to Morgana, and we set off to find her. I had some suspicions, given some rumors that I had heard of where she might have been taken. However, of course we were unsuccessful. He convinced me to return to Camelot, apparently confident that he could get King Uther to change his mind about me. Of course that would have been easier if we had been successful at freeing the Lady Morgana."
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 4, 2010 22:58:27 GMT -5
Gwen pulled out a simi-large pot, and placed it on the stove. She put a hand on the back of her neck and rubbed it for a moment, before before picking up the bucket of water again and pouring it into the bucket. "You must be tired, you should just relax some. Rest while your can. If you stay, your going to need it." she told him.
Arthur had asked him to come back? Convinced him to return and then was angry that he had stayed? Gwen paused and turned to look at him for a moment, surprised at his words. Yet gave her hope however. Maybe she had not killed the friendship she had once thought was growing between them. She just needed a way to fix it. Save it!
"If you want to, while you sit there you can help me cut up the vegetables." She handed him a blade and some raw veggies. "I will go get us some more water, so we can have some to drink . . . and you could do with a wash." She reached her hand up and brushed his hair back from his face. "You look like you have been on the road to long." And he did have that look about them. They both did.
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Lancelot sat there, now, not just physically worn down, but mentally and emotionally worn down as well. This was the reason he had not wanted to come back,ever, because of the division it could cause, as well as the pain. He watched her work over the stove, though, and it was a pleasurable experience. "Tired ..... rest ..... yes I guess I will need it. Being a carpenter is nearly as strenuous as being a knight," he smiled.
He wondered, though, once the rebuilding in Camelot was done, whether he should stay. A better choice might be one of the nearby villages. It was only right that Arthur and Gwen be allowed some time and space to work things out, deciding to be together or not. Lancelot knew that whether as a knight or a carpenter, it would be an obsession with him. If he was not a knight, though, there would not be the daily contact, which as had just been shown, would not be workable. He could be Arthur's friend still, he thought, just from a greater distance.
"Oh yes .... sure .... whatever you would have me do to earn my dinner," he said with a smile once more. He had plenty of knives in his belt, but he took the offered blade, and made short work of the vegetables she had handed him. "Yes, I suppose I could use that." He felt her hand brush his hair back from his face and forehead, and felt a surge of temperature, and a tingling, knowing that it was dangerous for him to be so close to her for very long. He wondered if she had seen the blush in his tanned face. He hoped not. "Yes, I suppose I have," he replied shyly, looking back down at the vegetables he had just cut.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 6, 2010 1:15:48 GMT -5
Arthur had gone to cool off, and yet he felt no better. His first stop had been to his father, only to be interrogated with questions about his where abouts, followed by disappointment at his failure to locate Morgana. Arthur was not sure how much more his father was going to be able to take. There was far too much pressure, too much stress. They were trying to focus on two very large, very different things, and it felt like neither were progressing. Once he was done speaking to his father, Arthur quickly went off, stopping in Morgana's room for a few moments. He ended up just walking in, and standing there, leaning against the door way, wishing he knew a place to look where she would be waiting, and where she would give him a hard time about all the stupid things he did.
He could not stand there for too long, for it made him miss her so and only raised the guilt in him for not protecting her and now being unable to bring her back. He went to his own room, calling for Merlin, only to be answered by silence. Was he with Gaius? Maybe he was resting. For once, Arthur did not curse him in his mind and storm off to find him. He looked at his bed, and thought for a brief second about laying down, just for a few moments, but then quickly fought the urge. He decided to leave his armor on, as he planned to continue to help the people tonight. Since he was unsure how to do that, he just stay dressed the same, so that he was prepared for anything.
It did not take long for a servant to enter his room, carrying a few plates of food. Arthur nodded her head towards her, eying the food on the plate. He was not hungry. In fact, he felt sick. The stress and exhaustion was making him feel nauseous and sitting down to eat was not the first thing on his mind. He thought about the dragon; about Morgana; about the king; about Merlin; about . . . Guinevère. Lancelot's arrival was another situation that he did not want to have to deal with, but now had no choice. Which reminded him, he said he would stop by. Though he did not say it in so many words, he thought that he had better see how she was doing . . . and how Lancelot was managing.
