Once and Future, Chapter One
Summary: Is disguising yourself as a young man a sure-fire way to get a job in the big city? Tegan, a young person from Cornwall, is about to find out. Only the big city is Camelot and she's becoming less concerned about the gender thing by the day. Oh, and this cute handmaiden called Nyssa keeps flirting with her? Anyway, all in a days work for Camelot's newest apprentice.
(Arthurian!AU with some fantasy elements mixed with distinctly Terry Pratchett-esque themes)
Tagging: @squirius @serenbex and @lonely-space-ace
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It was about the socks, Tegan decided.
The way boys could stalk forward, the way they walked with a weird swing to their torso and limbs. Tegan had wondered for years why they felt the need to. It was definitely the socks jammed down the front of the trousers.
Tegan laced up her old boots, and gave herself one last look in the mirror.
The short haircut hadn’t been much of a change, to be honest. She had never liked having long hair, after all. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of air on her neck. She had been a bit more concerned about flattening her chest but, somewhat to her annoyance, that hadn’t been much of an issue either.
Well, regardless, she glared at her reflection in the wonky glass, looking to all the world like a young man.
She had left a note to her parents, of course. Nothing that gave much detail; only that she was leaving to find a job and would send them almost all the money she earned.
The farm had not been doing well for years. The trade had really declined since the Romans had left Southern Britannia, even if the extent of their empire had never really much impacted on Cornwall. There hadn’t been large scale battles or lots of new cities. Just far more trade than previously; after all, the Romans liked their tin, and Cornwall was known for it.
Tegan picked up her bag, hoisted it over her shoulders, and set out through the door. Both her parents were out working in the fields, and wouldn’t return until lunch.
She sighed, and continued up the path.
The walk to the coast took her a good hour and a half. As her legs carried along the well-worn stone path, she could see fae creatures hiding just out of sight in the trees and fields. They didn’t bother her; Tegan knew better than to offend the fae. There was deep magic there that she did not want to cross. Every Cornish child was taught to be wary but courteous to the fae people, and with good reason.
As the time passed, the fields began to slope slowly downwards, and Tegan could make out little glimpses of the sparkling sea. She had been to the village before to help her parents sell what little extra crop they could grow. But she had never been on her own; she just hoped that no-one would recognise her.
Tegan’s boots stumbled beneath her as she arrived over the crest of the last hill.
The Celtic Sea glistened below her, with houses clutching the shoreline, boats bobbing on the waters of the port. Sunshine beat down from the immense sky. The strong winds ruffled through her short locks, and Tegan took a deep breath, savouring the taste of the Cornish air. She wouldn’t taste it again for a long time, she suspected.
‘Well,’ she said, softly, to herself. ‘Off we go, then.’
She set off down the hill and joined the road, dodging out of the way of carts weighed down with Tin from the mines heading to the harbour. The village was a lively place, full of trade and commerce. Some ships came from as far away as Hispania and Sicily, bringing goods and money in exchange for tin and other raw materials mined in Britannia.
‘Careful, lad!’ one old man declared, as Tegan dashed out of the way of another cart.
Tegan smiled and waved in greeting. If even people from the local area didn’t recognise her, then maybe she could fool the folks at her destination too.
The villages streets were even busier, full of loud voices and the bargaining of farmers and merchants from all over. Tegan could smell tin and fish on the wind, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as the weight of where she was going finally settled in her mind.
Good grief, she would likely not be back in Cornwall -her homeland- for a very long time. The thought left her strangely tense, and she almost wanted to turn back. But it was too late; she had made her decision. Regardless, her parents farm needed the money, and she wasn’t going to make much staying at home.
There was a crash from nearby, and Tegan startled. Her mouth falling open, she noticed a short burst of flame rising into the air from a small courtyard away from the road.
Walking towards it, Tegan could hear the sounds of scrabbling feet upon the ground. As she entered the courtyard, she could see several cast-iron pens erected in the centre. An immensely tall woman, wearing a leather apron, was stood nearby the nearest one.
‘Sorry, young lad,’ she said, speaking with a cheerful and slightly posh accent. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you; Chubby does like his coal.’
‘Chubby?’
‘Here,’ the lady said, gesturing to the pen.
Tegan approached, cautiously. Inside the pen was a small reptilian creature covered in scales, with a long tail and large wings. It wasn’t much bigger than a dog.
‘Is… is that a dragon?’ Tegan gasped.
