It was a deep plunge into the lake, but Lancelot managed to swim ashore, pulling Gwendolyn with him.
Lancelot's now dead horse pulled to the shore, towards him. A waste of great animal.
He had stitched up Gwendolyn's wounds and laid her beside the fire he made. He sat in deep thoughts.
He watched her carefully, her fine wet hair, rustic clothes, light snore.
Who was this Gwendolyn. Why the semblance with Guinevere. Why is she so beautiful.
Then the other reality dawned on him.
He is now fugitive of his country. How so even? No one to give answers to this deep shit.
Where was the ploy soothing from.
What manner of fuckery is this?
All battles he's fought, the flags he's hoisted, the chant to the glory of Camelot, the triumphant marches around the cities.
No one to give him answers. Well so he thought.
🎶 Pull me up by my bootstraps,
O Virgin Lady of the Lake,
Nimue, come of the still waters.
Pull me to the light,
And let the triumphant sun smile on me once more.🎶
Lancelot chanted the lyrics of this song. His mother taught him as a child, song of the mystical Lady of the Lake, Nimue. Why he sang he didn't know. Somehow it felt right.
Suddenly the water was troubled and parted.
A lady, nude save for a wet lacy dress emerged, just as his mother described to him years prior. Her skin glistered through the moon, like diamond scales. On her head was a crown of crystal, her hand clenched a silver staff. She was Nimue.
"Lancelot Dulac, I hear your troubled heart. Be not troubled, I know you need answers. I will give answers."
A chill of relief swept through his spine, yet he felt uneasy.
He stood still, helplessly scared even while she spoke on.
"Your destiny is in play right in front of you. You come from a line of the man who bonded with a mermaid, a forbidden love. You are last of that sinful union, wonder how you survived the deep plunge inside this cold lake?"
He was quiet, observant, so as she went on "Dulac was your forebearer's name and you bear it henceforth. Your forebearer fell in love with a mer. The very spot you stand was the spot of that sinful of consumation." This got him jerking off the spot like it grew hotter.
"The King heads here to kill you, I'm sure you know that. Nevertheless Merlin has found out the deception and rides forth to the King. This is beyond you and the King, beyond a fight for a Dame. This is for Camelot."
Gwendolyn stirred from her slumber and Lancelot asked "what about the her?"
"Ahh yes, Gwendolyn. She was taken at birth by the dark Mage. Modred's defeat set her free and she wandered alone, keeper of Xemandor forest.
Her resemblance with Guinevere, they are twins, separated at birth. Not even her mother remembered her existence"
Dipping her hand inside the lake, she pulled a sword. "But now we must not tarry, use this and claim your destiny"
She dove into the lake, without asking if he understood what she said.
And he did understand.
Meanwhile, Morgana had anticipated all possible endings to her plan, so she was undeterred seeing Arthur and his army riding towards the city. The plot if kidnapping Guinevere was a ruse to lure him far from the Kingdom, so that like a nymphomaniac, she wouldn't resist penetration.
Waell the triumphant entry was met with hinges by the Lord Bedivere and the city guards.
Sir Venderessor, who has been her mole all along engaged preplanned measures. On his signal, sleeper cells of Black Legs engaged off the soldiers and opened the city gates.
Bedivere, leading the attack upfront now caught in
Vendressor then engaged Bedivere in combat, and won outrightly with his double swords and superior athleticism.
Bedivere, bleeding and distraught was then tied to a St Andrews Cross in the dungeon.
Guinevere hung above in a cage. Her cries filled the room.
Morgana's smiles beamed up, she sitting on the Throne, flanked by her sorcerers, her commanders and Venderessor of course. Camelot was hers.
Prior, Lancelot stared as the galloping horses reached the shore. He stood rock still, hand clenching his sword. The approaching horses came to a half and King Arthur got down.
"My King" he said as he bowed curtly, Gwendolyn peering behind him.
"Thank your hoses this was a buster. Merlin be thanked for insight. You are just a pawn." King Arthur said, staring daggers from his horse.
"My Lord the Lady of the Lake be thanked for the insight. I was in the dark too." Merlin said, rather humbly.
Horses at attention, soldiers now in formation, King Arthur rode ahead and addressed his troops.
"Spare the tales for later. We ride back to Camelot. Bedivere struggle to hold the city. We ride and fight for our Kingdom. Those that seek it's ruins will be put down. Ride with me once again comrades, glory to Camelot."
"Glory to Camelot!!!"
To be continued.
Lancelot and Gwendolyn III,
30th August, 2022.
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"I never knew you, but it feels like death leaving you.
But this go far beyond us.
Every battle I've fought is near death, but this moment is the greatest dread I've ever face.
I will be back.
And when I do, no mage, no prophecy, no fight will be on the way when I come for you.
I want to know you forever, so we will forge our names in volumes of history together.
No one will be on our way,
If so, my sword comes nigh.
I love you Gwendolyn,
I very much always will.
Love me when you can't,
Love me when you mustn't,
Love me when you shouldn't,
If it has to be, then it's all on us."
©️ Shallom