“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“This is entirely too much flattery.” She bit at her lips, trying not to smile and ruin the joke. “I grow suspicious of your motives, my lord. What is it you’re trying to gain by saying such kind things?”He chuckled a bit as he nodded faintly, “Now Summer, why would I ever do something like that? Why would I try to use such a power as flattery. I only speak nothing but the truth.”
“That is precisely what I ask! There must be something you want of me — for I know that not everyone is Camelot likes me. That would be absurd.” Summer nudged her horse ahead of his a touch and frowned exaggeratedly. “Do speak the truth, my lord, and no more of this flattery. I am immune.”
She wasn’t, at all, but she didn’t need him feeding the shy and forlorn hopes buried in her heart, either. Sometimes she wished he was less nice, that she understood less of what drove him in justice and battle. ‘Why do you have to be someone I could love?’ she thought.
“Perhaps, but not everyone in Camelot likes me either. What I speak is the truth and nothing more. The knight are always happy to see you as they are of Merlin. You have been kind and wanting to know more. It’s an admirable trait.”
He turned his head as her horse was closer to him when her riding moved to be ahead of him slightly. He gave a lop-sided smile as he tilted his head to the side. “So, do you believe that I am speaking the truth or no?”
“Hmmm.” She pondered. “No.” With a wink and a laugh, she kicked the horse again and shot off down the path. Rounding a corner, she vanished from his view, and nearly ran headlong into a fully-armoured knight standing in the middle of the road. Her horse reared, and she shrieked.