‘Well, swamp dragon,’ replied the lady. ‘Drakonis Vulgaris, to give the technical term.’
Tegan stared. The creature called Chubby stared up at her, mouth widening in a sort of smile to reveal sooty fangs. Once you got past the initial shock, the effect was actually rather cute.
‘Rescued him in a blacksmiths workshop on the continent,’ said the lady, frowning slightly at the memory. ‘Poor bugger wasn’t being treated well. I thought to myself; Sybil, you can’t leave this little chap here.’
‘You… you rescue dragons?’
‘Only the swamp dragons.’
‘There are more than these?’
‘Oh, yes,’ replied the lady known as Sybil, grinning. Tegan had a vague sense that she had been waiting to be asked this question. ‘You see, it’s theorised that dragons all originate from Drakonis Lunaris-that’s moon dragons to you and me- but Drakonis Nobilis are the most widely recognised. Sadly, they get hunted quite a lot nowadays and so stay away from populated areas. Swamp dragons are bit more friendly to people, though, although I suspect that humans stay away from them.’
Tegan stared down at the seemingly harmless creature in the pen.
‘What, are they dangerous?’ she asked, baffled.
‘To themselves more than anyone else, I’m afraid,’ said Sybil, sighing. She pointed down at Chubby’s stomach, which was gurgling away. ‘Swamp dragons aren’t really designed like their Nobile and Moon forebears. You see that stomach? They eat virtually anything, because they need to convert it into flames. But, well, one small bit of indigestion and… bye bye dragon.’
Tegan goggled. Now that she thought about it, she had heard tales of dragons blowing themselves up by mistake. She supposed that, if most people only heard about these types of dragons, it was little wonder that a lot of the awe for the species had disappeared. You certainly wouldn’t expect them to be taking maidens prisoner, that was for sure.
A species made exclusively out of runts of the litter, with stomachs like badly-run chemical factories. Poor buggers.
Tegan scratched Chubby behind the ears. The dragon gave a little burp.
‘He likes you,’ Sybil said, cheerfully.
Tegan felt rather pleased about this.
‘You seem rather good with dragons,’ said Sybil. ‘You wouldn’t like to help me with loading the pens up, would you? We’re heading for Hibernia.’
‘Sorry,’ Tegan said. ‘I’ve got another ship to catch.
‘Oh, nevermind then,’-Sybil shook Tegan’s hand-‘You sure I can’t tempt you? We’re always looking for young lads at the Sunshine Sanctuary.’
‘Unless you pay well, afraid not.’
‘Ah, money,’ Sybil said, nodding in understanding. ‘I see your point, Master… I’m sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name?’
‘Tegan,’ said Tegan, giving Chubby one last scratch behind the ears. ‘Thanks for the offer.’
With a final wave, Tegan headed out of the courtyard. Her ship wouldn’t be leaving for another hour, so Tegan decided to head to the village pub. She didn’t drink, but she could rest for a minute and take her mind off of things.
However, as she entered the pub through the side entrance (just in case anyone did recognise her), she could begin to hear the sounds of argument. Several men, by the sounds of it, and none too happy. Tegan froze in front of an open doorway, and peered round.
A young woman, of similar age to Tegan, was being accosted by several angry men.
‘You can’t break someone’s beer mug without paying for it!’
The woman stammered, seemingly terrified.
Without thinking, Tegan darted forward into the room.
‘Run!’
Tegan grabbed the young woman’s hand, and pulled her away, dashing through a doorway opposite and up a set of stairs.
Thinking quickly, Tegan elbowed through another door, and across to a window. Through it, she could see a large haystack below.
With one hand, Tegan pushed open the window.
She then turned to the woman, and her stomach seemed to turn over.
A pair of large, blue-grey eyes stared out of a pale, delicate face. A few tufts of curly light-brown hair were slipping loose from the hair-covering the woman was wearing. The hand clasped around Tegan’s own was achingly soft against her skin. A perfume of some kind hung around her, delicate and strong at the same time. There was an aura of deep, inquisitive intelligence mixed with deep compassion in the blue-grey orbs, through which Tegan could now see herself reflected. Tegan’s entire world seemed to alter on its axis as her eyes took in the young woman.
Beautiful.
‘Er…’ Tegan said, her brain frantically trying to form coherent sentences. ‘Jump?’
The woman nodded, squeezing Tegan’s hand.
