Sir Gawain Drabble Thirteen
The last of my Sir Gawain challenge drabbles! Finally! The aim was to write 100 words in response to a section of the poem. I will post the masterlist... probably today before I go home.
He may be stout and stern
and standing armed with stave,
but those who strive to serve
our lord, our lord will save.’
Magic in the court - magic before the king. The courtiers stand in corners, whispering to each other, frightened. Gaius is frozen, unsure of who to run to - both Merlin and Arthur are bleeding. The knights are staring at Merlin in pure shock and confusion, and Arthur - Arthur - is behind him.
Merlin turns, and lets his homemade staff clatter to the ground so that his hands are empty. He walks forward to where the king stands, not looking into his eyes, frightened of seeing betrayal there, and drops to his knees.
“My life in your hands, Arthur Pendragon,” he says quietly.
He may be stout and stern
and standing armed with stave,
but those who strive to serve
our lord, our lord will save.’
Magic in the court - magic before the king. The courtiers stand in corners, whispering to each other, frightened. Gaius is frozen, unsure of who to run to - both Merlin and Arthur are bleeding. The knights are staring at Merlin in pure shock and confusion, and Arthur - Arthur - is behind him.
Merlin turns, and lets his homemade staff clatter to the ground so that his hands are empty. He walks forward to where the king stands, not looking into his eyes, frightened of seeing betrayal there, and drops to his knees.
“My life in your hands, Arthur Pendragon,” he says quietly.