Lily Maid of Astolat

[livedinfantasy]

A maiden enters, young, barely more than a girl, her skin fair and her hair bright, though hidden by her travelling cloak. She looks around her and speaks in a voice as bold as she can muster."I seek here the greatest and fairest of knights. I know not his name, though he left his shield in my care and took my sleeve on my helm. Know ye of him

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[knightly_affair]

*Here he is, then, giving a short bow* Lady.

[livedinfantasy]

She drops straight into a deep curtsey, her eyes fixed on the ground before her. Fair lord.

[knightly_affair]

*watches her, privately wondering what on earth Guinevere's going to think* The man you seek does not deserve such praise, lady.

[livedinfantasy]

Her eyes are still intent on the ground before her, and perhaps his feet, those blessed feet. "The man I seek, dear lord, is the greatest and fairest of men. He deserves more than what humble praise I can give him."

[knightly_affair]

*laughs a bit, gently chiding* Good lady, you will swell his head. I am certainly not the greatest. That title is given to another.

[livedinfantasy]

"Then what other? What man can give lie to what I know with all my heart is true? What man can reach some height greater than the highest? Nay, my lord. 'Tis not so. My heart is sure."

[knightly_affair]

Your heart may be sure, lady, but mine doubts it. *with a wry grin* Not highest, never that. My son may be called that.

[livedinfantasy]

Her cheeks blanch slightly. "Your...son, my lord?"

[knightly_affair]

*nods, quietly* He is called Galahad.

[livedinfantasy]

Her brow creases minutely. This wasn't right. She's silent a long moment. "Is he much like you, my lord?"

[knightly_affair]

In strength, perhaps. He far surpasses me in many things, though.

[livedinfantasy]

"In...In image, my lord?" She wonders whether perhaps she may have been confused. After all, she'd been told the name of the man she sought was Galahad, so maybe this man was not her knight, though her heart was certain it was so.

[knightly_affair]

*well, depending on which story you go by --* A bit. Some say he favours his mother.

[livedinfantasy]

Dare she ask? "And what name has his mother, my lord?"

[knightly_affair]

*with a soft, awkwardly boyish sort of grin* Elaine.

[livedinfantasy]

Her eyes fly to his, torn between anger, hurt, confusion... So many reactions, all brought about by just one word. "You jest with me, my lord..."