He did not regret yelling at him. The Prince was still too angry inside to feel remorseful for his words. But that did not mean he was not thankful to the knight, who had spent time and energy helping him search for the king's ward. Arthur began to pile the food onto one large plate. The chicken, bread, vegetables . . . it was enough to feed at least two people, and he was going to take it for Guinevère and Lancelot, as he knew that they had probably had no time to eat, and if he was quick enough, would be able to give it to them before Guinevère went through all the trouble of preparing a meal.
He left the castle, walking down the abandoned streets, trying not to stop and mourn for all those who died, and all that was lost during the attack. He kept walking forward. When he got to Gwen's, he pushed open the door, just in time to see them in their brief but intimate moment. He did not stare for too long. No. He detached himself, trying not to react to it. In doing so, his face became practically expressionless. He could not get into this right now. Instead, he tried to look as casual as he could, holding the plate of food covered with a sheet. "I brought some food," he said in a tone that made it sound like he did this sort of thing every day -- which he certainly did not.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 6, 2010 2:18:32 GMT -5
Fate, whom ever she may be out there, must have decided she did not like Guinevère. Because in the shy moment, were she tried to give a friend comfort, the one person who should not have seen, entered with out knocking. It was a habit Arthur seemed to enjoy. Entering into her home as he pleased. The prince never knocked, and at times long ago, Guinevère had found it rude. After she began to see him more as man, then a prince she came to not mind. In this moment however, she wished he had knocked. She feared what this meant for them.
She made sure not ti jerk her hand back, as that would make her appear guilty and she did not see that she had anything to feel guilty for. She would have done the same touch to Arthur, or Merlin.
Still, Guinevère was very glad he came back. She had feared he would not. She moved over to shut the door behind him, hoping it would make her silent wishes for him to stay known. "I had just been about to make a stew. Thank you so very much for thinking of us." She reached to take the plate from him but paused. She knew if she took it, he might try to leave. "Will you sit it on the table?" That would mean he'd have to come all the way in, not stay near the exit.
Gwen looked over at Lancelot trying to judge his reaction to this and even gave him a encouraging smile, hoping that it would help keep tempers down. She wanted to fix this! More so it it meant helping Lancelot stay longer!
She was going to remind them, they were friends once upon a time!
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It had taken some time, but with some tranquility, some peace and quiet, Lancelot had cooled off. However, it had not changed his mind about what he wanted to do. His skills that were the most important to the kingdom were his building skills, not his knightly one. The only kingdom he really cared to serve was Camelot, and King Uther would never allow him to be a knight …. That was clear as could be. While Camelot was in desperate need he would stay in the city, perhaps working out of Gwen’s home, since that was where all of the tools were. When the crisis had passed perhaps he could re-locate to one of the outlying villages. He would be more likely to have the space to build the size of shop he needed in a place like that. Once those thoughts had passed through his head, he got to wondering about Arthur, and where he had gone when he left.
He wondered how many different people and places that he had visited. He knew that he would stop by and visit Gaius, and by extension, his magical servant Merlin, so that he could check on the condition of the knights and others, in the aftermath of the dragon-battle. Lancelot chuckled to himself, wondering when, and under what circumstances, that Arthur would realize the truth about his number one manservant. He assumed as well that Arthur would pay a visit to his father, Uther, the king. He wondered if he would bring anything up about the return of Lancelot to Camelot. Lancelot doubted it, since Arthur probably didn’t know for sure if he was staying. Why bring up a subject if it wasn’t necessary, especially one that would be upsetting to Uther. He also figured that he would be obsessing over their failure to get Morgana. Lancelot figured that the farther away he stayed away from any proposed rescue attempts of her the better as well.
Just as felt her hand across his face and forehead, there was Arthur inside the room, with no knock ….. as usual. Lancelot looked up from the vegetables that he had finished cutting, seeing the expression on Arthur’s face, thinking that was so much like the face he had seen on Arthur when the Prince had seen them holding hands or that he had displayed as they had sat around the campfire. Lance could see the several plates in his hand, and heard the Prince say matter-of factly, “I brought some food." He noticed that even with Arthur their, she drew her hand away slowly, after letting it dwell there a moment or two. Lancelot stood up from the vegetables and said, after nodding respectfully, “My Lord …. that is indeed thoughtful of you. It should go well with the vegetables that Gwen is preparing.”
