Meeting of Two Worlds.
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Epilogue
Gawain scowled, his intense gaze on his friend. “Galahad mopes about. He will not eat, and barely sleeps. He is distracted during training to the point that Bors nearly killed him by accident.”
Arthur’s brows knitted in a scowl of his own. The man they discussed was brushing his horse, pausing every now and then to lean his forehead on the animal and not move for long seconds until the steed moved and snorted at him. “I noticed.”
Gawain shook his head. “Why have we not forgotten her, Arthur? Why must he suffer in remembering her? I did not think he loved her as he does. I believed he only lusted for her.”
“Obviously you were mistaken,” Arthur whispered. “Obviously we all were.” He did not dwell on what he himself had felt for Meagan. “Galahad!” he called, deciding it was time to talk to his young knight.
The curly-haired knight snapped to attention and blinked. “Arthur?”
“Come,” the commander told him. “Let us get a drink.”
Giving the horse a pat on the rump and a few soothing words Galahad almost grinned when the large muzzle nudged him hard with affection. Putting the brush away he walked slowly towards the other two men. “I have already tried to drink her memory away. It does not work.”
Arthur was touched by the haunted look in the man’s eyes. “No, I suspect it would not. But come, let us have a drink, and talk. It may help to ease your pain.”
The three turned for the door, and halted when Tristan raced within upon his steed, bending low to avoid the doorway’s low beam. “Arthur!”
“What is it?” Arthur stiffened, ready for battle as his hand went to the hilt of his blade. “Woads? Saxons?”
Tristan’s gaze shifted to Galahad. “A woman.”
“Tristan, how many times must I tell you? Women are not an oddity, and we do not attack them…” Gawain teased.
Galahad’s breathing sped up, his heart pounded, and he ran and leapt atop the horse. “Ride, Tristan!”
“Galahad!” Arthur shouted.
Tristan wheeled his mount about, and raced back out of the compound. Down the road about two miles he came to a halt. Galahad searched about. “Where? Where is she?”
Tristan pointed towards the trees. “She will appear in a moment.”
Galahad slid off the animal, and moved around it to face the trees. When a woman in a long skirt and shawl appeared he stopped breathing for a moment. “Meagan?” he shouted, unsure, and yet hoping against hope that it was she.
Her head lifted, and she glanced over. “Galahad?”
He broke into a run. How? How it could it be? She had died in his arms. The Goddess Anu had told him nothing could be done, that she had paid her price for saving them. How could Meagan be here? For a moment he lost sight of her, but then she collided with him, and they both fell to the ground. He pushed her hair from her face, and stared at her. “It is truly you! But how?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care!” She kissed him hard, holding tightly to him.
The sound of horses’ hooves came only moments before the feel of it as it rattled the ground. Galahad pushed to his feet and pulled her to her own. Beaming brightly he faced the knights. “I want us wed before the Goddess decides she made a mistake and tries to take her from me again!”
Bors snorted, shaking his head. “I have no idea how this could be, but I will not question it.” He tossed his head back to shout. “Wine and food! We must celebrate!” With a cackling laugh he turned his horse back towards the Wall.
“Do you need a ride?” Lancelot asked.
Galahad pulled her near, and shook his head. “No. We will take our time and walk.”
Meagan nodded. “We will.”
Gawain grinned. “Well, we had best return before Bors drinks the tavern dry.”
The knights turned and rode back the way they had come. Galahad and Meagan began to walk. “Remind me to thank the Goddess for you being here.”
“We can thank her together tonight,” she nodded. “Do you really want to wed me?”
“Today,” he nodded. “Unless you do not want to be wed with me?”
“Hmm, wed to the pious Galahad…” When he arched a brow she laughed. “There are worse fates. Will you keep me satisfied and happy and safe?”
“Extremely,” he grinned. “And will you give me children and care for my hearth and myself?”
“Perhaps.”
“What?” She laughed and took off running, and he chuckled before sprinting after her. “If I catch you I will lift your skirt and beat you until you beg me to make the hurt go away!”
