I felt like writing a bit about Gwenevere (my preferred spelling) and King Arthur. I made it up as I went, so don't judge on the historical inaccuracy. Hope you enjoy. :)
Of all the years I have lived, the fondest were those between
the war and the children. Arthur had finished
the War of Thirteen Kings, subjecting twelve under his rule as High King. With Merlin’s absence to the Otherworld and
the Knights home for a long leave, we were in the midst of moving court to Camelot,
a city begun by Uther long ago and something which Arthur deeply wished to
finish. Only four knights remained with
us, and one was leaving this very second to resume his hunt.
Arthur and I stood on the steps of
Tintagel Castle as we said goodbye to our dear friend, Pellinore. With Kay and Bedivere to Arthur’s right and
Lancelot and I to his left, we watched as Pelly climbed his horse and turned
him in a circle. He galloped right up the
steps to us in Pellinore’s grandiose style.
“Pelly!” I laughed as he charged
me. Lancelot caught my elbow as I trod
backwards up the next step.
“Whoa, Curonious!” Pellinore pulled
the horse up short.
Arthur, grinning, stretched his
hand up to Pellinore. “Farewell, my
friend,” he said. “Good luck with your
beast.”
Pellinore grimaced. “I don’t believe in luck, you know that!”
“Aye, I do, but I think you will
need it nonetheless.”
Pellinore chuckled and shook his
head.
“I will surely miss all of
you. Especially you, Kay. Our sparring matches are stuff of legend.”
Kay nodded. “Indeed.
I foresee many times you will need the lessons I taught you.”
“Ha! What a load of shit!” exclaimed Pellinore,
and then he turned abruptly to me. “Excuse
me, my lady.” He bowed his head.
“Yes, excuse us, my lady.” His smile spilt his face, and he bowed low to
the ground. It was a running joke that
cursing offended me. It had begun when several
of the knights had heard me cursing.
“I pardon thee, Sir Pellinore, but
not thee, Sir Kay” I said formally.
Arthur laughed and took my hand.
“How you tease her,” he said. “I think Gwen will miss you most of all,
Pelly.”
“Ah, if only that were true. Could it be true, Jenny?”
“Only if you didn’t call me that!”
“But we admire your fire, lady, and
calling you Jenny is one of the only ways to light it,” Bedivere said in his hasty
way.
“Not in front of Arthur, Bedivere!”
We laughed. Arthur kissed my hand.
“And you, Lancelot, will you miss
me?” asked Pellinore.
There was a slight pause before
Lancelot spoke. “Only when it’s raining,
I think.”
I tensed only a little. Arthur glanced at me, feeling the movement
through our handholding. Only I knew of
this little joke between Pellinore and Lancelot, and so we stood quietly while
the two of them stared at one another.
Pellinore’s eyes tightened; he couldn’t believe Lancelot had spoken of
the secret in public.
“Let us in on your joke, Lancelot!”
Arthur said. “Even Gwenevere seems to be
in on it!”
Lancelot
did not take his eyes away from Pellinore, and we both watched as Pellinore’s
eyes danced as he looked from Lancelot to Arthur.
“He is mocking me, sire,” he
replied.
“For what? What did you do?” asked Bedivere.
“Oh,” Pellinore waved his hand, “for
spying two birds in the woods once. I
tried to save them from the heavy rain, but alas, they’re lost out there
somewhere, I’m sure. It was an amusing
sight to behold; isn’t that right, Lancelot?”
“Amusing to say the least,” Lancelot
replied.
“Well, any last words of advice?”
asked Pellinore, moving on. His fingers
twitched on the reigns.
“Just remember to keep your shirt
tucked in!” Bedivere said.
Pellinore huffed and began to turn
around.
“Your trousers belted, too!” said Kay.
Pellinore trotted down the steps.
“Your laces tied and your fingers
crossed!” called Arthur.
“Pelly!” I called after him. He turned around. “Fare the well! Come back soon!”
“Nay, not soon, lady, but someday.”
“Send us your children then!”
“Ha!”
And he was gone.
Arthur took my arm as we ascended
the steps. Bedivere engaged him in a
conversation about travel plans.
I looked at Lancelot.
“Sir, I have taken offense.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, you did not laugh at one of my jokes!”
“My thoughts have been occupied
elsewhere, my lady.”
I said more quietly, “You did make
a joke of your own.”
He snorted. “Aye. That
I did. Did you find it facetious?” His hand grazed the back of my arm.
“Nay, perplexing.”
“I only meant to remind Pellinore
of the birds. He seemed so intent on
helping them that day. It was quite a
scene.”
I nodded. I could see the day clearly in my mind for I
was one of the drenched birds Pellinore had helped. My hair had been a tangled mess and my dress
muddy and soaked through. Every curve I had
could be seen, and the other bird, the one that was beside me, stroking my arm
up and down, up and down, was surely thinking of the same moment I was…
As we entered the castle, Arthur interrupted
my thoughts.
“What ever are you thinking, Gwen?”
He stared steadily at me with his blue
eyes.
“Birds, my lord. Poor little lost birds.”