‘Oy!’ came an angry voice from behind them.
The men were standing in the doorway. Tegan pulled a few coins from her pocket, and threw them across the room.
‘Have a drink on me,’ she cheeked.
Tegan and the woman jumped, without looking back.
The two landed in the haystack. Spitting bits of the stuff out of her mouth, Tegan helped the woman to her feet, and the two of them hurried away, hearing the sounds of yelling from the first floor of the building they had just escaped. The cobblestones clattered under the soles of Tegan’s feet. And here she was hoping not to attract attention…
‘Thank you,’ said the woman, as they hurried along. ‘I wandered off from my travelling companions, and got lost.’
‘Easy to do, if you don’t know the place,’ Tegan replied. ‘Are you waiting for a ship?’
‘Yes, I was hoping to reach-’
The two of them stopped, as the back alley they had hurried along had come to an end, running out into a busy street.
‘Oh, there is my physician,’ the woman said, pointing to a blonde man dressed in light-coloured clothing. She then turned to Tegan, squeezing her hand.
Tegan’s stomach flipped over.
‘Thank you for rescuing me,’ the woman smiled, cheeks dimpling.
‘N-no problem,’ Tegan stammered.
‘Er, what is your name-’
‘Sorry; have to go!’
Feeling her face burn, Tegan reluctantly dropped the woman’s hand and hurried away, running full-pelt down the road towards the harbour. Her heart was hammering in her chest. The young woman’s face -pretty and kind- was still firmly planted in her minds eye. Tegan’s stomach flipped over as she ran, the feel of soft skin still remembered on her hand.
What on earth was that?
*
Sure enough, the boat Tegan had been hoping for was anchored at the dock. She sprinted aboard, tossing a few coins to the person waiting on deck.
‘Heading to Albion?’ the boy, barely a few years younger than herself.
‘Yep; when are we setting sail?’
‘Probably another half hour,’ the boy replied, scratching his ear with a dirty fingernail. ‘Waiting for some nobles of some sort-’
‘Yes; they’re on their way,’ came a voice from behind Tegan.
A knight had climbed aboard. He was tall, with short, well-groomed hair that matched the beard he wore. He wasn’t wearing standard armour, but instead durable, tough clothing. A scabbard, sword included, hung at his waist. A huge shield was strapped across his back.
‘Sir… Dynadan, was it, sire?’
‘Indeed, lad,’ replied the knight. Tegan now noticed that he spoke with the same Cornish accent as she did; sunny and true. ‘The nobles are currently in the village, but they request that we wait a few more minutes for them.’
At this point, he turned to Tegan.
‘Lad, I take it you are travelling to the citadel as well?’
‘Yes.’
‘A pleasure to meet you, er…’
‘Tegan.’
‘Good name. Er… Master Tegan?’
‘Yes,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘What of it?’
‘Nothing,’ said the knight, cheerfully. ‘I just like to know what you’d preferred to be called. Politeness and all that.’
‘You two best head below deck,’ said the young boy.
‘Right,’ Tegan said. ‘I’ll just…’
‘I’ll join you, lad,’ said Sir Dynadan, clapping Tegan cheerfully on the shoulder. They crossed the deck, and climbed down the ladder into the area below it. The two of them then headed to a corner.
‘The nobles will probably stay in the posh rooms at the back of the ship,’ Dynadan said.
‘Shouldn’t you stay with them?’
‘I’m not their security,’ he replied, shrugging. ‘Besides, I like to keep my ear to the ground.’
Now, Tegan could hear the sounds of posh people speaking to the crew above, before the footsteps headed towards the back of the ship.
In time, the ship pulled out from the harbour, and into the waters of the Celtic sea, heading roughly north. To what, Tegan wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew it would be very different from the land she had grown up in.
*
‘So, Master Tegan,’ Dynadan said, leaning back against the wall. It was several hours later. ‘I take it you are also heading to the citadel?’
Tegan nodded. She was conscious that she probably shouldn’t reveal too much of her background, just in case she accidentally said something incriminating.
‘I’m hoping to find work,’ she said. ‘My parents farm need the money.’
Dynadan nodded, sympathetically.
‘There is work for young people like yourself,’ he said. ‘A knights squire, perhaps?’
‘Does it pay decently?’
‘Certainly more than you would get in Cornwall,’ said the knight. ‘There is far more wealth with the court.’
