“GAIUS!!!!”
But Gaius didn’t answer. Leon caught his breath, his back flat against the door behind him, too wary to move. Well, if Gaius wasn’t in his room, he had to find him elsewhere. They ought to have asked him first, before they did anything with the table. Gwaine, hopefully, would realize the same thing.
Still, the door behind him felt solid enough. He carefully turned around and put his ear to the door. He could still hear that music. “One…love? What?”
“Leon!”
Leon turned to see Lancelot down at the far end of the hall, running towards him. “There’s something wrong with the castle!” he shouted, turning back to the door as Lancelot approached. “I think it might have something to do with whatever is beyond this door!” He put his ear to the door again. “Maybe there’s some kind of spell on the castle. See if you can—“
He glanced back at Lancelot, but he was still far on the other side of the hall. For a moment Leon thought he must have stopped and started again, until he looked closer and saw that Lancelot remained static with every step. Now he was stuck in the never-ending hall.
“It’s no good!” Leon shouted. “It’s magic!”
Lancelot just kept on running. Leon sighed, and considered the door again. It was more imposing than he thought before, like the door to the great hall. He ought to open it—but that was what the castle wanted, wasn’t it? It was leading him on like a donkey with a carrot.
Lancelot was still running down the hall, when Leon’s attention was distracted by a click on the other
side of the door.
BAM! Leon slammed into the door as Lancelot slammed into him, knocking them both to the ground.
“What the--?”
“Sorry!” Lancelot said, just as bewildered. “I thought I was stuck—-at the other end of the hall! And then—-there you were!”
“It’s the castle,” Leon said, brushing himself off. “It’s got a spell on it, or something.”
“A spell? No!” Lancelot drew his sword. “What sort of spell could do this?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t think its very, er—nice.”
The door suddenly burst open, revealing a spiral staircase downward. There was a second of silence, then a shrill scream issued from depths.
“Guinevere!” Leon and Lancelot said at the same time.
“But that’s impossible…” Leon said.
“I know! I’ve heard it before!”
“But what is it, if not her?”
Another scream.
“Come on!” Leon jumped up, pulled Lancelot to his feet, and leapt down the stairs two at a time, which is particularly dangerous in a spiral staircase—especially when the staircase suddenly ends in nothingness. His foot landed on empty space.
“Whoa!”
Lancelot grabbed him just in him before he was about to fall, his legs dangling out in darkness. As he hung there, Lancelot just barely holding onto him, the stairs began to narrow, and morph into a ramp.
“LANCELOT…!”
“Hold on,” Lancelot said, trying to sound reassuring though his voice was tinged with worry, “I’ve got you, no…problem….”
Lancelot stopped. Leon scrabbled at the now smooth stone surface. “Lancelot? What’s happening?”
“Erm.” The grip on his arm tightened as Lancelot looked over his shoulder. “Don’t let go!”
“What? Lancelot, I’m hanging over endless darkness, I’m not going to HOLY SHIT!”
Leon happened to look over his shoulder and see that, below him in the darkness, Guinevere standing there. She looked perfectly alright, except that she was breathing fire.
“PULL ME UP PULL ME UP PULL ME UP!“
“Hold still, I’ll pull you up—“ Lancelot grabbed hold of his hair.
“Ow, OW! NOT LIKE THAT!”
“Sorry!” Lancelot let go, and Leon slipped down a few more inches. There was a wooshing sound and the chamber lit up like a Christmas tree as Guinevere let off a fireball at them. Leon just managed to pull his feet out of the way. “That’s not Guinevere!” Lancelot said.
“No, you think?”
“Well, what will we do?”
“Hold onto me! BY THE SHIRT, THE SHIRT!”
Lancelot grunted with effort as he took hold of Leon’s shirt by the shoulders, leaving Leon’s arms free to draw his sword.
An ominous ripping sound issued from his armpits.
“Hurry up, Leon!” Lancelot said, and Leon flung the sword hilt-over-point toward the monster. The vision of Guinevere crystallized as the sword point hit it, then shattered into a million pieces.
At which point Lancelot’s foothold slipped, and they both fell screaming into---
—the skylight in Gaius’s apothecary, which shattered under them and deposited them unceremoniously onto Gaius’s bookshelf.
“Lancelot…you can let go now…”
Leon groaned as he disentangled himself from Lancelot’s grip, and looked up to see Gwaine, Gaius and Merlin huddled against a wall of the apothecary, hiding behind Gaius’s overturned bed and table.
“Care to join us?” Gwaine said, and pointed behind Leon and Lancelot to a set of encyclopedias floating in the air behind them, snapping and snarling like wolves.
As Leon quickly jumped over the barricade and Lancelot followed suit, Gaius said almost to himself, “And you know, for all their forward behavior, I still can’t find volume twelve…!”
