By the time we reached the castle Arn was definitely showing and I knew it wouldn't be long til I needed a new
handmaiden. The king was as obnoxious as ever but his son, Conrad, had been chivalrous enough. I wondered
whether he would keep it up after the wedding. When we arrived Morgana was not waiting at the gates
impatiently. A good sign, perchance.
The king's host quickly got back into their routines, and my small circle of trustee's were given the freedom
of the western tower to call home. The castle should be mine by rights, but this society was still very
patriarchal I had to be realistic that I would be viewed by many of the lords as a mere servant of my husband.
The 'sirs' which the monarch had raised up to knighthood had the combined class of a turnip. They must be
impressive enough with their swords to compensate for their absence of manners I guess. Sir Trovan was one
such nightmare and unknown to me, had set his sights on my poor pregnant lady in waiting.
Things would come to head one night during our second week. The knight had been drinking to celebrate his day
to dominating straw opponents on the jousting track, and after belittling some simpleton serving boy he drank
himself to the point of bold faced stupidity. How else could I explain heading up to the tower set aside for
royal party and entering Arn's room uninvited. Her sister, fortunately still awake she should have screamed
her help the moment he walked in. Maybe her pride prevented her from calling out but as luck would have it I
was walking by and had little trouble sneaking in behind the drunken warrior. Arn seemed keen to tackle the
ogre like man herself.
"Did you forget where your bed was?"
"Oh I know which bed I'm occupying tonight" his bedroom eyes drifted over to Arn's sheets.
"Oh I'm afraid I'm already in such a position" she exposed her bare midriff, clearly shaped like a bun in the
oven.
"I could tell my your glow" said the knight "and fret not my fertile lass, I won't be too rough, not that
it'll hurt your child"
"Still," she started backing away "I think it best you head back to your quarters to sleep off the beers you
been drinking"
The impudent knight was undeterred by Arn's polite push off and seemed to thinking she would be an easy
pickings in her state. Pregnant women do reach a point of hormonal horniness but my little sister was not
there yet. This man wasn't getting underneath her skirts, unless it was without her permission. He grabbed her
dress and tore is open from the bottom. Guess without permission was all he would consider. Arn's foolishness
might around men reflected her ill-ease at her current station, but that gave this brash brute no reason to
assault her. I grabbed my bow and pulled back a arrow with his name on it. The first our lust filled knight
noticed was when the tip was at his Adam's apple. He instinctively dropped the pregnant women and reached for
his sword.
"I'm quicker" was I needed to say to get him to back his hand off the weapon.
Arn scurried to the other room and I just stood her, no words to needed to be spoken and the tension palpable.
The voice that cut through the room was the last I expected.
"Impressive" said Morgana, with the air of women was directing this play. I had to wonder how long she had
been there, watching out standoff unfold. "I'd say say release but I have a better fate in store for this
man."