Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 20:30:48 GMT
The last thing Arthur remembered was being on The Kingsway, the assassin had been taken away to the dungeons.
Now, as he opened his eyes a crack, he could feel a soft hay bed beneath him, and a heap of blankets over him. It wasn't his own bed, but it was definitely a bed. He could not tell exactly where he was for the room was shrouded in darkness save for the sliver of moonlight let in by the high window, however he guessed he was in one of the less fancy rooms of the castle.
He forced himself to sit up, bringing a wave of pain to his legs- which he noticed, were bare now. Where was his armour? He couldnt see it anywhere.
Putting all thoughts of that aside for the moment, he carefully pulled back the blankets to inspect the damage to his legs. His arms ached at the slight movement, but he ignored it for he was hoping desperately no permanent damage had been caused.
"So your awake my boy!" A voice spoke in the darkness. Arthur jumped at the sudden sound and searched the darkness with his yet unaccustomed eyes.
"Gaius?" He croaked, prompting a laugh from the healer.
"Well who else would be in my chambers- save that idiot Merlin of course...but i expect he is fast asleep after sitting up with you all this time!"
Arthur was confused. Surely he had only been hurt today? Still that wasnt the information he really wanted right now.
"What's the damage Gaius?" He asked biting hs tongue and waiting for the blow. He had known men who had suffered less and never been able to fight again. Remembering the pain he had felt, Arthur feared he may never walk again.
"Well, you certainly wont be sparring any time soon!" The physician replied, "But i daresay in a week or so you will be back on your feet, getting into all sorts of trouble as usual! Now drink this and get some rest." With that he left.
Arthur picked up the tiny bottle and sniffed the tincture Gaius had left. It smelt foul, but he was a good physician and Arthur knew better than to disobey him. He pinched his nose and downed the liquid as fast as he could, swallowing several times to try and get the taste to leave his tongue. No such luck.
After about an hour of tossing and turning, Arthur finally decided he just couldnt sleep anymore, if what Gaius had suggested was true, he had already been out for the count for at least a day anyway. Instead he decided to test his legs out.
He stood tentatively first of all, making sure he could support the weight of his body- and when he found he could, he took his first slow and steady steps. Reaching the door, he realised that leaving the room in just his underclothes would be a big mistake, so he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a rough tunic and slacks. Not his usual attire, but it was something at least, and his royal clothes were probably so covered in blood that they had been thrown away.
He knew where he was going to go, but first he needed a chnage of clothes and he set off to his own chambers.
It didn't seem quite as easy to sneak into the main castle as Arthur had expected, his legs wouldn't go fast unless he wanted to hurt himself further, and his whole body ached. He had never had to sneak past guards before, normally no matter what time of day or night he could come and go as he pleased, but dressed in peasants clothing, he would be thought an imposter, and if anyone did recognise him they would have him sent straight back to bed at once.
Eventually thought, Arthur did manage to get to his rooms and change into some more suitable clothing. He opted to keep the peasant slacks on, as they were looser than his own and didn't cause so much pain on his wounds. Once he was satisfied that he looked like a prince again- he slowly made his way to the dungeon.
He still couldnt believe that the assassin had beaten him, for that was what had happened. He only managed to get off of the Kingsway alive because of Sir Merrick, and for that he felt ashamed. He was the Prince, the best Knight of all and he had failed. What hope did that give everyone else? He would make sure that he trained even harder when his wounds healed. He needed to be better.
Now, as he opened his eyes a crack, he could feel a soft hay bed beneath him, and a heap of blankets over him. It wasn't his own bed, but it was definitely a bed. He could not tell exactly where he was for the room was shrouded in darkness save for the sliver of moonlight let in by the high window, however he guessed he was in one of the less fancy rooms of the castle.
He forced himself to sit up, bringing a wave of pain to his legs- which he noticed, were bare now. Where was his armour? He couldnt see it anywhere.
Putting all thoughts of that aside for the moment, he carefully pulled back the blankets to inspect the damage to his legs. His arms ached at the slight movement, but he ignored it for he was hoping desperately no permanent damage had been caused.
"So your awake my boy!" A voice spoke in the darkness. Arthur jumped at the sudden sound and searched the darkness with his yet unaccustomed eyes.
"Gaius?" He croaked, prompting a laugh from the healer.
"Well who else would be in my chambers- save that idiot Merlin of course...but i expect he is fast asleep after sitting up with you all this time!"
Arthur was confused. Surely he had only been hurt today? Still that wasnt the information he really wanted right now.
"What's the damage Gaius?" He asked biting hs tongue and waiting for the blow. He had known men who had suffered less and never been able to fight again. Remembering the pain he had felt, Arthur feared he may never walk again.
"Well, you certainly wont be sparring any time soon!" The physician replied, "But i daresay in a week or so you will be back on your feet, getting into all sorts of trouble as usual! Now drink this and get some rest." With that he left.
Arthur picked up the tiny bottle and sniffed the tincture Gaius had left. It smelt foul, but he was a good physician and Arthur knew better than to disobey him. He pinched his nose and downed the liquid as fast as he could, swallowing several times to try and get the taste to leave his tongue. No such luck.
After about an hour of tossing and turning, Arthur finally decided he just couldnt sleep anymore, if what Gaius had suggested was true, he had already been out for the count for at least a day anyway. Instead he decided to test his legs out.
He stood tentatively first of all, making sure he could support the weight of his body- and when he found he could, he took his first slow and steady steps. Reaching the door, he realised that leaving the room in just his underclothes would be a big mistake, so he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a rough tunic and slacks. Not his usual attire, but it was something at least, and his royal clothes were probably so covered in blood that they had been thrown away.
He knew where he was going to go, but first he needed a chnage of clothes and he set off to his own chambers.
It didn't seem quite as easy to sneak into the main castle as Arthur had expected, his legs wouldn't go fast unless he wanted to hurt himself further, and his whole body ached. He had never had to sneak past guards before, normally no matter what time of day or night he could come and go as he pleased, but dressed in peasants clothing, he would be thought an imposter, and if anyone did recognise him they would have him sent straight back to bed at once.
Eventually thought, Arthur did manage to get to his rooms and change into some more suitable clothing. He opted to keep the peasant slacks on, as they were looser than his own and didn't cause so much pain on his wounds. Once he was satisfied that he looked like a prince again- he slowly made his way to the dungeon.
He still couldnt believe that the assassin had beaten him, for that was what had happened. He only managed to get off of the Kingsway alive because of Sir Merrick, and for that he felt ashamed. He was the Prince, the best Knight of all and he had failed. What hope did that give everyone else? He would make sure that he trained even harder when his wounds healed. He needed to be better.
