But why not finish off this tankard before leaving? He emptied the contents into his mouth, some of the wine landing on his tongue and the rest dribbling down the front of this cloak. At this point, who cared if he smelled like a winery?
He fumbled around for his money pouch, and after a good long while of searching, he realized he didn’t have it on him. Arthur dined here often, and he could settle up tomorrow, but still, facing Will and explaining he had no money on his person was embarrassing. As Arthur struggled to his feet to explain the situation to Will, the man appeared at the tableside.
“No charge this evening, my lord. You’ve brought me more business than I might have hoped for,” said the portly, graying tavern owner. “I insist. But would you like me to send for one of your men to escort you home? Forgive me, but you’re quite drunk.”
Arthur had to place a hand on the table to steady himself so he didn’t hit the floor. “Will…” Gods, he sounded a drunk, slurry mess. “Will, I’ll pay …show more content…
While he moved with difficulty and convinced himself he would not vomit, he dreamed up vicious and horrible ways in which he could slaughter Gawain, each image more stunningly brutal and grotesque than the last.
“I hate you Gawain!” he shouted, not caring if anyone heard. “You weren’t supposed to pleasure her over and over again, you bastard. Fuck!”
At the bottom of the path, Arthur leaned against a tree and groaned. Why had everything turned out far worse than he’d imagined? Nothing would fix the situation, that was certain, but giving Gawain a good beating might ease Arthur’s feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. In his drunken mind, that sounded like the perfect solution. So what if Gawain was an excellent swordsman and scrapper? Arthur could take him!
With a sigh of frustration, Arthur stepped away from the tree and landed right in a man’s
He fumbled around for his money pouch, and after a good long while of searching, he realized he didn’t have it on him. Arthur dined here often, and he could settle up tomorrow, but still, facing Will and explaining he had no money on his person was embarrassing. As Arthur struggled to his feet to explain the situation to Will, the man appeared at the tableside.
“No charge this evening, my lord. You’ve brought me more business than I might have hoped for,” said the portly, graying tavern owner. “I insist. But would you like me to send for one of your men to escort you home? Forgive me, but you’re quite drunk.”
Arthur had to place a hand on the table to steady himself so he didn’t hit the floor. “Will…” Gods, he sounded a drunk, slurry mess. “Will, I’ll pay …show more content…
While he moved with difficulty and convinced himself he would not vomit, he dreamed up vicious and horrible ways in which he could slaughter Gawain, each image more stunningly brutal and grotesque than the last.
“I hate you Gawain!” he shouted, not caring if anyone heard. “You weren’t supposed to pleasure her over and over again, you bastard. Fuck!”
At the bottom of the path, Arthur leaned against a tree and groaned. Why had everything turned out far worse than he’d imagined? Nothing would fix the situation, that was certain, but giving Gawain a good beating might ease Arthur’s feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. In his drunken mind, that sounded like the perfect solution. So what if Gawain was an excellent swordsman and scrapper? Arthur could take him!
With a sigh of frustration, Arthur stepped away from the tree and landed right in a man’s