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King Arthur Percival Short Story

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Sir Percival swallowed the last gulp of his fourth (large) tankard of spiced Frankish wine. He blinked his eyes rapidly and shook his head, hoping such actions would clear his fuzzy vision and his straighten-out his muddy thinking: they didn't. Camelot's largest and strongest knight wasn't much of a drinker, but he'd been known to enjoy a flagon or two of ale now and again. And due to his considerable size, on a typical day, he imbibed without worrying about intoxication. However, this wine was potent, like nothing he'd ever consumed. “Gwaine,” slurred Percival, “what the hell was in that... that... brink, I mean, drink… You know what I mean!” Sir Gwaine cackled, quite inebriated himself. The two friends sat on the floor, because somehow, sitting …show more content…

Around women whom he was comfortable, he was fine; he didn't have a problem speaking with Queen Guinevere, his chambermaid, the kitchen maids, or many other women in the city. But when confronted with new ladies, or women he found attractive, he turned into a total prating mess. A while back, when Princess Mithian had visited Camelot, Percival had inadvertently called her “Your Flyness,” and he still hadn't lived down that blunder. And even worse, when he'd visited the tavern last month and had met the pretty knew barmaid, he'd been reduced to near mutism. It had been a humiliating experience, but Gwaine had been there to cover for him. “Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad idea, man,” babbled Gwaine. “If you want a woman in your bed tonight, let me do the talking for you. Remember what happened last time?” Percival waved his hand drunkenly in his friend's face. “I'm fine now. Feeling really good! And I don't want to go to bed with a woman, I just want to talk to one.” “You never want to go to bed with a woman!” said Gwaine with a roar of …show more content…

He’d show that damn Gwaine. He’d show all the knights he was more than a “hulking daisy,” one of their favorite nicknames for him. After all, normal men spoke with women all the time. And half of the knights seemed to have new women in their beds each week! Percival had no idea how they managed that. He was terrible at approaching women and he knew it. None of his fellow knights knew that he’d been with only one woman – even Gwaine had no idea. And Percival’s singular brief tryst had happened when he was seventeen; it was the woman’s idea, and it had turned out to be quite the disaster. Percival didn’t even want to think about it right

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