Lancelot was afraid that Arthur might bolt at the sight of he and Gwen, and obviously she thought the same, as she said, "I had just been about to make a stew. Thank you so very much for thinking of us. "Will you sit it on the table?" Lancelot watched Arthur, careful to see what his reaction would be. After being given the invitation, and since Arthur himself had brought the food, he didn’t think that he would leave. “Yes, Prince Arthur, lets sit down. I’m sure the food will be ready soon,” he said looking Gwen’s way.
“Excuse me.” Lancelot went over to a chair on the far side of the room, taking off his sheathed broadswords and the belt with six knives, as well as what remained of his mail. He walked back over and sat down. “That will be a good set of weapons for you to add to your collection, Gwen, if any of the Knights need any replacements. You know, Sire, a carpenter has little need of such things, and that’s what Camelot needs now,” he said with a knowing smile. “So …. tell us how you found things ….. my Lord …. I hope they have improved some,” he said hopefully.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 6, 2010 12:59:13 GMT -5
Did Arthur want to sit down? He was conflicted. He would because Gwen was there, but he was hesitant because Lancelot was there too. He knew that before, they had been friends and, before Lancelot's false nobility was known of, Arthur regarded Lance as a potential close friend. Things had drastically changed though once he had found out about him and Guinevère. He was not sure if he could become friends with a man who may one day marry the woman he loved . . . it would be far more simple for them, and Arthur dreaded the day that Guinevère made that decision. He carried the plate of food over to the table, set it down and turned back towards the door, though Guinevère was standing near it.
He really did not want to stay. He stood on an angle so that he could look at both Gwen and Lancelot while he spoke, as he did not plan to for very long. "I've already eaten," he lied. He felt like he was intruding on something . . . Gwen was preparing food, Lancelot was cutting vegetables and stripping his armor and weapons; it looked like a picture of domesticity, and it only made Arthur lose his appetite even more. "I can not stay. There is much to do. Speaking of which, have you seen Merlin?" he asked mainly Guinevère as there was a better chance that she would have seen him than Lancelot. And clearly, Merlin wasn't here in the house.
He was about to snap again, telling Lance that he knew what Camelot needed . . . but his statement confused him to the point of refraining from starting another yelling match. They were in Guinevère's home, and Arthur had to respect that. Carpenter? What? What did that mean?"Camelot needs a lot of things, why do you emphasis the need of a carpenter?" Where was this going? Did this mean Lancelot was going to stay? Wonderful. That was the just what Arthur wanted to hear after everything. What an excellent day today had been.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 6, 2010 14:06:58 GMT -5
Guinevère was not a fool, she could guess Arthur had not ate. She could not prove it, but she just knew. Lancelot was trying to be nice, and Arthur was trying escape already. She wished she knew how to make him say, but all she knew was how to try. "Your just in time, you might not be hungry but you could use some warm water. Sit down for a moment, and I will get you a cloth. You can wipe the dust from the road from your face." She recalled the last time she had said something similar. She had knelled at his feet and washed his face. She had tried to comfort him as he worried about failing the city.
Gwen was not about to leave them alone and go get more water, so she moved over tot he stove and used the bucket to remove some of the water. She would leave just a little in the pot so she could cook the veggies a little and soften then. She poured a little water into two small bowels. The rest of the water would be for drinking once it cooled. While she did this, she could hear Lancelot removing his armor. He claimed someone else could use this but Gwen knew she could not give them to anyone. She would save them for him. While she did not want him fighting in hopes to die from something, she hoped that one day he would find peace and perhaps became the knight he once dreamt of being.
She suck an long glance at Arthur while Lancelot did so. Wondering that he was thinking and how he felt. By the time Lancelot was going back to the table she had the bowels ready. She sat one down before Lancelot and then the other before Arthur. "It's not a bath." She said while watching Arthur's face so he would understand the silent joke there. Hoping he would enjoy it and it might help him relax. "But I am sure you can manage." She sat a cloth square in Arthur's bowel, and then walked back to Lancelot and handed him one too.
She could do this! She could help them over come this awkwardness. Slowly! One step at a time. Bath, food, talk.
