🎶Young man came from hunting faint, tired and weary,
What does ail my Lord, my dearie?
Oh, brother dear, let my bed be made.
For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade.
Men need a man would die as soon,
Out of the light of a mage's moon,
But it's not by bone, but yet by blade,
Can break the magic that the devil made,
And it's not my fire, but was forged in flame.
Can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain.
This young man he died fair soon.
By the light of a hunter'e moon.
'Twas not by bone, nor yet by blade,
Of the berries of the woody nightshade,
Oh Father dear lie and be safe,
From the path that the devil made.🎶
- The Devil and the Huntsman.
Two days ride to Camelot, on horse back along the roads and plains, foot marches on rivers and rocky lands.
They set up camp and renaissance at a village 5 miles West of Camelot. King Arthur read out the priorities: Take back the Kingdom, kill whoever resist, free Guinevere and Bedivere and anyone else held hostage.
Merlin prepared portions quickly an fortified the army. No taking chances, reference to the Black Legs and unbreakable bond with sorcery.
Lancelot and Gwendolyn, shared a kiss (she said kiss of goodluck), their first kiss. Their time together was cut short with the horn to arrange in battle formation.
So Gwendolyn remained behind lines, praying the god Asparagus goes with her beloved Lancelot in battle.
Lancelot rode to battle with fear in his heart for a debut. What if he doesn't return to his new found and requited love.
The Black Legs arranged in anti siege formation, archers on the walls and towers, lancers manned the gates and swordsmen laid behind.
However tho, it was a rather swift battle, King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table took back Camelot.
The fight was a bloodbath, King Arthur and his knight fought as viscous gladiators, like cold blooded Vikings (prolly credence to the Vikings among his flanks).The army gave no quarter to the Black Legs. Black Legs didn't bulge down either so it was fight to the death
What's worth the battle, which literally is a fight for warring cousins. Where's the intellect here fellas?
The Knights swiftly took back the gate forts and the entire city, credence to their perfect knowledge of the city walls and it's in and out. No sleeper cells needed to infiltrate the enemy unlike the bitching rebels.
The Black Legs were pushed further, behind the palace and into the dungeon.
By some chance, Bedivere slipped off his cross, with a maniacal strength, more like a savage. He dove into the fight immediately, slicing guards left and right and set Guinevere loose from her hanging cage. He got a glimpse of Vendressor circled by elite Legs and headed straight to him, by when Wetstic, Gundor Percy and Mike (flat nose) came through too and fortified Bedivere with a backup portion.
Bedivere, now enhanced engaged him in a revenge rematch, ending with Bedivere successfully relieving Vendressor's body of its head.
Meanwhile, King Arthur charged for his cousin and skipped the talk for the fight.
The King was chivalrous even in war, not going had on Morgan, just dishing out slight swings and blockings of his beloved Excalibur.
Taking advantage of this, Morgana brandished a hidden enchanted pick and poked it into his left butt cheek, and he bled black blood.
Lancelot Dulac came forth in a messianic fashion, not opting for chivalry one bit and dueled her, pushing her back to the St Andrews Cross Bedivere was chained to.
Guinevere, loving virgin bride of the King tendered to his bleeding ass cheek.
Lancelot's sword fight with Morgana was a 8:2 fight, but it was Gwendolyn who appear from wheresoever and delivered the fatal stab of a lance killed Morgana.
Fight ended, King Arthur and every other injured got treated in the royal infirmary, Camelot is there's, cheers to victory once more, yayy.
Lancelot and Gwendolyn got married secretly minutes after the battle, officiated by Merlin.
Subsequently it was certified by the King (himself drew the contract).
The wedding of King Arthur and Lady Guinevere was more grand, fit for a King's. The kingdom feasted and the merriment lasted a whole month.
After the wedding celebrations, Guinevere was crowned Queen of Camelot, stamping King Arthur's full reign as King as well as wholesome acceptance of his monarchical reign.
Gwendolyn and Guinevere also reunited as twins for the first time since separation at birth, with their husbands now more like best of mates.
Lancelot was released from royal service and given the Joyeuse Garde. He rebuilt it and built a castle within the manor walls for his wife Gwendolyn.
They lived their lives together, until death did them part.
Abstract
"A King's popularity is not always measured by the many battles he fought in and won, not the enemies he vanquished, nor how he quells rebellion and ouster plots ascribe his viscosity. All I've done these for our Kingdom, non I could achieve without my men. Cheers to the Knights of Camelot." Cheers.
"The Knights of the Roundtable, we ride together forever till Twilight of the world, till there are no friends at dusk, I'll never falter in doubts of you forever. Cheers". Cheers.
"My beloved Gwendolyn, marriage is a fix, our love isn't. Till the moon fails and the sun grows weary, me and you, our names written in gold, I'm stuck with you forever until my breath ceases."
- Excerpts from King Arthur's Sayings and Speeches, Lancelot-Grail (Post Vulgate Cycle), edited and transcribed by Shallom Paul.
"Ours is a union of celestials, purged with blood and tears, on corpses and mummies of enemies. It's me and you against the world mine, they will chant in the courts of Kings and Emperors the wonders of our love."
"Every ear that hears it, every tongue that speaks it, every heart that receives it; shall sprung springs of jealousy and drive of madness until they feel same, yet in all they do and try to achieve, none compares to us"
"You're the ripe apple that refuse to fall from the tree in joyous anticipation that I pluck you. I have now, and I sip the juices of your delicious sap. My mouth is watering from your savour and I desire more everyday."
"I'll abduct Michaelangelo from hell to sculpt the rocks of Gibraltar and carve them after you, I'll kidnap DaVinci from Limbo to paint you, I'll steal Philoxenus from his requiem to make mosaics of you, so the world glance at your beauty forever."
- Excerpts from Lancelot's Poems, Lancelot-Grail (Vulgate Cycle), edited and transcribed by Shallom Paul.
©️ Shallom
Thank you for reading.
This is the end of the Lancelot and Gwendolyn story, my adaptation.
Go forth, live it, oh ye lovers and wannabe lovers.
