Mist

chpt3



Grey Mouser sat down on the sandy floor with his legs crossed in typical

minstrel fashion, he looked up at Guinivere and began.



"I see that you recognised the hunting call of the Swyth, now you know

that they are not just minstrel tales but creatures of evil, and they are

looking for you, what power compels them, I do not know, their Master seeks your

death and he uses what tools he has, he has discovered that if he can prevent

you marrying Arthur, then he will have easy access to the throne, and he wants

that power"



 "As you well know, Arthur is a weak man, not the stuff that great leaders are

made out of, if Arthur were more like Lancelot it is said then this land would

be well served, but Arthur is not like Lancelot, and whether we like it or not,

Arthur is heir to the King, but with a strong willed woman by his side, someone

with backbone, courage and will power, someone like you, My Lady, then the

prospects for this land are unlimited"



 "But without you, Arthur will be prey to those who talk fastest and loudest

chaos, or near chaos will reign as Arthur will vacillate between courses of

actions, it will be disaster for this land, we must prevent this, and for this

end you MUST marry Arthur"



 "So can you see why you are most important to these people and to those of us

who will do anything we can to prevent this sort of disaster from happening"



Guinivere looked at him, her mind was in a turmoil, if, IF all these

things were true, then she may not have any choice in the matter, she loved

Lancelot, but she loved her country even more, now she knew what "the reasons of

state" were that her Guardian alluded to, there was so much more at stake than

just her feelings for Lancelot.



 "But I have pledged my love to Lancelot, and a Lady may not go back on her

pledge of honor"



The Grey Mouser looked up, an expression of astonishment crossed his

face.



 "This is most unfortunate my Lady, tell me Lady, have you been blessed before

the altar"



Guinivere blushed, "Yes I have paid my blood duty to the One Lady, in fact my

Guardian was most insistent on his duty to the One Lady, he practically had to

force Lancelot, as senior Knight to the Kingdom to perform his sacred task, I

remember most well the look upon Lancelot's face as he approached me, we were

clad in the sacred robes of the One Lady, I was lightly bound on the altar, my

Ladies in waiting standing either side of me, the Priestess of the One Lady

incanting the holy words, the senior Lady of the court had instructed me in my

duty"



Guinivere's voice trailed off as she remembered with increasing clarity that

wholly momentous occasion, the candlelight flickering on the face of the

servants, Lancelot approaching hesitantly, the faces of her Guardian and the

Priestess looking on encouragingly, the anticipation she felt, then the feeling

of Lancelot slowly parting the robe that covered her body, until she was naked

before the gaze of all in the place, she had been told it would hurt, that it

would be painful and embarrasing, but she had not been told of the feelings that

were now coursing through her body, the slightest touch from Lancelot sent hot

stabs of warmth through her body, from the tip

of her head to her toes, it was like nothing she had ever experienced

before.



The hesitant touch of his fingers on her inside thighs as he parted her legs

made her head swim, she was hot, cold, flying, a little scared, the intensity of

the feeling that was spreading from her cunny to the pit of her stomach

frightened her, was she dying, if this was dying then she would die happy.

Lancelot hesitated so long over the next step that her Guardian was forced to

order him to continue, slowly he reached up and parted the lips of her cunny,

the court Apothecary studied Guinivere's open cunny long, and finally he

pronounced her whole, her Guardian sighed with relief and motioned

for Lancelot to continue, as if wanting to get it over with, Lancelot made the

sign of the One Lady blessed himself, and thrust his first and second fingers

into the depths of her cunny, she cried out, not with pain as her Ladies' in

waiting expected, but with sheer delight as the warm feeling in her cunny

exploded through her body, Lancelot withdrew his fingers, the blood on them

envincing her status as a Virgin on the altar of the One Lady.



The Priestess handed Lancelot a bowl of holy water, and he ritually washed his

fingers, then sprinkled the water on Guinivere, her cunny was starting to hurt a

little bit and she whimpered, her Ladies' in waiting surrounded her, wiping her

down with soft towels, gently removing the blood from her inside thighs, they

unbound her and helped her up, tying her robe firmly around her, her Guardian

kissed her face and smiled at her, holding her arm he turned her around to face

the others and said,



 "My Lady Guinivere, Virgin before the Altar of the One Lady, I have

fulfilled my duty, now let Guinivere fulfill her destiny, for the greater good

of this land"



Guinivere sighed as she came out of her reverie.



 "Thats when I fell in love with Lancelot, but if what you say is true, then it

cannot be, but I gave my pledge, what can I do?"