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It was easy for Lancelot to see the conflict in Arthur’s eyes, fight or flight. Well of course he wasn’t going to fight, at least Lance hoped he wouldn’t …. But would he stay or would he go. Lancelot thought, at least temporarily, that he would stay. Lancelot knew that Gwen wasn’t the problem, she might be the catalyst, but not the problem. Lancelot was who and what the Prince had the problem with. It was quite clear what Arthur had in mind. He was planning on setting the food down, saying a parting word or two to Gwen, and then probably moving off the way he had come in. Lancelot knew that there was only one person who could stop him, and that was Gwen, not Lancelot.
Lancelot knew that the only chance there was for Arthur to stay was for Lancelot to act like he wasn’t even there. So he knew to just stay silent, cutting on the veggies unless he was asked a direct question. So, he says he’s already eaten …. How very predictable of Arthur he thought to himself, smiling slightly. Yes …. Lancelot expected there was much to do, and he would start on the carpentry aspect of things in the morning he expected. Lancelot merely shook his head no at the question of Merlin’s whereabouts,. Now that was one person he would like to talk to again.
It was obvious that Arthur’s head was somewhere else snce it appeared that either he didn’t here everything that Lance had just said or he hadn’t processed it well. So, Lancelot decided to re-state it. “Well, it does not appear to be that knights are what Camelot needs. It seems that what’s needed is people with specialized skills in building or re-building things. Its what I was originally trained to do …. Carpentry and wood-working …. And some basic architecture …. I suppose. I was meant to be a carpenter, but I had a dream to be a knight. That’s not going to happen now, but I should what skills I have to help Camelot …. now. Gwen …. here has kindly offered me the use of her father’s tools, and then when this crisis has passed I was thinking of moving to one of the outlying villages, and set up shop. What do you think, Prince Arthur. Does the idea have merit?”
In the meantime, Gwen had basically told him to relax and wash up with some warm water. Lancelot figured that if it had been anyone else Arthur would have told them where to go, but not her. It just confirmed to Lancelot what he had thought and said about the two of them before. But it wasn’t just for Arthur, she wanted Lancelot to do it too. “We better do as she asks, Prince Arthur. We wouldn’t want to get on her bad side, would we,” he smiled.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 7, 2010 9:00:31 GMT -5
Arthur did not sit down. He did not want to get comfortable . . . not that this situation could ever be considered comfortable. He did however, take the cloth and dip it into the water as he began to wipe the dirt from his cheeks, while listening to Lancelot, ignoring Guinevère's small joke. He did not do it to be rude, but rather . . . he just did not know what to say. He rarely spoke as openly in front of others as he did with her, and now with Lancelot here, he was even more withdrawn. He could not share his same hopes, dreams, goals, anything like that with Gwen while this man was in the room. He was on guard, as he was with most people he did not know incredibly well.
"Camelot always needs its knights," he immediately argued when Lancelot claimed that right now, that was not what they needed. He was not as rude when saying it as he was before, but that took effort so perhaps it sounded more strained as he tried to speak politely. Still, it was in a blunt defensive tone. Arthur would never say that his men were not what Camelot needed. He would have gone on and on about how they were an integral part of Camelot, and how they would always be a necessity, but once again, he restrained himself, and just continued to listen. His patience was already thin . . . how much more was it going to be tested?
Gwen . . . offered her father's tools? So she was encouraging him to stay? Of course. Why wouldn't she. He fought and fought hard not to look at her while Lancelot explained that he would be staying. He focused his gaze at his bowl, trying to process what this meant. If Lancelot was now in town, why wouldn't Gwen be with him? She had after all, apparently, loved him first. He had to accept it. Arthur was quiet for a bit, wiping the cloth on his face as an apparent excuse for his silence.
Arthur made very sure that when he spoke, he voice was not bitter. It was not hard. He did not vocalize his emotions all that much, and so he kept his tone level and professional. "Camelot would appreciate any assistance you could offer." He would not discourage Lance because of Arthur's selfishness. The Kingdom did in fact need help and he was more willing to admit it then the King. "I wish you the best of luck with that." Was he going to stay with Gwen? Tom's shop? Either way, Arthur knew now that he would have to see the two of them. Just one more thing that would make the near future oh so pleasant.
