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“I already regret this.”
“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.
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“To the stables. There will be empty stalls and it won’t be too loud or obvious.” Summer didn’t stop to think about how she had basically just ordered Arthur around. “I’ll go get Gaius.”Arthur ignored that fact of being bossed around to keep the knight they have protected and a secret. “Get him quickly, we don’t need anything bad to happen.” He quickly led the knight to the stables and gently placed him down on the big bed of hay.
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.
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
They were almost back to Camelot when the strange knight began to rouse. He didn’t move much, but his head tossed where it was leaned back on her shoulder, and he mumbled feverish nonsense. Summer called up to Arthur, “We should hurry. He’s waking, and I don’t know what will happen.”Arthur heard her words and nudged his foot into his horse’s side a bit, moving them faster so that they could reach Camelot quickly. Once within its walls, he dismounted his horse and turned to Summer. “Alright, now that we’re here, we need to go take care of him and bring him to Gaius.”
She nearly rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to need your help here,” she pointed out. “Are we trying to keep this secretive, or let just anyone see? Because I don’t think even you can carry him to Gaius’ chambers.” Never mind the fact that the knight was definitely waking up now, and he was unlikely to respond well to being in a strange place and handled by strange folk.
Especially after he begged them to kill him.
He came over, getting the knight off of the horse and kept an arm around the fallen knight. “Well then where is the closest place we can hide him until we get him to Gaius? We have to keep him out of sight so he doesn’t get hurt but in order to have someone see him. Hide him and get Gaius then our best option?”
“To the stables. There will be empty stalls and it won’t be too loud or obvious.” Summer didn’t stop to think about how she had basically just ordered Arthur around. “I’ll go get Gaius.”
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
They were almost back to Camelot when the strange knight began to rouse. He didn’t move much, but his head tossed where it was leaned back on her shoulder, and he mumbled feverish nonsense. Summer called up to Arthur, “We should hurry. He’s waking, and I don’t know what will happen.”Arthur heard her words and nudged his foot into his horse’s side a bit, moving them faster so that they could reach Camelot quickly. Once within its walls, he dismounted his horse and turned to Summer. “Alright, now that we’re here, we need to go take care of him and bring him to Gaius.”
She nearly rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to need your help here,” she pointed out. “Are we trying to keep this secretive, or let just anyone see? Because I don’t think even you can carry him to Gaius’ chambers.” Never mind the fact that the knight was definitely waking up now, and he was unlikely to respond well to being in a strange place and handled by strange folk.
Especially after he begged them to kill him.
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
It wasn’t nearly the gracious concession she wanted, but she let it pass. “Yes, sire.” She gave the wounded knight one last pat on the chest, then rose and mounted her horse. “If you can lift him across the saddle, I can support him. We need to stop wasting time.”
Arthur didn’t say anything to her comment but easily pushed forward. He helped to lift the man onto her horse, climbing back to his own horse and began to get the horse to trot. They were going to have to go carefully, if they wanted to get back to Camelot safely.
Once Arthur was ahead of her, Summer let her reins fall to the mare’s neck, relying on her knees for control and her hands to balance the knight. She really didn’t want to be taking him back to Camelot; his words troubled her and she couldn’t shake the conviction that trouble rode inside that helm. But Arthur was her lord; she had to obey.
He could tell that something was still off about this knight and knew magic had to be the source of it. He didn’t know how to talk about it however. Magic was always looked at badly by his father and those practicing it killed. He knew he’d have to get him to Gaius and to keep things very quiet.
They were almost back to Camelot when the strange knight began to rouse. He didn’t move much, but his head tossed where it was leaned back on her shoulder, and he mumbled feverish nonsense. Summer called up to Arthur, “We should hurry. He’s waking, and I don’t know what will happen.”
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
It wasn’t nearly the gracious concession she wanted, but she let it pass. “Yes, sire.” She gave the wounded knight one last pat on the chest, then rose and mounted her horse. “If you can lift him across the saddle, I can support him. We need to stop wasting time.”
Arthur didn’t say anything to her comment but easily pushed forward. He helped to lift the man onto her horse, climbing back to his own horse and began to get the horse to trot. They were going to have to go carefully, if they wanted to get back to Camelot safely.
Once Arthur was ahead of her, Summer let her reins fall to the mare’s neck, relying on her knees for control and her hands to balance the knight. She really didn’t want to be taking him back to Camelot; his words troubled her and she couldn’t shake the conviction that trouble rode inside that helm. But Arthur was her lord; she had to obey.
“I already regret this.”
“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“Perhaps, but what concerns me is that he wakes up while with you and spooks the horse. I can handle it well if something should happen.”
“I trained my mare myself,” Summer said. “She won’t spook at anything.” Neglecting to mention that someone with command of fire magic needs a calm horse, and that even without that she could keep the horse from causing trouble with her other magic. “I really think we should put him on my mare and I’ll ride with you.”
“This is an argument that isn’t worth continuing. I trust you on your judgement and you can have him, but the minute… if he wakes up or anything and tries any funny business, let me know so I can do something about it.”
It wasn’t nearly the gracious concession she wanted, but she let it pass. “Yes, sire.” She gave the wounded knight one last pat on the chest, then rose and mounted her horse. “If you can lift him across the saddle, I can support him. We need to stop wasting time.”
Your muse comes home to find my muse on their doorstep, curled up and asleep and clearly waiting for your muse. What does your muse do?
He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
Her laugh came again, even more warped, like her lungs were full of broken glass. “I should stay away, until we figure this out. Do you not even hear what you say?” Summer backed Arthur up against the wall, shattering under the conflict of desire and honour. “If you wish me to stay, you must order it, my lord. You must order it right now.”
Arthur tensed as he was backed up into the wall and tensed against it. He didn’t like it when someone was this close to him, friend or for, it wasn’t something that Arthur was used to. “I order you to your room. Stay there, until we can stop this enchantment over you.” He spoke, quickly moving to the side and back to his desk, wanting distance.
The blazing intensity in Summer’s eyes went out abruptly, shuttered behind her eyelids. When she opened them again, something blank and broken filled her face. She failed to meet his eyes at all, only curtseyed with mute grace and left the room obediently.
Your muse comes home to find my muse on their doorstep, curled up and asleep and clearly waiting for your muse. What does your muse do?
He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
She leaned her head against the wall and began to laugh, a strange strangled sort of sound. “You are the /only/ person who could stop me, my lord, you are the king. You could have me locked up, or killed, and nothing I could do or say would save me. If you ordered me to stay, instead of pleading, I would have no recourse other than to obey you.” The expression on her face was a tangled mass of conflicting emotions as she approached him: part desire to stay, part terrible determination, part broken heart.Arthur gently gripped his pants as he looked at her. “I never said that I wouldn’t stop to try and save you. But if everything would be better for how you need to handle this then yes, maybe it’s best for you to stay away. Just until we figure all this out. Would you rather be in dungeons? I wouldn’t think that you would forgive me afterwards,” he questioned, standing up as he backed up, standing in the middle of the room.
Her laugh came again, even more warped, like her lungs were full of broken glass. “I should stay away, until we figure this out. Do you not even hear what you say?” Summer backed Arthur up against the wall, shattering under the conflict of desire and honour. “If you wish me to stay, you must order it, my lord. You must order it right now.”