She came to a screeching halt, and faced him. “Do you promise?” And let him catch her.
THE END.
Arthur’s brows knitted in a scowl of his own. The man they discussed was brushing his horse, pausing every now and then to lean his forehead on the animal and not move for long seconds until the steed moved and snorted at him. “I noticed.”
Gawain shook his head. “Why have we not forgotten her, Arthur? Why must he suffer in remembering her? I did not think he loved her as he does. I believed he only lusted for her.”
“Obviously you were mistaken,” Arthur whispered. “Obviously we all were.” He did not dwell on what he himself had felt for Meagan. “Galahad!” he called, deciding it was time to talk to his young knight.
The curly-haired knight snapped to attention and blinked. “Arthur?”
“Come,” the commander told him. “Let us get a drink.”
Giving the horse a pat on the rump and a few soothing words Galahad almost grinned when the large muzzle nudged him hard with affection. Putting the brush away he walked slowly towards the other two men. “I have already tried to drink her memory away. It does not work.”
Arthur was touched by the haunted look in the man’s eyes. “No, I suspect it would not. But come, let us have a drink, and talk. It may help to ease your pain.”
The three turned for the door, and halted when Tristan raced within upon his steed, bending low to avoid the doorway’s low beam. “Arthur!”
“What is it?” Arthur stiffened, ready for battle as his hand went to the hilt of his blade. “Woads? Saxons?”
Tristan’s gaze shifted to Galahad. “A woman.”
“Tristan, how many times must I tell you? Women are not an oddity, and we do not attack them…” Gawain teased.
Galahad’s breathing sped up, his heart pounded, and he ran and leapt atop the horse. “Ride, Tristan!”
“Galahad!” Arthur shouted.
Tristan wheeled his mount about, and raced back out of the compound. Down the road about two miles he came to a halt. Galahad searched about. “Where? Where is she?”
Tristan pointed towards the trees. “She will appear in a moment.”
Galahad slid off the animal, and moved around it to face the trees. When a woman in a long skirt and shawl appeared he stopped breathing for a moment. “Meagan?” he shouted, unsure, and yet hoping against hope that it was she.
Her head lifted, and she glanced over. “Galahad?”
He broke into a run. How? How it could it be? She had died in his arms. The Goddess Anu had told him nothing could be done, that she had paid her price for saving them. How could Meagan be here? For a moment he lost sight of her, but then she collided with him, and they both fell to the ground. He pushed her hair from her face, and stared at her. “It is truly you! But how?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care!” She kissed him hard, holding tightly to him.
The sound of horses’ hooves came only moments before the feel of it as it rattled the ground. Galahad pushed to his feet and pulled her to her own. Beaming brightly he faced the knights. “I want us wed before the Goddess decides she made a mistake and tries to take her from me again!”
Bors snorted, shaking his head. “I have no idea how this could be, but I will not question it.” He tossed his head back to shout. “Wine and food! We must celebrate!” With a cackling laugh he turned his horse back towards the Wall.
“Do you need a ride?” Lancelot asked.
Galahad pulled her near, and shook his head. “No. We will take our time and walk.”
Meagan nodded. “We will.”
Gawain grinned. “Well, we had best return before Bors drinks the tavern dry.”
The knights turned and rode back the way they had come. Galahad and Meagan began to walk. “Remind me to thank the Goddess for you being here.”
“We can thank her together tonight,” she nodded. “Do you really want to wed me?”
“Today,” he nodded. “Unless you do not want to be wed with me?”
“Hmm, wed to the pious Galahad…” When he arched a brow she laughed. “There are worse fates. Will you keep me satisfied and happy and safe?”
“Extremely,” he grinned. “And will you give me children and care for my hearth and myself?”
“Perhaps.”
“What?” She laughed and took off running, and he chuckled before sprinting after her. “If I catch you I will lift your skirt and beat you until you beg me to make the hurt go away!”
She came to a screeching halt, and faced him. “Do you promise?” And let him catch her.
THE END.