"You will be staying in town I presume? I will inform my father of your intentions here then." He would have to now. If his father happened to see him on the street, with Uther's stress and moods these days, it would not be good. Though, Arthur had a feeling his father would not be so against Lancelot's visit here, since he was going to remain as a carpenter, and not attempt to rejoin the knights . . . well, for now anyway. He was still fighting the urge to look at Gwen. If he could keep his voice professional, the his actions should match.
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It seemed that Arthur could not or would not sit down. Lancelot assumed that it was primarily do to his presence, or something that he had unwittingly done, or perhaps some mixture of the two. Perhaps he could co out and check on how Sher-Fore was adjusting to the stables, and use that as a justification for them spending some time alone ..... some time together. He did take the cloth from Gwen and dip it into the water, but outside of that he did not seem to be paying attention to her, quite deliberately it seemed. He would not even look at her! But on the brighter side, he did seem to be trying to figure out what Lancelot was saying, although, from his tone, Lance thought he was taking it the wrong way, jumping to the worst conclusions, and Lance sighed as a result.
"Yes, my Prince, Camelot always has needed its knights, needs its knights now, and will need them in the future. It will need good ones, just as you train them every day you can, to be their best, for Camelot. Its just that Camelot does not need me as a knight, and it never will. That is something that has been hard to accept ... for me. However, Camelot does, I think need me as an artisan, a carpenter .... a builder, and with the help of our friend Gwen here, I'll have the tools to begin that work tomorrow." Lancelot did not know how much clearer he could make it for Aurthur, but if needed he would try again.
It was really unclear to Lancelot whether it had been enough, or not. Apparently Prince Arthur had slipped into one of those states where he appeared to listen, but said nothing. In this case he was occupying himself by wiping his face, provably much longer than necessary, with the cloth that she had given him. Sometime, Lancelot knew that this silence meant that Arthur was listening quite clearly and carefully, and other times, unfortunately, it meant that he had already made up his mind, and the words were in one ear and out the other.
"Camelot would appreciate any assistance you could offer. I wish you the best of luck with that." Well, that was good news. Apparently Prince Arthur was listening after all. "I will be happy to provide it and am hopeful that Camelot will be able to put some of my skills to good use. Any work that could be sent my way will be appreciated, even though I won't be residing in Camelot when I set up my shop."
Lancelot smiled, thinking that Arthur wanted to keep a close eye on where he was at. He knew that he would have to be somewhere removed from where Gwen was, for his sanity as well, he expected, the Prince's piece of mind. Lancelot had once wanted to ride by Arthur's side, and then be his friend. He did not see how either of those would now come to pass, sadly.
"Prince Arthur, I will be staying here, I guess, only until the crisis we are in has passed enough for Gwen to move back into her home. I only expect to need her for a day or two. At that time, I will move out of here and find other arrangements, probably at wherever I am doing my repair work,or at a nearby village where I will eventually set up shop. What you tell your father, King Uther, of my presence, of course, is up to you. However, he can rest easy that I do not return Albion to become a knight. I hope that will allow him to rest easier, even with the knowledge I am close by."
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 7, 2010 18:53:20 GMT -5
Lancelot, bless him, was at lest trying. Arthur, was . . . well, at lest he was not yelling again. She wished he would sit down and not look as if he might bolt. Still, Arthur had yelled at Lancelot about escorting her home. Perhaps . . . "I think my home is one of the few still standing. It has some holes in the roof, but it has not rained in a few days. Lancelot could at lest have someone warm to stay. If you do not mind waiting for me, my lord, once we have eaten the food you have given us, could you escort me back to the castle? I will pack some of my things and stay in the servant's area of Morgana's chambers."
She had made it clear she was not staying with Lancelot, so he could not use that ageist him, as well as found a reason that she hoped would make him stay for a short while. "Then I shall find Merlin and send him to you."
She let them be the ones to hold most the conversation, as she wanted to fix the damage done and her putting input in, might only hurt it. Even when Lancelot made the joke about avoiding her bad said, she did not comment. Only gave him a smile, so he would not think she had ignored him.
"Thank you," She told Lancelot as she took the veggies he had cut for her and placed them in the water which had grown hot by now. This would allow them to soften some before they ate them. Then she turned to the plate Arthur had brought to the and lifted the cloth over it. She knew what she was looking at him. His normal meal. She had prepared the plate often enough to know what all went on it.
