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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 0:44:37 GMT
"Everything I am is from them, It is I who am proud of them," Lancelot said, with a modest smile, and put his arm round the elder Knights shoulder, not shirking from the coughing.
"I have, Sir, but never to cure a sore throat, usually to cure something far less tangible." He replied good naturedly with a soft laugh,
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 0:51:09 GMT
"Itr does help. I learned the trick from a Lothian fellow I knew in my youth," Sir Ector confided as the three of them started for the door. "I always keep a bottle now. Not very medicinal, but I managed to win Gaius over."
The old man smiled and nodded.
"I'll visit later. Get some rest as soon as you can."
Gaius then headed off down the corridor. Sir Ector turned back to Lancelot.
"I could do with getting drunk, but I am not so irresponsible as that. I do not believe in running away from my problems. Is Arthur well?"
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 0:53:11 GMT
"He seems as well as ever, that is if he manages to survive religious oppression by my brother," Lancelot said with a fond smile. "But he seems to me to be as ever he was, I cannot say how he was on his half of our quest though, I was with the Lady Morgan."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 1:01:04 GMT
"Ah yes. I was speaking of how Arthur seemed when you returned," Sir Ector admitted, still coughing. "He was as a son to me, though not of my own blood. I worried about him, as all fathers worry about their sons. But your brother is a devout Christian. What is so wrong with that?"
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 1:05:15 GMT
"He is not devout." Lancelot said, with a shrug that Ector would have felt rather than seen, "But Galahad, he is an obsessive, and, though I am no expert, I cannot imagine the way he thinks is how your faith was intended to be believed. Though, I think I am to blame for him, or so he seems to think, a lot of what he does is a reaction to what he thinks are my faults."
Lancelot knew that was ridiculous, he had no faults.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 1:21:24 GMT
"It's most unfortunate that your brother should think ill of you," Sir Ector said said they walked. "Kinsmen should care for one another. No man is perfect, but you have shown yourself to be dutiful and considerate. Those are considerable virtues and exactly the kind of thing I believe Arthur wishes to encourage in his vision of Camelot. For myself, I see no reason why Christians and pagans cannot live in harmony."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 1:55:07 GMT
"Then we are of one mind, but there are those who do not agree, in both faiths, and more is the pity," Lancelot said, confidently, the weight of the other man was pressing awkwardly on one shoulder, and he shifted to rebalance the weight more comfortably.
"As for Galahad and I, I think for the both of us, our differences come second to our blood, I for my part would give my life for him."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 10:17:19 GMT
"That is good. Let us hope neither of you will have to put that to the test."
They had reached the end of the corridor now and Sir Ector paused to have a coughing fit. He had brought the bottle of liquid with him and took a long swallow which seemed to ease him.
"My son was to be married, you know. Now only God knows if he ever will be."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 10:45:06 GMT
"I find people have a strong inclination to hold on to life even in the most dire circumstances." Lancelot said, not looking at the older knight, "I would not cancel the ceremony just yet."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 11:00:34 GMT
"If only it were that simple," Sir Ector sighed. "You will see, when I tell the council. I pray every hour that Alexander will live, but it may be that he cannot be married regardless. His bride and her kin stand in mortal peril."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 11:43:07 GMT
Lancelot raised his eyebrows at the new information, "this is also terrible news, perhaps I should just wait for your report at the council, but my thoughts are with your sun and his betrothed, whatever the problems."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 3, 2012 13:21:06 GMT
"You have my-" cough "thanks."
Fortunately the fiery drink was doing its work at last and the last cough was less forceful than its predecessors.
"Come, Sir Lancelot, let us join Arthur and the council."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 3, 2012 14:27:20 GMT
"indeed," Lancelot said, and continued helping Sir Ector to the room.
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