Arthurian advent calendar: 23rd december
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23rd DECEMBER: (Sagramore, Aglovale, Love)
“You are in love.”
Aglovale nearly jumped. For a man who was twice his size, Sagramore had always been incredibly quiet while moving.
“Why?” asked Pellinore’s son, trying to look casual and bored.
“You have been carving in that piece of wood all morning. And that is a heart. And that is another heart.”
Aglovale looked down at the knife and the wood. He had to admit that there were a lot of little hearts.
“Who is the lucky maiden? One of Guinevere’s handmaidens? Or is him a knight?” asked Sagramore, sitting beside his friend. It was no secret (not even to the little disapproving Perceval) that Aglovale’s tastes run in both directions.
“It’s a him,” answered the knight, nervous.
“Who is he, then? It’s not Lancelot, isn’t him? Because the list of damsels and knights who are infatuated by our handsome champions is a bit too long.”
“No. Not Lancelot. Not- not a knight.”
Sagramore frowned, surprised, massaging his black beard. “A man who is not a knight. The king?!”
“No. No, Sagramore, he is, he is just a blacksmith. He lives near Tintagel, in a village. You surely do remember when I was wounded and I took refuge in a village and there I met him- he is not a knight.”
Sagramore bursted into a sudden laugh. “That’s what’s troubling you?” he asked, trying to not run out of air, among the tears. “Don’t say ‘he is just a blacksmith’. He must be a damn good blacksmith if you are in love with him.”
Aglovale smiled, feeling his own face burning. “Yes, he is. A damn fine man.”