He'd lied to her. She'd known he had but seeing it only confirmed it. She looked up at him with a telling look before balling up the napkin and tossing it down on the table. "Thank you," She said tightly, "Perhaps if you find your self still hungry you might join us." Guinevère debated on saying something that she knew would provoke a reaction from him. Something along the lines of unless you want me to fetch you a try when we return the castle, but held back. She had never played the Morgana role, of trying to say the right things to get the right reaction from him. Besides, he had been proved enough today.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 8, 2010 0:59:27 GMT -5
Arthur gave a short nod when she asked if he would escort her. He did not like the thought of her walking back to the castle anyway . . . especially with all the dangers surrounding the kingdom. "I will," he told her simply. It was not a big request, and these circumstances been different, he would have been more than willing to offer and perhaps prolong the walk as much as he could . . . but right now, all he could think about was getting tonight over with it, and accept what was going to become of the two of them.
While he was extremely relieved that they were not staying together . . . that still did not mean they would not be together. In fact, he would probably see her far more than Arthur could. With the chaos the kingdom was in, he did not have much time. With Lancelot staying with Gwen, he was rather certain that she would be caring for him. It was in her nature to do so. He quickly rid his mind of these thoughts . . . or well, put them on hold so that he could respond without sounding so distracted. He was only half listening though. "Reside wherever you feel more comfortable."
He kept the bitterness from his voice. It was still level, but Arthur was keeping a hold on his temper for that often tended to be his outlet for the build up of emotions that he suppressed. "A carpenter will be of good use. Many homes were destroyed." He was trying to sound encouraging, as difficult as that was. He honestly just said it because he did not know what else to say and he felt obligated to fill the silence. "It would make more sense for you to set up your shop in the city, since that is where most of the damage was done." As much as the prince disliked the idea, it was the most logical, and one that would benefit his people the most.
And that was when Gwen spoke, but in a different tone. He looked at her, once she uncovered the food, and understood the source of her . . .anger was it? He was not sure how to describe her tone. All he knew was that it was less than pleased. "I'm fine," he said plainly, being sure not to hold his gaze for too long. "The food is for the two of you." That part was not a lie at least. He did not plan to eat. He just planned to stand there awkwardly, though now he was leaning against the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2010 12:53:24 GMT -5
Well .... that would be fine .... it no longer necessitated him to make a visit to the stables to check on Sher-Fore. He could do it after they left. Given the shape that the city was in, he had no doubt that some of the homeless citizenry might be tempted by banditry, so the prince's escort would be a good idea he thought. "Sounds like a good idea, Gwen, and what better protection could you have than the Crown Prince of Camelot?"
Lancelot also considered that if they went off together it would be the perfect opportunity for him to slip out of Camelot permanently. She would not be back until sometime late in the day, he figured. So he would have more than a day's head start. If it rained, in fact, all traces of whatever path he chose would be washed away. There was, indeed, much for him to consider.
Lancelot felt that it was best, at any rate, for him to stay separate from the two of them, at this point. However, he could not give her, or Arthur, for that matter, that he was even considering leaving, or she would never let him out of her sight. At the same time, just looking at Arthur's face, and those blue eyes, he could see that the gears of his mind were definitely in motion, trying to process all of the different information. "Why thank you Sire, but much will depend on the situation in Camelot, and where I can be of the most constructive and productive use."
He could see, though, that Arthur's comment was not just a general one, something to say as they were leaving. He was leading somewhere with it. With a rather emotionless voice, Lancelot thought, he said, "A carpenter will be of good use. Many homes were destroyed. It would make more sense for you to set up your shop in the city, since that is where most of the damage was done." Lancelot waited until he was sure that Arthur was quite through. Given the way that thought that Arthur probably felt about him, it probably would not be a good idea to interrupt him just yet.
"Yes, from I've seen in the dark, at least, there is much work for carpenters and builders to do. It will be much bigger than one man. You might suggest to your father that artisans from outside Camelot should be invited, since they are more likely to have the required assortment of tools and supplies. Much wood and stone will be required for the work to be done. Yes, I expect that you will want many of the artisans to be operating from here. As far as myself, of course, I will have to consider it. However, with all of the damage there may not be a suitable place to be found right away. But of course I will do whatever you think is best."