‘I’ll see what I can get,’ Tegan said. ‘Can’t imagine many knights would want some kid from Cornwall as their squire.’
‘Some may not, but they are neither here nor there. A knight is an admirable profession,’ Dynadan said. ‘Although I am biased.’
Tegan chuckled.
‘I’m not much of a fighter.’
‘Neither was I at your age; being a knight is about being scared but acting regardless.’
‘You fight for the love of courtly ladies?’
Dynadan let out a bark of laughter.
‘No; I leave that to my fellow knights,’ he said, grinning. ‘Fighting for sport is not for me, as is the whole prospect of courtly love.’
‘Are you sure you’re a knight?’
Dynadan laughed again, and Tegan found herself blushing; she had spoken without thinking. Damn it! Why could she not keep her opinions to herself?
‘A smart knight, Master Tegan,’ he laughed. ‘A smart knight who uses his wits and intellect, not simply just his muscles.’
The face of the woman she had rescued earlier that day blossomed in Tegan’s mind, and she found her face flushing once again.
‘I… do not have a lady.’
‘That makes two of us,’ Dynadan said. ‘Although, unlike yours, my position is by choice, judging from your face?’
Tegan let out a groan, feeling her face already flushing scarlet.
‘No matter, Master Tegan,’ he continued, kindly. ‘There are many admirable women your age.’
‘Do… do you prefer men?’
Dynadan chuckled.
‘I prefer no-one,’ he said. ‘Romantic love has never been my interest; my friends and my comrades are who I protect. There are many forms of love, after all.’
Tegan nodded, as the knight cheerfully grinned.
After a hearty meal of meat sandwiches, Tegan and Dynadan eased back in their stools. Night was already drawing in.
‘I think you best get some rest, Master Tegan,’ Dynadan said, cheerfully. ‘We will arrive at our destination tomorrow, and I imagine you will need all your wits when we arrive.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘I have experience with this. Take my word for it, as a Cornishman.’
Tegan eased her boots off, and climbed into the hammock nearby. It would take a little while to get used to, but she wasn’t used to an especially comfortable sleep at home anyway (good beds were hard to come by in Cornwall these days).
After a while of ruminating on the events of the day, Tegan drifted off to sleep, feeling the ship sway to and fro in the waves.
*
Tegan was woken up by the calls of the crew on the deck above. Grimacing, she awkwardly climbed out of her hammock. Dynadan was already washing at a basin nearby.
Tegan made her way to a small cupboard at the side, and got changed into a fresh set of clothes. They weren’t anything impressive, but she felt better wearing clothes that she hadn’t slept in. She wanted to make a good first impression when she arrived, after all. She hadn’t slept especially well, possibly due to a combination of the nerves and the novelty of sleeping on a ship for the first time. Whatever it was, she was glad to feel refreshed and renewed.
After re-emerging, she joined Dynadan in a few more sandwiches to break their fast. She made sure to belch a few times. Boys seemed to enjoy belching a lot, although Dynadan did not. Perhaps it wasn’t something knights were allowed to do.
Once they had finished eating, the two of them headed onto the deck.
Sure enough, they had arrived at the ships final destination. A bustling port, with warehouses lining the harbour. Tegan could already hear the calls of many people, crying for lines to be brought in, baskets to be carried, and boxes to be moved. She could even make out the snorts and grunts of animals of all descriptions.
‘Shouldn’t be more than a few hours walk to the citadel,’ Dynadan said, pointing inland. ‘It’s been a few months since I was last there, but I know the way well.’
Tegan nodded, feeling a sudden spike in nerves.
‘You’ll be fine,’ the knight said, somehow noticing this. ‘Just stick by me, keep your nose clean and don’t say anything rude.’
‘You give my control of what my mouth says far too much credit, sir,’ Tegan mumbled.
Dynadan laughed, patting her companionably on the shoulder.
‘I’m sure you’ll be excellent,’ he chuckled. ‘C’mon; time we were heading off. Need to get off the ship before those nobles wake up.’
After stepping off the ship, the two of them set off through the harbour, heading through the sea of people and eventually up the steep slopes of the hill. Even compared to Cornwall, this was a pretty tough climb, and Tegan was glad of the durable boots she was wearing.