But Gaius didn’t answer. Leon caught his breath, his back flat against the door behind him, too wary to move. Well, if Gaius wasn’t in his room, he had to find him elsewhere. They ought to have asked him first, before they did anything with the table. Gwaine, hopefully, would realize the same thing.
Still, the door behind him felt solid enough. He carefully turned around and put his ear to the door. He could still hear that music. “One…love? What?”
“Leon!”
Leon turned to see Lancelot down at the far end of the hall, running towards him. “There’s something wrong with the castle!” he shouted, turning back to the door as Lancelot approached. “I think it might have something to do with whatever is beyond this door!” He put his ear to the door again. “Maybe there’s some kind of spell on the castle. See if you can—“
He glanced back at Lancelot, but he was still far on the other side of the hall. For a moment Leon thought he must have stopped and started again, until he looked closer and saw that Lancelot remained static with every step. Now he was stuck in the never-ending hall.
“It’s no good!” Leon shouted. “It’s magic!”
Lancelot just kept on running. Leon sighed, and considered the door again. It was more imposing than he thought before, like the door to the great hall. He ought to open it—but that was what the castle wanted, wasn’t it? It was leading him on like a donkey with a carrot.
Lancelot was still running down the hall, when Leon’s attention was distracted by a click on the other
side of the door.
BAM! Leon slammed into the door as Lancelot slammed into him, knocking them both to the ground.
“What the--?”
“Sorry!” Lancelot said, just as bewildered. “I thought I was stuck—-at the other end of the hall! And then—-there you were!”
“It’s the castle,” Leon said, brushing himself off. “It’s got a spell on it, or something.”
“A spell? No!” Lancelot drew his sword. “What sort of spell could do this?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t think its very, er—nice.”
The door suddenly burst open, revealing a spiral staircase downward. There was a second of silence, then a shrill scream issued from depths.
“Guinevere!” Leon and Lancelot said at the same time.
“But that’s impossible…” Leon said.
“I know! I’ve heard it before!”
“But what is it, if not her?”
Another scream.
“Come on!” Leon jumped up, pulled Lancelot to his feet, and leapt down the stairs two at a time, which is particularly dangerous in a spiral staircase—especially when the staircase suddenly ends in nothingness. His foot landed on empty space.
“Whoa!”
Lancelot grabbed him just in him before he was about to fall, his legs dangling out in darkness. As he hung there, Lancelot just barely holding onto him, the stairs began to narrow, and morph into a ramp.
“LANCELOT…!”
“Hold on,” Lancelot said, trying to sound reassuring though his voice was tinged with worry, “I’ve got you, no…problem….”
Lancelot stopped. Leon scrabbled at the now smooth stone surface. “Lancelot? What’s happening?”
“Erm.” The grip on his arm tightened as Lancelot looked over his shoulder. “Don’t let go!”
“What? Lancelot, I’m hanging over endless darkness, I’m not going to HOLY SHIT!”
Leon happened to look over his shoulder and see that, below him in the darkness, Guinevere standing there. She looked perfectly alright, except that she was breathing fire.
“PULL ME UP PULL ME UP PULL ME UP!“
“Hold still, I’ll pull you up—“ Lancelot grabbed hold of his hair.
“Ow, OW! NOT LIKE THAT!”
“Sorry!” Lancelot let go, and Leon slipped down a few more inches. There was a wooshing sound and the chamber lit up like a Christmas tree as Guinevere let off a fireball at them. Leon just managed to pull his feet out of the way. “That’s not Guinevere!” Lancelot said.
“No, you think?”
“Well, what will we do?”
“Hold onto me! BY THE SHIRT, THE SHIRT!”
Lancelot grunted with effort as he took hold of Leon’s shirt by the shoulders, leaving Leon’s arms free to draw his sword.
An ominous ripping sound issued from his armpits.
“Hurry up, Leon!” Lancelot said, and Leon flung the sword hilt-over-point toward the monster. The vision of Guinevere crystallized as the sword point hit it, then shattered into a million pieces.
At which point Lancelot’s foothold slipped, and they both fell screaming into---
—the skylight in Gaius’s apothecary, which shattered under them and deposited them unceremoniously onto Gaius’s bookshelf.
“Lancelot…you can let go now…”
Leon groaned as he disentangled himself from Lancelot’s grip, and looked up to see Gwaine, Gaius and Merlin huddled against a wall of the apothecary, hiding behind Gaius’s overturned bed and table.
“Care to join us?” Gwaine said, and pointed behind Leon and Lancelot to a set of encyclopedias floating in the air behind them, snapping and snarling like wolves.
As Leon quickly jumped over the barricade and Lancelot followed suit, Gaius said almost to himself, “And you know, for all their forward behavior, I still can’t find volume twelve…!”