Queen of Camelot ~~~ON HIATUS~~~

Chapter Seventeen (V)

Artura however didn't let her eyes be drawn towards the sword that was also there for a distraction often times. Grummond finally makes a move, lunging at Artura as he swung his sword at her chest. She swiftly dodged and took the man down two quick motions. The crowd that had gather roared as Artura strauted over taking the flag.

"Take him away." She ordered to the guards near by. They nodded helping the young man back to his feet.

Artura walks away heading over to a near by tent to escape the ever blazing sun. She sighed wishing for someone she could complain to. She searched around for Merlin knowing he would listen to her he always listen and well made her fell a bit idiotic but he listened.

It appeared luck was on her side as she spotted Merlin making his way towards her. She smiled at the boy but quickly hide it before he could see knowing Merlin wouldn't let her live it down for being excited her was there.

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Artura stood patiently as Merlin worked quickly to pull the armor off of her. "Grummund's the third to fail this month. How am I meant to defend Camelot with rubbish like that?" Artura recounted sincerely frustrated.

She need fierce warriors who could handle.just about anything or a least for sometime before another soldier could come to help. None of the men she had fought showed said potential.

Merlin lifted the breastplate over Artura's head looking her in the eyes grinning. "Well, I think I might be able to help."

Artura scanned the boy spotting no physical proof of how a whip like him could do much to help him. "You, Merlin? You haven't the faintest idea what it takes to become a knight. Courage, fortitude, discipline." Merlin was best described as a rebellious lamb not a strong obedient warrior.

Merlin chuckled shaking his head violently. "No, no, no, of course I don't, but I do know someone who does." Merlin examined his armed probably trying to figure out if anything need a bit of repair to take to Gwen or her father for help.

Artura's thoughts paused when they remembers her mentioned someone else. Who could it be she hasn't meant said noble as far as she knew. "Yeah?" she asked now thoroughly interested.

Merlin nodded proclaiming, "He saved my life."

Artura first thought that saving Merlin was a hard job or at least it was the last time she had tried. That thought didn't stop her form saying the next few words to come out her mouth. " That's blowing it for starters."

There was a wave of offence that crossed Merlin's face but he was quick to push it away. "No, no, no. He's really good. Honestly." Merlin promised he had finished freeing her.

Artura sighed someone willing to save Merlin's useless life for their own was quiet honorable although few had the same views. Not to mention Merlin seemed extremely sure of himself. It appeared all to perfect almost to perfect. "That's great, Merlin. I'm sure he's terrific, but you forget the First Code of Camelot." Merlin wouldn't be friends with a noble. Merlin was to disrespectful for that sort of thing to happen.

Merlin's faced paled realizing he may have just missed the opportunity. "The what?" Merlin asked clearly having not been informed of the code.

Artura sighed rubbing her temples as she recited, "The First Code. Only those of noble blood can serve as knights. So, unless your friend is a nobleman..." She offered deep down hoping the man was.

"Oh, er, he, he is a nobleman." Merlin stated nervously. She got the sense that he was lying or perhaps he didn't know.

"Is he?" She asked again giving him a chance to be honest with her.