Leon washed his hands as soon as he left the council chambers. He had been wearing gloves the whole time, but he was fairly certain as he scoured his hands that his eyes were what really needed a deep clean. Or his brain. Something. He knew he wouldn't be happy until he just pretended that it never happened, so he took a few moments to repress everything about that little incident before he took a deep breath and jogged off to lead the men in the search of the Lower Town. He had the option, of course, of being leading one of the castle regiments instead, but he needed to get out of the castle, for more reason than just Gwaine (wait stop that thought right there you repressed it remember?) He...didn't want to run into Elaine. Not after what he said. He felt like such an idiot--why on earth did he even open his mouth? They both knew she did all the talking. Was this how you ruined a perfectly good relationship? He wouldn't know. He would have to ask Gwaine (no no no you aren't thinking about that remember?)
When he arrived at the stables he found that all the servants were busy helping other knights, so he started saddling up his own horse.
"Come on, Leon, stop lolly-gagging!" Elyan said from his horse. "Arthur wanted us in the Lower Town yesterday!"
Leon hurried up as best he could, until a servant, who was being hurried onward by a rushed Gwaine (who was still working on getting his cloak on WAIT WE AREN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT), dropped an entire armful of barding. Leon decided to end the cycle and stopped to help him pick it all up.
Gwaine stopped and remarked, tetchily, "Shouldn't you be exploiting the workers or something?"
"I don't see you helping," Leon said simply.
"True." He bent to help too, but found that the cloak and chainmail tuggedat his neck too much when he did so, and thought better of it. Instead he whacked the servant on the arm. "Did you hear that, though? He's hanging on to an outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society."
"Eh?" the servant asked, looking panicky at the use of such large words.
"What have you been reading?" Leon asked wearily.
"Floree's been telling me about it!" And with that Gwaine put an arm around the bewildered servant's shoulders and, barding completely forgotten, led him away leaving terms like "supreme executive power" and "self-perpetuating autocracy" in their wake. Leon shook his head and picked up the rest of the barding.
"I'll help!"
Leon looked up to find Gareth helping him gather up the last few pieces of barding. "Thank you," he said, and when Gareth beamed he added, "Are you helping out with the horses, now?"
"I thought I'd try learning how the armor goes," Gareth said.
"You can help me with mine, if you'd like," Leon said, and was surprised to see Gareth's naturally somber expression turn to positive excitment. He helped Gareth learn where all the straps went and which pieces went where, before he mentioned, in an off-hand sort of way, "I need a squire, if you'd like to try out the job."
Gareth looked about ready to faint. "Me, Sir Leon??"
Leon shrugged. "It's the first step on the road to knighthood, but it is a bit of a commitment. For most squires its a few years before they get knighted, but you'll get a chance to learn in the field, and gain experience before you're tested."
Gareth seemed at a loss for words besides one. "Yes!" he shouted, his voice cracking a little as he nodded vigorously.
"Fine, fine," Leon said, trying hard to keep from laughing. "You can start by coming with us into the Lower Town."
The search of the Lower Town was uneventful--and since it was Leon and the knights who were in charge, it was a lot more organized than some searches had been in the past. More than one of the knights came away with gifts of vegetables or eggs (which of course made Gwaine very annoyed, even if he did take what he was given). Gareth proved to be of even more help than Leon anticipated, and as they rode back to Camelot he was pretty certain that Gareth would soon be the youngest knight in Camelot.
As they passed by the tower where Elaine's chambers were situated Leon glanced up at her window--but he only saw the hint of a shadow move, and nothing more.
When he arrived at the stables he found that all the servants were busy helping other knights, so he started saddling up his own horse.
"Come on, Leon, stop lolly-gagging!" Elyan said from his horse. "Arthur wanted us in the Lower Town yesterday!"
Leon hurried up as best he could, until a servant, who was being hurried onward by a rushed Gwaine (who was still working on getting his cloak on WAIT WE AREN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT), dropped an entire armful of barding. Leon decided to end the cycle and stopped to help him pick it all up.
Gwaine stopped and remarked, tetchily, "Shouldn't you be exploiting the workers or something?"
"I don't see you helping," Leon said simply.
"True." He bent to help too, but found that the cloak and chainmail tuggedat his neck too much when he did so, and thought better of it. Instead he whacked the servant on the arm. "Did you hear that, though? He's hanging on to an outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society."
"Eh?" the servant asked, looking panicky at the use of such large words.
"What have you been reading?" Leon asked wearily.
"Floree's been telling me about it!" And with that Gwaine put an arm around the bewildered servant's shoulders and, barding completely forgotten, led him away leaving terms like "supreme executive power" and "self-perpetuating autocracy" in their wake. Leon shook his head and picked up the rest of the barding.
"I'll help!"
Leon looked up to find Gareth helping him gather up the last few pieces of barding. "Thank you," he said, and when Gareth beamed he added, "Are you helping out with the horses, now?"
"I thought I'd try learning how the armor goes," Gareth said.
"You can help me with mine, if you'd like," Leon said, and was surprised to see Gareth's naturally somber expression turn to positive excitment. He helped Gareth learn where all the straps went and which pieces went where, before he mentioned, in an off-hand sort of way, "I need a squire, if you'd like to try out the job."
Gareth looked about ready to faint. "Me, Sir Leon??"
Leon shrugged. "It's the first step on the road to knighthood, but it is a bit of a commitment. For most squires its a few years before they get knighted, but you'll get a chance to learn in the field, and gain experience before you're tested."
Gareth seemed at a loss for words besides one. "Yes!" he shouted, his voice cracking a little as he nodded vigorously.
"Fine, fine," Leon said, trying hard to keep from laughing. "You can start by coming with us into the Lower Town."
The search of the Lower Town was uneventful--and since it was Leon and the knights who were in charge, it was a lot more organized than some searches had been in the past. More than one of the knights came away with gifts of vegetables or eggs (which of course made Gwaine very annoyed, even if he did take what he was given). Gareth proved to be of even more help than Leon anticipated, and as they rode back to Camelot he was pretty certain that Gareth would soon be the youngest knight in Camelot.
As they passed by the tower where Elaine's chambers were situated Leon glanced up at her window--but he only saw the hint of a shadow move, and nothing more.