Finally, though, Gwen had decided to enter the conversation. Lancelot thought she was looking at him strangely, although with the smallest of smiles. He on the other hand, seemed to be looking to be strangely uncomfortable, over what Lancelot wasn't quite sure. What he did want, though, was the meal to commence, and be finished in a way that everyone might to be in a good mood, and that they were on their way back to the castle as quickly and easily as possible. It was clear, though, that Arthur didn't feel like participating. "Surely, my Prince, you can eat something. It is not proper for servants to eat in front of you, while you have nothing. There is more than enough for three. You wouldn't want food to go to waste, would you, Sire?"
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 8, 2010 21:36:01 GMT -5
Sounds like a good idea, Gwen, and what better protection could you have than the Crown Prince of Camelot? "Indeed, I shall feel completely safe while in his care." Then in a lower tone, "I only hope he dose not faint from hunger." She was being rather bold at the moment, but she was also rather annoyed with him. She turned away from them to allow them to finished their short conversation while she check on the veggies in the pot. They were almost done. She picked up a thick cloth to use to move the pot off the stove. When she lifted the pot she felt the heat thought the cloth and inhaled sharply at the feeling but managed to get the pot down in a safe place without making a huge deal of it. She worked in the kitchen often, and it was not her first nor last burn.
She used a long spoon to pull the carrots and others out of the water and put them on a plate to take to the table. She also took down the plates needed to eat off of. She placed one before Lancelot, and one where she would be sitting across from him. The third plate she 'sat' down in the same matter she had the cloth before where Arthur was standing. She said nothing to him. Just allowed them to talk it out, while she divided the food between the THREE of them.
Guinevère wanted to tell Arthur about her conversion with his father, but would not do so while he was being distant. She did not even know if she should wait until she was alone with him. Maybe on the walk home?
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 25, 2010 15:53:30 GMT -5
Servants. Lancelot had referred to him and Gwen as servants. Though Arthur was rather certain Lancelot had no intended it to come out that way, Arthur did not like the way it sounded. It once again, focused on the class difference mainly between Arthur and Gwen, and he hated the constant reminder. He did not say anything though. He did not want to start another argument with Lancelot. He had managed to calm down once, he did not want to have to do it again. "My father will not invite outside artisans," Arthur said plainly, knowing his father's reluctance to advertise Camelot's current state of vulnerability.
"Whatever you can do to help is appreciated. Do not worry about the rest of Camelot, that is not your responsibility." Him, his father, the Royal family were the ones responsible . . . and of course the knights. Arthur was not sure how his tone had come out to Lancelot. If he was going to be a carpenter however, then he would just focus on that work; not on the work of a knight of Camleot, as his title was still not given to him and frankly, right now, Arthur was in no mood to argue with his father over it.
He watched Gwen set the table . . . and put a plate in front of him, as well as suggesting that he would faint from hunger. Faint? Really? It was clear that she was still angry with him, but he could not find the reassuring words to make amends . . . not with Lancelot in the room. Arthur once again, bit his tongue to prevent himself from arguing. He wanted to say something along the lines of how so many people in Camelot were starving, he could handle it. But he did not want to make either of them -- especially not Gwen -- feel guilty for eating a meal fit for a Prince, for that would not have been his intention. He did not touch his food though. He was stubborn enough to not want to change his mind.
"I will be fine," he said shortly. "The food will not go to waste," he added, knowing he was planning to just leave the food here. Someone would eat it . . . probably. So he just stood there, staring at the ground, which was better than just staring at the two of them eating. He already felt out of place. Who would have thought; the Prince of Camelot felt out of place. It was the way Lance spoke about them . . . for Lance and Gwen had more in common than Arthur and her, and he hated that thought. He felt like the odd one out; though he would never admit it and would do nothing to indicate to them that he was feeling this way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2010 23:18:23 GMT -5
Lancelot waited for her answer, hoping that she would agree to the suggestion. He had the feeling that she did not want to leave him alone. It almost was if she did not trust him to take her offer of her home for him to live in and work out of. Smart girl …. she had even offered him the use of her father’s old tools as an extra incentive. As the minutes dragged on he realized that his choice had been made years before. If he could not be a knight, he would be some type of fighting man. One day he might return to carpentry, and die a carpenter. However, he realized it was much more likely that he would die at the point of a sword or from a crossbow that of old age as a carpenter. He might use his carpentry skills, but he would always be a knight first, and he could not be one here. He would have to go.
