Author’s Note: I’m pretty sure this is the first ever real totally Sir Gadabout fic, so I hope it sets a good impression. If you don’t know the Tv show ‘Sir Gadabout’, then I direct you to “Sir Gadabout – a guide” by Silver Storm Dragon. It is a medieval kids comedy about a really …..untalented knight. It also has a really nice stable boy in it.:

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, mainly because it’s all 1000 years ago. Ooh, but I do own Lancelot’s nephew.

It was a normal morning in Camelot. The sky was that beautiful blue it always seemed to be, the opening trumpets were just as bleary, and the king was still fast asleep in his chamber, cuddling up to his teddy. The knights were nowhere to be seen, so one would assume that they were all fast asleep, too. The only person who was up was Sir Gadabout, and mainly because he had dozed off in the afternoon the day before. Sir Gadabout was sitting happily at the round table, fiddling with a piece of chipped wood dangling from the table’s edge. He was glancing around patiently, as if he expected something actually exciting to happen. I don’t know about exciting, but something did happen – Lancelot came in. Gadabout immediately stopped fiddling with the edging of the table and suddenly became mesmerized with the ceiling. Lancelot took one degrading look at the other knight, and strode over to the large oval mirror behind him. Lancelot peered into the mirror, then leant back and puffed out his chest.

            “My, are we not looking radiantly fresh this morning,” he complimented his grinning reflection.

            “We are?” asked a confused Sir Gadabout.

            “I wasn’t talking to you, Gadders. Besides, the only way you could look radiantly fresh is to borrow moi’s body.”

            Luckily, Sir Gadabout was a little too slow on the uptake, so he did nothing.

            “Are we feeling a little pekish yet?” Lancelot once again asked the mirror.

            “Are you, by any chance, addressing me?” Sir Gadabout asked without turning around.

            “Certainly not. I’m busy.” He turned back to the mirror, and started separating strands of hair to place neatly, something he had learnt from King Arthur. “Have you had breakfast?” Lancelot then asked Gadabout.

            Sir Gadabout, thinking the mirror had been given another silly remark, sat in silence. Lancelot turned irritatedly and shouted from right behind his fellow knight, “Oy, Gadders! Have you had breakfast?”

            Gadabout jumped in his seat; not very high, considering all the armour. “No, I have not had breakfast,” he said loudly and articulately.

            Sir Lancelot seemed to be content with this, as he took his usual seat at the round table.

            “You’d better clean yourself up a bit, Gadders,” Lancelot said, looking Gadabout up and down. “First impressions are a very strong thing.”

            “What do you mean? Who’s coming to stay?”

            Seeing Sir Gadabout’s surprise look, Lancelot answered mockingly, “Aww, didn’t anyone tell you? My nephew’s coming to stay.”

            “I didn’t know you had a nephew.”

            “Well I do. And a darn good one at that. His name is Edward; he’s as strong as a bull, as smart as a fox, and takes after me in his looks. Since he wants to be a knight just like his favourite uncle, he will be my squire-in-training for a while. If he finds the job suitable, he shall stay, but if for some reason not, his father and my brother, Swordalot, will collect him next full moon.”

            The two knights sat in silence.

            “Why am I even bothering to tell you?” Lancelot exclaimed, rising from his seat. “I could be asking the cook where breakfast is by now.” And he strode out of the room to find his breakfast.

            Sir Gadabout watched Lancelot leave, then mumbled to himself, “For his own sake, I hope that boy brings his own mirror.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Princess Elenora aggressively pulled at the needle to make its way through the material, forming a very wonky rose petal. She had been told to stay up in her turret for the morning and finish the tapestry - and she wasn’t very happy about it.

There came a knock at the door and, grateful for an excuse for a break, set her work down on the bed.

            “Come in,” she said, and the bedroom door creaked open to reveal the young (and dashing) stable boy, Will. He had been working in the stables all morning, and still had bits of straw clinging to his clothes.

            “Good morning, Elenora,” Will addressed her.

            “No, it most certainly is not a good morning, Will. Do you see what my father has me doing?” She pointed to the disproportioned tapestry lying on the bed. Will let out a chuckle, and Elenora’s head jerked up.

            “It’s not funny, Will,” she insisted. “Honestly, does he really think this is necessary?”

            “I know you hate it, but somehow, I don’t think the King would approve of his daughter learning sword-fighting.” Will understood her, and she was pleased. He seemed to be the only person in this whole estate who she could talk to.

            Elenora shifted in her seat. She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, and didn’t think it was the pea under her mattress. Will didn’t look too at-home, either. After all, this was the first time they had seen each other again after Elenora’s burst of affection in Will’s princely adventure.

            Interrupting Elenora’s thoughts, the princess felt her bed sink down, and wondered what was happening, until she looked up and saw that Will was sitting on the other side of it.

            He looked up at her, and said quite nervously, “Elenora, there’s something I need to know.” But that’s all she found out, because suddenly there was a loud shout from outside, and the two teenagers ran to the balcony.

            As they peered over the edge, they realized that it wasn’t a shout for help, but one of surprise. A single horse was standing outside the castle doors, and the person who had dismounted it was entangled in Sir Lancelot’s muscular arms. From what they could make out, he was wearing something similar to Will’s clothing, but it looked brand new. Lancelot was being very friendly to the stranger indeed, until Elenora realized that she had been told of this stranger’s arrival a week ago.

            “Will, it’s Sir Lancelot’s nephew. I totally forgot about his arriving today.”

            “Really? Why was I not told?” Will turned around to face her.

            “Probably because you’re not expected to attend boring dinners with a round table of pigs.”

            “Oh…” Will turned back to the balcony, humbled.

            “I think he may be sharing your job in the stables,” Elenora said thoughtfully.

            “Sir Lancelot’s nephew – seen in the stables? Is that really likely?”

            “Depends on whether he takes after Lancelot.”

            For a moment, Will and Elenora stood still and silent, looking out at the beautiful pastures together. Then the princess spoke up. “We should better go down and become acquainted with him.”

            Will merely nodded in agreement, and followed his friend out of her turret, to meet the visitor.

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