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mara93 February 21 2013, 13:25:29 UTC
Lice equals love? / Arthur, Gwen, Percival / PG: {w: has talk of lice}

It’s impossible not to hear it, the shrill yell of an unhappy woman. Worst timing ever. He’s yet to find her. Merlin, crazy magical friend who is off in India now to gather snake heads for some potion, ew, told him there’d be clues. Well where they be, eh?

Arthur Pendragon storms down the steps of the Albion Printing Press in London, England, Victorian time, looking on in shock as he gets closer. Percival, the big brute, has a woman upon her knees. Oh he’s a good lad certainly, but sometimes has an ogre’s brain.

He makes his way through the crowd, gets to his guard and the tiny little woman who is of the urchin folk for sure, along with all those around her. They wear the dirtiest shabbiest clothing.

“She threatened your life Mr. Pendragon!”

His elbow is against the woman’s shoulders. She can’t move. With a grimace Arthur gestures. “Percival, take your arm off her. Let her plead her case at least.”

Nodding, Percival does as asked and the woman looks up. Her face is one of grime, but through it shine dark eyes and her hair is filled of grease, but still it coils like ivy upon a precious vine.

“What’s your name?”

“It is Gwen, Mr. Pendragon.”

“And so you threatened my life?”

“I did not Sir.”

“Then what did you say?”

She stares at him for a moment, looks to Percival and then responds. “He said these people, many of my dear friends have lice. Well I am tired of folk like him speaking such. We have lice no more than you do. We are good folk. Hard working folk. He have no right. Especially to say it to this child.”

She points to a boy who has tears in his eyes and makes Arthur’s heart quake a bit, as he looks from child to woman. Oh it’s there, underneath dirt and all, her beauty. Woman is a beauty. Fierce interruption comes.

“She not say whole truth Mr. Pendragon.” The woman, in rags makes her way forward, stuttering upon a cane. “Her name not Gwen. That not her name. Her name is one that be of the most noble. Her name is Guinevere, Mr. Pendragon. Guinevere.”

The younger woman shakes her head, but Arthur is stuck upon what the elder woman just said. “Guinevere?” He questions softly.

“No…that does not matter. Treating people right, no matter what money the have or not. That’s what’s important. Showing humility and goodness to everyone. Showing-

Her words don’t finish for soon his fingers are upon her dirty cheek, his blue eyes staring into her deep brown ones. “Guinevere.”

Merlin’s sign.

Oh God Almighty.

He’s found his queen.

He’s found his love of once and future.

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