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Creative Writing: Lake Led

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An orange summer sky dawned on Saturday, and Perceval arrived at Joan’s cottage on his massive chestnut destrier. The knight looked forward to a leisurely morning of fishing with his favorite person. Perceval dismounted and tied his horse to the fence post. Meanwhile, Joan exited her cottage wearing a tan traveling dress and her gray wrap – the morning was still cool, but that would change. As she walked up to Perceval, he chuckled. “What, exactly, is so funny?” Joan inquired, a touch of both humor and irritation in her tone. “I don’t think you’ve slept well. You look like a newborn babe!” Joan narrowed her eyes. “Meaning…?” Damn, Perceval’s joke hadn’t gone over well. “Just that you look a little tired. You know when babies are tired and …show more content…

Luckily, the lake was so spread out that it was easy to find a private place. The body of the lake connected to several small streams and swimming holes, so if one found a given spot was too populated, it didn’t take much effort to find a secluded space. Lake Led was a marvelous place, and often referred to as “The Jewel of Camelot.” Its shores were graced with towering, ancient yew trees and wide oaks providing plenty of cover. Gently rolling hills in the distance shimmered with green in the summer and sparkled with white snow in the winter. Joan had been here only once since she’d moved to Camelot, so she took the opportunity to absorb the beauty as Aethon trotted a long a narrow path to the intended fishing spot. The air was still on this day, not so much as a ripple out on the water. Joan and Perceval dismounted, and while Perceval watered Aethon, Joan set up a comfortable blanket beneath a tree. After fishing, they’d share a light breakfast. Following the set-up, the pair walked through the dewy grass to the water’s edge. Perceval explained the finer points of fishing, and how they’d use a nettle-hemp line and hook instead of a …show more content…

Perceval tied sinkers onto the lines and cut up some sausage for bait. He stuck a chunk of sausage on each hook. “All right, toss in the line. Then we sit here and wait,” he said. Joan tried to toss in her line, but it became entangled in a bush, and it took Perceval some time to wrestle the line from the branches, but he did so with a smile and good humor. Finally, Joan’s line was in the water. The couple sat together on the grassy shore in companionable silence for a time until Perceval spoke. “Joan, do you mind if I ask you a personal question? Why you’re not married yet? I’d think a woman like you would have suitors lined up at her door.” Joan chuckled and shook her head. “No, not at all. Many men find my reading and interest in healing strange.” “And men don’t approve? Of your reading and wanting to be a healer?” “Not all men are quite as progressive as you,” Perceval, she said with a wink. “And what about Sir Aled?” Perceval’s voice sounded tight. “Oh, he’s funny. He doesn’t mean anything with his flirting. Besides, he means nothing to

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