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tamingthemuseTitle: Coming home
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 399 - Threadbare
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was a peaceful summer day in Camelot when the man walked into the streets.
It was a peaceful summer day in Camelot when the man walked into the streets. His body was frail, his bones showing against the dirty cover of his skin that was barely hidden by ragged pieces of clothes. His wild hair mingled with his beard and twigs could be seen among them. He walked with a limp, holding himself up with a help of a long stick he clutch in his left hand.
He stopped for a second as the castle came into view. He only had a small climb left to tread and he would finally be home. Slowly he reached the main entrance gate but found his way barred by two soldiers.
"Halt beggar!"
"I am..." The man let out a fit of cough. His throat was dry and his voice unused for so long had forgotten how to flow. He swallowed hard and forced his voice to reach out. "I am Sir Lancelot." His words were low and rough.
The soldiers laughed. "And I'm King Arthur," one of them replied.
Lancelot took a step forward but one of the soldier pushed him back. He fell to the ground. He was afraid his body would break at the touch of the hard beaten path but it didn't. He remained lying for an instant, his eyes fixed on the sky. There was a bird flying high above the towers of the castle, oblivious to the barriers men had imposed on the land.
"I am Sir Lancelot," he said very slowly in a low murmur. He closed his eyes and focused all of his strength in his arms. He pushed himself up. He got up and went to sit down on a rock a little further down the path and waited.
He waited for a familiar face to come by. Hours passed. People came and went before his eyes but there had been no one he could recognise. He was ready to fall asleep on his rock when he heard the sounds of horse hooves coming closer. He turned his head in the direction of the noise. Coming up the path were two magnificent horses ridden by the King and Queen. Lancelot got up, a flicker of life suddenly burning more ardently in him. He stood in the middle of the road smiling, waiting for the horses to stop. As they came to a halt he bowed down, opened his mouth and let out a small cry that rattle against his throat. "I am home." He took a step towards Arthur's horse and extended his hand to the rider.
"Arthur... I am home."
Lancelot saw the look of puzzlement in the other man's face but it did not deter him. He kept his hand extended, waiting patiently for his friend to recognise him. He saw the king suddenly dismount his horse and look closer to him.
"Lancelot," he asked with a tremour in his voice.
The lost knight nodded, his smile widening. Arthur ignored his hand that was still extended and pull him against his body, hugging him dearly. "We thought you were dead."
"Not quite...," Lancelot whispered as tears fell across his face.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 399 - Threadbare
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was a peaceful summer day in Camelot when the man walked into the streets.
It was a peaceful summer day in Camelot when the man walked into the streets. His body was frail, his bones showing against the dirty cover of his skin that was barely hidden by ragged pieces of clothes. His wild hair mingled with his beard and twigs could be seen among them. He walked with a limp, holding himself up with a help of a long stick he clutch in his left hand.
He stopped for a second as the castle came into view. He only had a small climb left to tread and he would finally be home. Slowly he reached the main entrance gate but found his way barred by two soldiers.
"Halt beggar!"
"I am..." The man let out a fit of cough. His throat was dry and his voice unused for so long had forgotten how to flow. He swallowed hard and forced his voice to reach out. "I am Sir Lancelot." His words were low and rough.
The soldiers laughed. "And I'm King Arthur," one of them replied.
Lancelot took a step forward but one of the soldier pushed him back. He fell to the ground. He was afraid his body would break at the touch of the hard beaten path but it didn't. He remained lying for an instant, his eyes fixed on the sky. There was a bird flying high above the towers of the castle, oblivious to the barriers men had imposed on the land.
"I am Sir Lancelot," he said very slowly in a low murmur. He closed his eyes and focused all of his strength in his arms. He pushed himself up. He got up and went to sit down on a rock a little further down the path and waited.
He waited for a familiar face to come by. Hours passed. People came and went before his eyes but there had been no one he could recognise. He was ready to fall asleep on his rock when he heard the sounds of horse hooves coming closer. He turned his head in the direction of the noise. Coming up the path were two magnificent horses ridden by the King and Queen. Lancelot got up, a flicker of life suddenly burning more ardently in him. He stood in the middle of the road smiling, waiting for the horses to stop. As they came to a halt he bowed down, opened his mouth and let out a small cry that rattle against his throat. "I am home." He took a step towards Arthur's horse and extended his hand to the rider.
"Arthur... I am home."
Lancelot saw the look of puzzlement in the other man's face but it did not deter him. He kept his hand extended, waiting patiently for his friend to recognise him. He saw the king suddenly dismount his horse and look closer to him.
"Lancelot," he asked with a tremour in his voice.
The lost knight nodded, his smile widening. Arthur ignored his hand that was still extended and pull him against his body, hugging him dearly. "We thought you were dead."
"Not quite...," Lancelot whispered as tears fell across his face.