After an hour of walking, a large forest loomed ahead of them. It was the sort of place that made someone hesitant to stray from the path, and Tegan was glad that they did not. She could hear sounds of animals in the trees, and even the tell-tale signs of the fae people. Keeping her eyes firmly on the path ahead, Tegan followed Dynadan in stony silence, although the knight himself did not seem to mind Tegan’s lack of conversation. Perhaps, as a Cornishman, he could also sense the magic around them. It wasn’t necessarily evil in nature, but it was certainly not completely benevolent either.
The forest was a massive place, and it took them another hour for the trees to begin thinning around them, small gaps of sun illuminating little clearings. The path turned a corner, and the two of them emerged from the forest. The sunlight hit Tegan’s eyes, temporarily blinding her. As she shielded her eyes with a hand, Tegan was aware that they had arrived in a valley, filled with dotted farmlands and villages.
And above them all stood-
Tegan’s mouth fell open.
An immense castle and city stood high above, on a huge hill that dominated the surrounding valleys. High walls stood, behind which were the tops towers and buildings, too numerous to count. The walls were so high that those guarding them seemed like ants at the top of a mountain. Birds seemed barely able to fly up that high. Multiple flags blew from atop each building, catching in the strong winds. Tegan could hear the noise of hundreds of people working, talking, laughing and living within, even from this distance.
The heart of the kingdom of Albion; Camelot.
‘Oh, my…’
‘Impressed, lad?’
Tegan turned. Dynadan was standing next to her, his eyes glinting as he stared up at the castle.
‘Er… yes.’
‘Still gets me every time,’ he said. ‘How could it not? You’d have to be pretty cynical not to marvel at it.’
‘I… I didn’t imagine it to be so grand.’
‘Bit of a change from that tiny place King Mark calls his palace back home, eh.’
Tegan nodded. She had never been to Tintagel but, from what she had heard, King Mark’s stronghold there didn’t have quite the same majesty as the enormous structure above her.
‘Come on,’ Dynadan said, clapping Tegan on the arm. ‘Time waits for no-one, after all.’
As they slowly made their way up the hill towards the citadel, Tegan was struck by how many people were also heading the same way. Presumably, the way Dynadan had suggested was something of a short cut, as the path leaning up the castle headed back along the other end of the valley, cutting round the forest in a loop.
‘Dynadan, my friend!’
A cheerful knight stood at the side of the main gate. He was wearing a full suit of armour, and had a weather-beaten kind face.
‘Percival!’ exclaimed Dynadan, shaking the man by the hand. ‘Good to see you; how goes it in the city?’
‘Oh, about as can be expected,’ Sir Percival replied, shrugging and making his armour jangle. ‘I believe the new physician is due to arrive today.’
‘We may have travelled on the same ship as him; this young lad Tegan is wishing for employment.’
Percival smiled kindly at Tegan, who was standing awkwardly to the side.
‘A pleasure to have you, Master Tegan,’ the knight replied, grinning.
As Tegan followed Dynadan into the citadel, she was unable to stop her mouth from hanging open in amazement. The place was absolutely packed with people of every description; Cornish merchants, travellers from across Albion, tribesman from the land west that the Romans had called Hibernia, merchants and traders from Gaul, even a few men in blue warrior-paint from the lands to the far north. Accents and languages of all descriptions were on every mouth, buffeting Tegan’s ears with their exotic and exciting tones. People were yelling across the streets out of windows above, houses packed in close to the streets, so that they blocked out some of the dazzling sunlight beating down from above. The cobbles beneath Tegan’s feet were surprisingly clean and well-maintained, as if the fae folk themselves were keeping them scrubbed. Garlands and streamers hung across the road from the houses on each side, many of the ground floor stories being used for shops selling everything from baked goods to fine pottery. There were the smells and noises from a market just out of side, and Tegan could only imagine the types of animals kept here for the court of such a wealthy and prosperous land.
Eventually, Dynadan led her up toward another gate, and Tegan’s mouth open again at the castle that rose behind it, covered with turrets and flags. It seemed almost supernaturally impressive, so much so that Tegan began to suspect the work of the fae folk once again. But she didn’t say anything, mainly because of the awe rising within her once again.
Dynadan nodded cheerfully to the knight at the gate, who smiled in return and let them both pass.
The central courtyard was enormous. Bunting stretched from the windows of one side to those on the other, and everywhere were large banners, illustrating the various knights of the round table. Men and women of the court were clapping, as musicians entertained them.
‘Dynadan!’ called several of the knights, and the Cornish knight grinned, waving a hand.
