Enlighten by K. M. Shea

Author:K. M. Shea [Shea, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 25633102
Publisher: Take out the Trash
Published: 2015-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

When Sir Bedivere, Sir Lancelot, Sir Ywain, and Sir Griflet returned to Camelot, they called a meeting of Arthur’s core knights. These thirty or so knights were men that had served King Arthur loyally. Most of them stood with him—her, Lancelot supposed—since she was crowned, although there were some more recently additions, like Sir Tor, Lancelot himself, and his cousins—Lionel and Bors.

Normally, the numbers of King Arthur’s loyal knights was much higher, but as it was spring, many of them—like Sir Gawain and King Pellinore—were absent from the courts and were out questing.

It’s just as well, Lancelot mused. If we had any more knights present, they might turn into a mob and rip Camelot apart, he thought as he watched a knight throw a drinking goblet at the wall.

Sir Ywain was in a shouting match with Sir Ector, and Sir Bedivere was almost boneless in his seat—he had renounced his title of marshal shortly after the so-called meeting started. Sir Griflet was still in denial, spouting ridiculous ideas like the female King Arthur was a changeling from the faeries, and they needed to rescue the real Arthur; and Sir Percival was in the process of challenging Sir Bodwain since it had been revealed the older knight knew Arthur’s gender. Chaos and shouting ruled the room.

The only knight that was taking Arthur’s femininity in stride was Sir Tor. The good-humored knight was not enraged or at all shaken by the proclamation. Instead, he thought about it for a few minutes before shrugging and watching the “meeting” with the same good humor with which he did everything.

“Pay up, Lionel,” Sir Bors said, holding out a hand.

Sir Lionel grumbled before slapping a few coins in Sir Bors’ outstretched hand.

Sir Bors smiled in satisfaction and slipped the money into a money bag on his belt.

“What was that for?” Lancelot asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we first heard about our pretty king, we made a bet,” Sir Lionel grumbled.

“I said you wouldn’t raise a fuss. Lionel bet otherwise,” Sir Bors said in satisfaction.

“I see,” Lancelot said, unperturbed by his cousin’s behavior.

“So why aren’t you raising a fuss?” Sir Lionel asked.

“There is nothing for me to be upset about,” Lancelot said, leaning back in his chair to avoid a flying plate.

“You were set on worming into Arthur’s inner circle,” Sir Bors pointed out.

“Certainly, but not because I actually liked the man,” Lancelot said. “It was more that I couldn’t comprehend why he didn’t want me in his circle. I am the best there is,” Lancelot shrugged.

“Except at sword play. My Lord—or My Lady, I suppose—has you beat there,” Sir Lionel said with a cheeky smile.

Lancelot gave Sir Lionel a look so dark and hateful, a lesser man would have begged for forgiveness. As it was, Lancelot’s cousin was used to receiving such a look. “Ahh, see? You are angry. Give me my money back, Bors.”

“Our bet was how he would openly react, not what emotions he harbored silently,” Sir Bors said, folding his arms across his wide chest.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.