Lancelot: A Short Story

The feast was a big day for all the knights in Camelot. Some men raised their glasses and drained them, others ate heartily, and all laughed and spoke merrily. The night was so filled with fun and festivity that none of the men noticed when Guinevere excused herself and Sir Lancelot followed, trailing close behind.

A single tear traced a path down Guinevere's flawless face. She glanced down at the perfectly polished floor of the palace, and caught a glimpse of her angelic reflection peering back, sad and scared. This was all she was known for; this otherworldly beauty hid her real emotions below. Oh, how she wished she was happy! Alas, she let her feelings get the better of her. Hold it in, hold it in, she chastised herself. Why couldn't she be …show more content…
Silent tears still ran down the girl's face, glistening in the moonlight. Mellyagaunce hadn't made much progress, now, had he? Lancelot fared even worse. Just standing silently in the shadows, he was accomplishing absolutely nothing! Morgan scowled. If this measly little knight won't cooperate, I will dispose of him! She pondered this notion. Could she cause Camelot to fall single-handedly? Lancelot's shout finally penetrated her wall of thoughts. She whirled around to see him grasp Mellyagaunce and tell him to leave the queen alone. Mellyagaunce shook his head, trying to reveal the truth. He was just trying to help! Finally, Guinevere rose, shakily but still regal as ever, and told Mellyagaunce to take her away while pointing a trembling finger at Lancelot. Fortunately, Lancelot knew when to back down. He bowed politely and turned back to the castle. He would tell Arthur that Guinevere was resting safe and sound in her quarters, and no one would have any clue. Mellyagaunce shrugged and beckoned to Guinevere. So, while the feasting continued uninterrupted inside, the sorceress, the knight, and the queen carved a path to Mellyagaunce's