‘Hello, my friends!’ he exclaimed. ‘It is most welcoming to be back in Camelot; I’m glad to see that you have not accidentally dissected each other whilst jousting in the intervening time!’
Laughter erupted from the knights and onlookers.
‘Oh, before I forget,’ Dynadan declared. ‘Does anyone wish to have a young lad to be apprenticed to their household?’
The other knights shook their heads.
‘Very well,’ Dynadan replied, turning to Tegan. ‘Master Tegan, I would be honoured to apprentice you within my household.’
‘B-but,’ Tegan stammered. ‘A-are you sure-’
‘I’ve seen you’ve got something to prove, and you have a quick mind,’ Dynadan grinned. ‘A perfect fit for my household. We are few, but you will be well-cared-for and paid well.’
Tegan bowed quickly, stammering her thanks.
‘I am very happy to have you in my household,’ Dynadan said, formally shaking Tegan’s hand. ‘Don’t worry; I’ll teach you everything you need to know.’
‘Except for finding a lady of affection!’ a knight in the crowd called.
‘No matter,’ Dynadan said, without a pause as he turned to address them all. ‘Master Tegan will just have to avoid what you do, Lancelot, and he will be fine.’
There was an outbreak of laughter from the assembled knights, including Lancelot himself. There was clearly a lot of affection between them all.
A door opened at the side of the courtyard, and two people emerged. A man and a woman, both wearing rich clothing and crowns. The people of the court went very silent. Tegan found herself stood next to Dynadan in a spot in the second row of people.
King Arthur and Queen Guinevere arranged themselves on the two thrones, raised from the floor on a small dais in front of an old tree that was losing its leaves. Their clothing was not especially practical, Tegan observed. It seemed more designed to be looked at than to wear. She supposed it come with the job. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to wear anything like that as part of her new role.
‘My lords, ladies and gentlemen,’ Arthur said. He was an older man, with specks of grey in his beard. He spoke with an accent that was at home in the land of Albion. ‘Thank you all for coming. Let the court session commence.’
Guinevere turned to her husband, and whispered in his ear. Nodding, the bearded man continued.
‘And we have a newcomer. I present to the court Nyssa of Traken, the newest handmaiden of Queen Guinevere.’
A woman stepped forward out of the crowd, curtsying to the two people sat on the thrones. She was pretty, with a few tufts of curly hair slipping out of the hair-covering she was wearing.
Tegan’s heart stuttered.
It was the woman she had met earlier in the village. Everything from the bright, kind eyes to the curl of brown hair slipping out from the head covering was exactly the same.
‘A pleasure to meet you,’ Queen Guinevere said, smiling. ‘Tell me, how is the kingdom of Traken at present?’
‘Much the same as ever, your highness,’ said Nyssa of Traken. ‘Peaceful and full of intellect.’
‘A good ally to have,’ Arthur nodded, approvingly. ‘We are touched that your father finds Albion such a worthy place for his only child.’
‘And I have honoured to be welcomed here.’
The young woman’s eyes swept through the assembled onlookers, and settled for a second on Tegan. Their eyes met, and Tegan felt a swooping sensation in her stomach.
Oh, no.
*
Well, Tegan thought, as she followed Dynadan through the corridors of the castle, that was terrifying.
Nyssa of Traken had definitely recognised her. Well, hopefully, Tegan wouldn’t be interacting with her much anyway; she doubted a random apprentice with Sir Dynadan’s household would be called upon to help the Queen’s handmaiden.
Weirdly enough, the thought didn’t cheer Tegan up.
‘I think we best have you checked over by the court physician,’ Dynadan said, looking over his shoulder at Tegan.
‘W-what?’
‘Oh, nothing extreme,’ Dynadan said, quickly. ‘Take your temperature, a few physical tests for your strength, etc.’
‘O-okay,’ Tegan said.
Dynadan pushed open a door. There was immediately a chorus of people calling his name.
Tegan followed him in.
The room was fairly large, with long columns at regular intervals. There were huge bookcases stacked against one wall, with various desks dotted around, each covered in medical paraphernalia. It was the platonic ideal of a physicians laboratory, which was presumably why the place was so messy and so very busy. By the huge windows, Tegan could see various star charts and telescopes. Was… was that a sketch of Moon Dragons?
A crowd of people were stood around Dynadan, all taking turns to shake his hands.
