( Can you say 'fuck fuck fuck' ten times fast? )

It had taken them a day to ride from where the portal had dropped them off to the castle, and that was only fair: if nothing else, it limited the chances that they'd be caught. Having shot a deer along the way, Arthur was in good spirits, glad to be home, and perhaps a little happy to have seen his friends, after all ( Read more... )

"It is good to see you back at your full strength," said Uther, formally - much like one judged one's racing horses, actually. He did look pleased, though, which was all Arthur really cared about. "For a moment, I was worried you may find yourself crippled ( Read more... )

Two days, the tournament had been on now: two days, and Arthur had yet to be unhorsed. He had been in several matches already, climbing steadily up the ranks. It'd been hairy once or twice, but nothing he couldn't handle ( Read more... )

It was the first day of the jousting tournament. There was no place Arthur would rather be than out there, amidst the tents, observing his final preparations and discussing the oncoming matches with his knights. (And, perhaps, making it clear to them that he really did expect them to face him as they did anyone. It wasn't that he had anything to ( Read more... )

Camelot's great dining hall was vast indeed: the table that stood at the center could seat dozens comfortably. It stretched far along the hall, and currently occupying its length were many dishes - fruit, vegetables, but mostly a large amount of meat ( Read more... )

Arthur could in fact get up and walk. In his estimation, that was the only factor of any import with regards to his current state. Unfortunately, Gaius hadn't quite agreed with him there: despite his protests, Arthur had been relegated to bed, at least for the day ( Read more... )

It had been several days' walk getting here, with precious little chance to get anywhere near where anyone held horses. And Arthur hadn't had too much coin on him regardless - the villagers might have lended him a horse based by his identity alone if he'd gotten close enough, but he had mixed feelings about taking from the poorer towns along the ( Read more... )