This was actually...fun!
Not only because these children's parents were so soul-crushingly dull, but, well, Gwaine liked children. They had their priorities straight--food, warmth, companionship, and good old-fashioned fun--without being bogged down yet by cares of state, politics, work, loyalty. Why did they spend so much time pretending to be grown-ups? he wanted to asked them: why did they waste their precious years longing for real goblin-hunts?
At any rate, it got him out of that dull
poetry recital.
"All right, Lord Eustace," Gwaine asked--for so the small ringleader's name turned out to be-- "Where is this fierce goblin?"
"Oh, there's loads of them, swordsman!" Eustace replied clearly, as if the boy expected him to be a bit slow in the head.
"Right," Gwaine corrected himself, deciding to go with it, lest they sack him and send him back to that dreadful banquet. "Where are they then? My sword longs for the taste of goblin-blood!" He was of course playing it up for the amusement of the children. Or perhaps it was rather the case that he always toned it down when with adults. Either way.
"Through there!" the young boy pointed at one of the guest rooms, and stopped. Actually, all of the children stopped.
Gwaine frowned. "You're not going in, then? In our moment of victory?"
The children shook their heads.
Hmm, Gwaine thought as he continued on alone.
That certainly didn't bode well! If it had been a game, surely they would have wanted to come along.
But goblins in Camelot? Honestly!
He was sure everyone was at the Banquet--he knew, he'd counted before he left--so no one should be in this room. So even if he apprehended anyone it would be a lost servant or something, and he could claim it as a Knight's Arrest rather than awkwardly stammer that the children had hired him to hunt goblins.
But there was definitely someone--or some
thing, if he entertained the thought--in that room.
Gwaine winked at the children, but drew his sword just in case, before he went in.
"Show yourself, in the name of the King!" Gwaine bellowed into the room, shutting the door behind him as much to protect the children from the sight of him bringing the smackdown as to prevent whatever was in here from getting out.
There was first silence, and then some shuffling behind the wardrobe. Gwaine approached it slowly. But he wasn't afraid--no, certainly not! Even if it was a goblin--which was laughable--it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Gwaine rounded the wardrobe.
Only to face a goblin.
He frowned at it. It glared at him. It was small, child-sized, and mean-looking. It had pointed ears, a long nose, and crippled joints. Definitely a goblin. The green skin was a good tip-off.
Gwaine struggled for words. What did you
say to a goblin? Did these creatures even speak? Were they sentient? Could you threaten them with imprisonment? Death? Was it illegal to be a goblin in Camelot (
loads of things were illegal in Camelot that Gwaine didn't exactly hold with), or was it just illegal to be...rifling through...a guests things...wearing their jewelry...
"Hey!" Gwaine managed finally.
"Ooh, I'm dealing with a real
mind, here," the goblin snarked. "Now turn around and forget you saw me like a good little tin-can and I'll forget I saw you, see?"
Gwaine was taken aback. No more surprised, but now additionally insulted.
"Look, put those stolen items down and I
might not cut you down where you stand, you miserable little creature!" Here, that sounded like the right way to talk to a goblin.
"Ha!" it laughed. It launched itself, then, directly at Gwaine's face, but he drew his sword-arm up to parry and stepped back out of its reach.
Which gave it just enough space to flip-bounce-hop away through the room, scattering gold and jewelry everywhere, and before Gwaine could rally, it was perched on the windowsill. Perhaps showing off, it took one of the earrings it was wearing, licked it, blew a kiss to Gwaine, and jumped out of the window.
"Damn!" Gwaine said, running out.
--and almost stumbling over the children who waited in the hall.
"Did you get him, Sir Gwaine?" they asked.
"Ay, that I did," Gwaine lied easily. "All of 'em, so don't you fret, and go back to your puddings, 'eh?"
As they scampered off happily, glad to have rid the world of the goblin menace (you'd have thought
they had gone in alone with naked blades to hear them tell it!) Gwaine straightened and bit his lip.
I have to tell Leon about this, he thought, and took off at a sprint.