Arthur; The legend and myth Chapter 84

84.

Lady Morgause looked across the spread of food and drinks to admire the King that had saved her own King of his taken borders. The merriment of the feast was to celebrate the restoration of the old kingdom. Arthur was seated next to King Lot and both men were in laughter at some silly joke by another knight at the far table. Morgause had found herself admiring Arthur and in her fleeting mind, she wondered what it be like if she was his Queen and not Guinevere.

“My Queen, look at your King. He is very happy today. Maybe he will want to have the heir soon?” Queen Morgause was shaken f her lurid thoughts on Arthur by  the lady seated next to her She was as in her mind, banished to the company of hussy and pussies as it was the command of her King. King Lot was not your ideal partner in life with his fixated ways of how a Queen should behave. Even his mating rituals were rigid to his fulfilment much to the disappointment of the younger lady.

“Yes, I am sure he would like that.” Queen Morgause replied before she took leave of those ladies. She took to her chamber and just before she was to go in, she dismissed the servants at the door. She stepped into the chamber and then dispensed of her queen-ly gown before she relieved herself at the bucket. She reached for her night dress and saw her reflection in the tall mirror.

“I am …” Morgause swallowed her words. She was still in her best years though she lacked the fuller looks of Elaine and ….. Guinevere.

“Bitch….” Morgause recalled then Arthur was keen on her but the intervention of her mother changed all of it. The command of Lady Igraine was that easy to ignore.

“What have you that I …” Morgause stood up with her hands on her hips. She recalled the day when she was told that she was to wed King Lot.

“He is …” Morgause initial reaction. They were in the chamber of Lady Igraine.

“He is also a King.” Lady Igraine had replied ahead of her. “He is an ideal husband.”

“Why can’t I marry a knight like Elaine? Or remain…” Morgause had fought back.

“You will marry, vixen.” Lady Igraine retorted. “I can’t have you… defiling yourself.”

Morgause silenced her argument with the mother. It was true since Guinevere had shown to her the pleasures of self-fulfilment, she had taken every opportunity to indulge in it. Her brazen antics pleased her but it was her folly to share it with her friend, Shelly. It was innocent acts then but they were discovered by the mother of the other. They were accused of being tramps and sluts but the major retribution was the marriage to the elderly King.

Morgause had not taken to her new life with vigour expected of a lady but with the sacrifice felt by the mare at the mercy of the stud. All she could recall was the selfish sex and the forced haring of greeting guests with the hard swallows of the meals that accompanied them. She soon climbed beneath the bedding covers and hoped that sleep will come to her. It was easier to sleep when you were when he comes to bed. He may just ignore you and then the snores may resonate in the chamber or at worse, he may just wake you up and it will be over in a short time.

Morgause heard the door opened and without opening her eyes, she had assumed he was in. She heard the door closed and then the rustling of clothes. She was anticipating the next and it came. The sound was familiar but it was the scent that put her off. She waited and then he was on the bed. He rolled over and then went to sleep.

That was a relief for her.

Morgause tossed for some time on the bedding but the sleep evaded her.  She got out the bedding and approached the windows. It was amazing the stars could be seen but not reached. She knew as the Queen she was seen but she was not keen to be that one. She wanted to be seen and reached.

Then the most ignorance act was to surface.

The door opened without her pushing it. It was smooth and without a sound, she stepped in. She saw him sleeping there. She stepped to the bedding and stood there. There he was the man who was once infatuated with her and then laying there near her. She wanted to get into the bedding and with the man but she can’t. She was the wife of another. She was not his to take or her’ to receive. Morgause stepped back from the bedding and then found herself on the chair there. She was all worked up in her desire. It was only fair that she take care of it.

And it was taken care before she left for her own chamber. Such was the fulfilment of one’ own doing.

It was close to that in Camelot when Lancelot met the friar whom he knew some years back. He had sought out the friar in the secluded chapel at the edge of the forest. He took some days for him to confess his sins and that was the day he told it all to Friar Tuck.

“Your sins are in your mind now. You have yet to do it.” Friar Tuck sat down with the knight. “You have to face your sins or it will overwhelm you.”

“Face it? How could I do it when I am….” Lancelot was lost for words then.

“You need to be punished.” The words came out of the friar as if he was telling a child. “I know how it can be done. You can show me the whip in your saddle bag.”

“How……How did you know? I told no one.” Lancelot looked away. Then he cried. “I forgot. My God, I had truly forgotten it. How could I?”

“Sir Lancelot, there are moments of our life are best forgotten but it will haunt us soon. We have to face it and be done with it. Or be punished for it. Our sins have to be redeemed. Let me guide you.”

There was a saying about things somethings happened in pairs but there were some that came in trinity for not too far away, Merlin stood in the shadows inside the cavern facing the sea from the hole in the wall. The Lioness had returned back to her own dimension and he was alone. He had forgotten his origin but the Lioness smacked him hard on the face.

“You are a minion of mine. You came on your own accord.” Merlin then was not Merlin but a minion who stood there gaping while his idol and leader spoke. “You had your fill of the place. The sins of yours upon them are beyond salvation as I have known. I will be called back to be punished as you would be too. I can take the punishment but can you? You may be removed of your soul and left with nothing. All you have learned will be unlearned. All that you have felt will be meaningless. You will be no more with the Lords which you were once were.”

“You will not even be my minion to serve on.” The last words sank in deeper than the levels of punishment he was picturing in his mind. “I may be with others.”

“No, My Lord. I live to serve only you.” The minion that he was then pleaded with his Master. “I am nothing without you.”

“Cast not upon me for mercy for it’s not mine to give but you may live on here. Hide yourself among them who were your friends. Guide them and be their friends but not their leader. Bring forth to them those who would lead and be the one behind. No adviser gets removed when the action does not lead to his doing.”

“I am not sure.” The minion replied weakly.

“A self-searching journey of humble voyages to learn and teach may be your line of redemption.” The Lord then looked to the horizon. “Complete our works here. Teach them as we have taught you. And one day, when they call upon their King, you will be seen standing by him. Be the one we will never be able to do with such open view. I bid you farewell, minion.”

With that Merlin was banished to the world of loneliness but his work was never ending with the new Kings and Lords alongside the many he had groomed to serve the Kings he had placed on the throne. For eons, he had done his best to the select few and yet he felt that he was lonely inside.

His current King was away too long then. It was exactly three years then when Arthur rode off to continue his battles and with a child that then was running after the maids whom he had grown up with alone. His mother forbade him to wield a sword or released an arrow for she feared he was to get hurt or die. Merlin sighed for he was then to look for another to replace Arthur when the time comes. Mortality had a limited length of time and with it the body expires but a kingdom can moved on with its successor.

Lancelot.

He was a possible one since Arthur had neglected his task. Guinevere needed another child that is not cursed by the witches.

“I will personally ensure that it is done.” It was his personal oath to make sure the kingdom survive with King of his choosing.

If it was loneliness that was agreed on, then the Queen was beyond the sanity of being kept alone by herself. She had decided to break her routine of being the Queen in wait for her King to one she was before the Queen.

“I am going riding.”