“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
Summer felt like it took entirely too long to persuade Gaius to come out of his rooms and down to the stables. He kept saying, “Well, why can’t you bring him up here?” and “Surely this doesn’t need to be such a secret,” until finally she hissed at him, “There may be magic involved.” At which point he raised both eyebrows, closed his mouth, and followed her back down the stairs.
Meanwhile, the knight continued to mumble incoherently, sweat sticking his golden hair to his brow. He groped at his side for his sword, but didn’t seem to be truly aware of his surroundings.
Arthur’s eyes kept going back and forth from the knight to the entrance. He wondered what the hell was taking Summer so long. If she didn’t get here soon and the knight woke up then they were going to be back at square one. He heard footsteps drawing closer and he peeked his head out to see who was there.
“Thank god, he’s getting worse and keeps grabbing for his sword, we need your help, Gaius. I don’t know what exactly is wrong with him but if anyone can help it’s you.”
“Why didn’t you take the sword away?” Summer hissed. “You should be stronger than him.”
Gaius shook his head, tucking up his robe, and knelt beside the strange knight. “You must tell me everything that happened,” he instructed, looking at Arthur, before he began to check the knight from head to toe.