Actually it didn’t take her too long. "Indeed, I shall feel completely safe while in his care." He heard almost whisper that she hoped he did not collapse from hunger. Lancelot smiled at her words, whispered as they were. This was not the same Gwen he had known not so long ago, when he had first come to Camelot. It showed, he thought, whether they knew it or not, that their friendship was growing closer, that they were willing to talk so openly to one another, or at least she was. Her focus was moving back to the food, and Lancelot wondered just how close her food preparations were to being completed.
He then saw her, quite methodically go about setting the table, especially in the placement of the plate directly in front of Prince Arthur, even though he had made it quite clear that he didn’t intend to eat. He said he had eaten, even though the hunch that Lancelot had was that he had not. In fact, it seemed that he would use any excuse to leave. The suggestion, though, that he should walk her back to the castle had stopped any such inclination. The Prince had to fulfill his knightly honor and duty, Lancelot smiled to himself.
As she doled out the food in their plates, Lancelot began to feel quite put out by Arthur’s attitude, especially toward Gwen. It was quite condescending, he thought, even for Arthur. They had been quite polite toward him, hadn’t they? Where did he get off not even appreciating her offer of a meal? He was the Crown Prince and all, but was it too much to ask to be considerate or was it just the presence of Lancelot that brought this lack of appreciation out, he wondered.
Lancelot thought that Arthur seemed to be uncomfortable with something that he had just said. Whatever it was, Arthur had moved on to something else he had said, about outside artisans, and Lancelot was quite dumbfounded. “You mean, when Camelot, his kingdom, teeters on the edge of collapse, he will not appeal for help from friends, just because they are not of Camelot. And you, Prince Arthur, won’t try and change his mind? That’s not just shortsighted, that’s plain stupid. I would have expected better of you both that you would allow the people to suffer, while the help is available. Does that mean as well that he would not accept my assistance either, since technically, I am not of Camelot. I’m sorry, but that is asinine. They will hear about it soon enough.”
Not my responsibility? “Oh I’m glad my help is so desired and appreciated, my Lord. However, since I’m probably one of those menial outside artisans, don’t you think you should check with the all-knowing King Uther first!" Lancelot was through with being nice and polite. He had been condescended to once too often now. He had done his best, but he guessed that it was not good enough. His mind was firmly made up now about leaving. He knew that , for several different reasons, he simply would not be welcome here.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 25, 2010 23:42:35 GMT -5
For a second, Arthur thought he was hearing things, but no. Every word was spoken, and every word hit a nerve in the Prince. He was frozen. Not only had Lancelot called him stupid, but he had insulted his father, and he had insulted the kingdom . . . and their ability to run it. There are certain things that one can say to the Prince, and perhaps they are the only things, that would ever set him off, and make him this angry. The one missing insult would have been towards Gwen . . . that was the only missing one however, for Lancelot managed to hit every other thing. Arthur stared at him, tension was thick in the air. The next move would be critical. Had the Prince not been boiling over with anger, he would have done the ration thing, and walk out. But no. Lancelot had insulted him, and he had gone way too far this time.
Arthur was still armed. Lancelot was not. So the thought of killing the man who dared speak this way of the King and Camelot, was extremely tempting. But even Arthur was more honorable than that . . . or perhaps not. He was infuriated. His body raging. He had to use all his strength to keep his body from shaking, though it slightly quivered with anger. He was tired, hungry, stressed, and here was Lancelot . . . criticizing the two of the three things he loved: Camelot and his father. Without thinking about it twice, he took a few dramatic steps towards Lancelot, took off his gauntlet and slammed it on the table, away from his plate, but right in his view. Arthur was sick and tired of this; he was not going to yell at him again. This time, he was going to silence him . . . permanently.
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Post by Guinevère on Jul 25, 2010 23:53:03 GMT -5
Guinevère froze. Her mouth fell open slightly and she looked over at Lancelot in shock. What had just happened. She knew she had been bold, and under minded the prince around Lancelot a few times but Lancelot had spoken his mind and aired it his thoughts using words that she was shocked to hear him use.
When Arthur slammed his glove down, Guinevère quickly reached across the table and picked it up, bring it to her chest. She hugged it to her body while looking with shock and fear between the two men she loved most.
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