‘Tegan, this is Quinque, our newest physician,’ Dynadan said, turning and gesturing to a man dressed in cream-coloured robes made of a pinstripe material. A light hat adorned his head, under which was a tidy mop of blonde hair. He had the air of a quietly bemused father.
Tegan bowed quickly.
‘Oh, don’t stand on ceremony,’ the physician said, cheerfully. ‘A pleasure to meet you, Master Tegan.’
He pulled a thermometer from his pocket and handed it to Tegan.
‘Put this in your mouth, please,’ he continued, before dashing over to a table and grabbing a book and a pencil. ‘Now; Tegan, your age?’
‘Er…’ Tegan said, the thermometer bobbing awkwardly around in her mouth. ‘I’m eighteen, sir.’
The physician nodded, scribbling this down.
‘Any prior illnesses, medical maladies or history of disease?’
‘No.’
‘Jolly good,’ Quinque said, noting this all down as well. ‘In this case, I’ll pass you over to my colleague Tredecim for your physical checks.’
He turned, calling over the room.
‘Tredecim?’
There was a sound of recognition, and a blonde person poked their head out of a cupboard. They were wearing a long, pale cloak with a hood, and seemed to be wearing a pair of trousers held up with braces.
‘Heya!’ they said, darting forward and shaking a startled Tegan by the hand. ‘Nice to meet you; you need a medical? Me ‘n Yaz will sort it out-’
‘Easy,’ said a young woman, who darted across the room and promptly eased the blonde away from Tegan. ‘Stop scaring ‘em.’
The younger woman turned to Tegan, shaking her hand in a far more calm manner.
‘My name is Yasmin; Yaz, to my friends.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ Tegan replied, as Tredecim was handed the notes that Quinque had already collected.
Yasmin led Tegan by the hand into a small alcove at the side of the room, and Tredecim closed the dividing curtain behind them.
‘If you could just take your top off,’ Yasmin asked, already pulling out measuring tapes. ‘We can check your vitals and make sure you’re healthy. Can’t be too careful with a citadel with this many people. Since the Romans left, diseases have started to spread a lot quicker.’
‘T-take my top off?’ Tegan stammered, pulse shooting up. ‘I… er…’
‘Oh, just the top layer,’ Yaz elaborated, smiling. ‘No need to be embarrassed.’
‘R-right…’
Tegan took off her shirt, revealing her shift underneath. If either Yasmin or Tredecim noticed anything, they didn’t comment on it. Yasmin placed an ear trumpet to her own ear before placing the other end to Tegan’s chest, listening to her heartbeat.
‘All seems fine,’ she said, as Tredecim noted this down in Tegan’s notes. The young woman removed the ear trumpet and picked up a wooden instrument instead. ‘Tegan, please open your mouth.’
As Tegan did so, Yasmin put the short wooden digit into her waiting mouth, and pressed down on her tongue.
‘Say ahhh…’
Tegan obliged, feeling a little embarrassed.
‘Looks healthy,’ Yasmin said. Tredecim was bent over the ledger, continuing to write down notes with a quill. ‘No inflammation, teeth are all accounted for, gums are fine…’
She removed the digit, and Tegan closed her mouth.
‘I’d say that gives you a medical pass, Tegan,’ Yasmin grinned. ‘Just let us know if anything else crops up.’
‘Okay,’ Tegan said, still a little overwhelmed. ‘Thank you.’
‘Our pleasure!’ said Tredecim, grinning widely and throwing an arm around Yasmin’s shoulders. ‘Happy to help!’
Yasmin chuckled, and pulled the curtain back. Tegan then crossed the room to where Quinque was standing, and Tredecim duly handed the blonde man the ledger.
‘Sorry this is a little ad-hoc,’ he said, speaking to Tegan again. ‘But I do need to check on the tree.’
‘Er… tree?’
The blond man turned to Dynadan, shooting him a quizzical look.
‘Have you not explained our current predicament yet?’
Dynadan sighed, as he gestured to Tegan to follow him and Dynadan out of the room. Tegan gave a quick smile to Yasmin and Tredecim, who replied in kind.
As they headed through the labyrinthian halls, Dynadan turned to Tegan.
‘I was rather hoping we could discuss this later on today,’ he said. ‘But I suppose that this is as good a time as any. And you will probably hear it from someone regardless in the next few days.’
‘Er… what is it?’
‘I’ll be frank with you, Tegan; Camelot’s magic is dying.’
Tegan stumbled, her boot slipping on the stone floor beneath her feet.
