After a good bit of my pay was absolutely wasted and I barely got to enjoy any of it myself I ended up dropping the absolutely plastered Mordred into the pendant. Since I had nothing better to do I walked to the throne room and it turns out I was just in time to hear Arthur announce for everyone who was able to pack up a few things and be at the stables within the hour. Much to his concern though, most of the knights were drunk so rather than them running off to pack they stumbled away. A few fell over and didn’t get back up which caused Arthur to pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a long tired sigh.

“Looks promising.” I said sarcastically as I approached him. He looked up at me and shook his head.

“I should have told them earlier. Sadly, I was too tired from our fight to remember that I needed to tell them. Now they’ve gone and drank nearly half of Camelot’s alcohol supply.” Arthur said.

“Well, I think Mordred contributed to that heavily.” I said. He gave me a look of concern. “Don’t worry. Not your Mordred, my Mordred. She’s absolutely passed out drunk in the pendant.”

“I don’t want to know. Just please get ready while I consider whether I should just retire early. This job is making me lose hair by the day.” Arthur said before walking off and shaking his head.

“If you retire then you probably won’t die.” I said as he entered the hall to the side of the throne room.

“Yes, but then someone else will. Rather it be me than my children.” Arthur yelled back from the hallway.

Walking back to my room I asked everyone in the pendant if any of them were sober enough to talk but none of them replied. Not even Lily so I just kept on walking down the cold stone hallways. Upon opening the door to my room I saw Medea packing up the books and writing equipment. She also had a sack full of my clothes as well as her own.

“I’m guessing you want to come with me?” I asked.

“Of course. When I became your personal servant I no longer had any ties to Camelot so I have to come with you.” she said happily.

“I see. Then I have no problem with it. Thank you for packing up my clothes.” I replied.

“You’re welcome.” she said.

As she had finished packing we went down to the stables where the horses were being prepared hastily and many of the knights were getting their armor checked before they left. It was the complete opposite of the grand festival the townspeople were having on the other side of the castle. Walking over with my two bags I was told to go to the stables for a horse. Much to my surprise Gwaine was already over there and looked completely sober.

“Gwaine, I didn’t expect to see you standing after a festival with that much alcohol.” I said as I walked up to him.

“Arthur gave me a little forewarning about us leaving so that I wouldn’t get shit faced drunk an hour before we left. Though I have six waterskins full of beer and wine so I should be good.” Gwaine said as he strapped on of the waterskins onto his saddle.

“I see. Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“You just did but sure, as long as I can ask you one.” he replied with a rather melancholic face.

“What do you expect it to be like? Where we’re going I mean.” I asked.

“Lots of blood and restless nights. Hope you slept a lot while you were here because you probably won’t out there. Other than that I don’t know what to tell you.” Gwaine said.

“Alright, now what did you want to ask me?” I asked.

“Are you really bringing that child?” Gwaine asked as he gestured at Medea who was looking at the horses with awe.

“She insisted, and it’s not like I can leave her here.” I replied.

“Fair enough, but I would suggest keeping her away from the battlegrounds as much as possible. It’s not exactly the safest place.” Gwaine said before stepping into the stirrup and throwing his body over the saddle. He then rode off to join the rest of the knights who were saddled up.

I threw both Medea’s and my bags into the saddlebags of the horse I was assigned to by the stablemaster. Throwing myself on the horse I reached down and lifted Medea onto the saddle as well. From there I did my best to guide the horse over to where Gwaine and many of the other knights were. However, my only time on a horse other than the other day was never so I had some issues. Hell, even the other day I had trouble with the horse.

“Let us ride to victory!” I heard Arthur shout in what sounded like the end of a speech from where the other knights were. Going over I was just barely able to mingle my way in with the other Round Table knights before the other knights followed behind on foot or in carts. Thus, I was shipped off to fight in a war.