‘D-dying?’
‘Yes,’ Dynadan said, and here Quinque let out a heavy sigh. ‘It’s… well, it’s probably best to show you…’
They had emerged into the main courtyard once again, but the crowds had gone. It was silent, except for a couple of other apprentices playing with one of the castle dogs.
Tegan followed the two men towards the raised dais, darting around it to stand in front of the old tree. Tegan hadn’t spared much thought to it earlier, but… did it look even older now? She could have sworn that it had more leaves even barely one hour earlier.
‘The tree of Camelot,’ Dynadan said, sadly gesturing to the withering branches.
Quinque sighed, hands on hips as he stared at the leaves littering the ground.
‘The tree is dying,’ he said, quietly. ‘It cannot keep going with only Lady Fay’s magic supplying it. It needs the other half of the two sorcerers as well.’
‘Merlin,’ Dynadan elaborated, for Tegan’s benefit.
Quinque nodded.
‘They’ve been missing for months,’ the physician said, now pulling various instruments from his pockets. He set to work, measuring the girth of the tree and the strength of the branches. ‘I estimate… maybe a few weeks more, at most. The leaves are slowly turning brown and dropping off; the more of them die, the worse the decay gets. Already, Camelot’s magic has depleted by half since Merlin first went missing.’
‘You suspect Mordred?’
Tegan looked between the two men.
‘Who is Mordred?’
‘My son.’
Tegan swung around. An older woman was standing nearby. She was tall, with commanding, strong eyes and a shock of bright red hair. The resemblance to the king was uncanny; this must surely be-
‘Lady Fay,’ Tegan said, bowing quickly.
‘A pleasure to meet you, Master Tegan,’ she said, smiling kindly. ‘And, yes, I am sad to say that this whole sorry state of affairs has likely been caused by my own son.’
A herald arrived, calling for Dynadan, who duly followed them away.
‘Mordred… well, he used to be a knight of Camelot, but his mind has been warped by jealousy and pride,’ Lady Fay elaborated. ‘He considers himself the true heir of Camelot, and wishes nothing but to kill Arthur and seize the kingdom from him.’
‘I am Arthur’s twin sister, you see,’ she elaborated, seeing Tegan’s confusion. ‘Arthur was the oldest by a few minutes, but Mordred has it in his head that I was the oldest and therefore the crown should fall for me and my heirs… therefore, Mordred believes the crown to be rightfully his. Unfortunately, during his youth, before his traitorhood became known, he studied under Merlin; he knows magic, but he went searching for more in dark places…’
Tegan didn’t say anything, but listened as the older woman continued.
‘I wish I knew where Merlin was,’ Morgan said, her eyes anxious. ‘I miss them so. Even with my magic, I have no way of ascertaining where they are. For all I know, Mordred could have captured them, tortured them, or… or…’
The grand lady looked away, her eyes twinkling with tears.
Quinque placed a supportive hand on her arm.
‘Merlin can handle anything,’ he said, earnestly. ‘I’m sure they’ll find a way to make it back to Camelot.’
‘I hope so.’
‘Master Tegan!’
Tegan turned. Dynadan had stepped back into the courtyard and was now walking across to where Tegan was stood with the Lady Fay and Quinque.
‘Congratulations, Master Tegan,’ he said, grinning as he came to a stop in front of her. ‘You are promoted; having been recommended as an apprentice squire to me.’
‘A… a squire?’ Tegan repeated, dumbstruck. ‘But… who would…’
‘The handmaiden to the Queen gave her own personal recommendation as to your abilities,’ Dynadan continued, a rather knowing look in his eye. ‘Stating that you rescued her from a band of dangerous men, and led her to safety.’
‘H-handmaiden?’
Dynadan stepped to the side, revealing a young woman stood behind him, and Tegan’s heart seemed to fail.
It was Nyssa.
‘Master Tegan; meet Nyssa of Traken.’
Nyssa smiled, curtsying prettily.
After a pause, in which Tegan goggled at the woman, she quickly did a bow, her face already turning red. Oh, by the gods, this was not good. The last thing she needed was a crush on a handmaiden of the queen-
‘A pleasure to meet you again,’ Nyssa said, her face dimpling. ‘Er… Master Tegan, was it?’
Oh, no, Tegan thought. Her stomach seemed to drop several inches.
Oh, no.
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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the first chapter! This series has been a long time coming, so I’m really glad to finally start publishing it!
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