Sir Galeron looked out through the white, cloth veil at the silhouette of the woman by the window. "Excuse me, ma'am, but how long have I been laying here? Did the banquet start yet? I'm to sit with the Lady Morgan and I should not want to miss that."
Morgan whirled around at the sound of his voice. He was awake. The small chuckle of him worrying about missing the banquet died in the back of her throat. She took a step closer and stopped, not sure of the strength of her legs. "The banquet has been postponed until the champion knight is able to attend." Her voice was soft, she fiddled with her hands a moment and then clasped them behind her.
"Postponed?" He thought about how disappointed everyone must be. "There's no need, I can make it." He tried so rise up and grimaced at the pain in his shoulder. "Please, I must go. I don't want to disappoint Lady Morgan. . .or anyone," he added, although it was really Morgan that he cared about. "How long have I been laying here?"
She smiled a bit, her cheeks flushing and her eyes gleaming. He didn't know she was Lady Morgan. She gasped when he tried to move and suddenly her legs worked perfectly. How could she think him so smug at one time and so utterly irresistible the next? She pushed back the veil and eased him back. "Don't try to move. It took hours for the bleeding to stop." Her hands and eyes moved like a butterfly; light and fluttering about his skin, never landing in one spot for too long. "You've been like this for two days now." Her voice softened as she checked for bleeding or puss through the bandage. "Besides," she let out a small sigh seeing he'd not done more damage. "No one is disappointed in waiting a few days to see the famous Red Knight." Her voice softened. "Even I." Finally she let her eyes look to his face.
It was only when she touched him that he realize that it was Lady Morgan he was talking with; and, even worse, that he was naked with only a sheet from the waist down. He laid back, "Two days?" He didn't even want to think about it. "I'm sorry to have been such a burden, Lady Morgan. I should be well enough soon. I've had worse than this."
He then allowed his dark blue eyes to look upon into her face. This was the closes they have been, and her beauty was only increased by the proximity. He smiled, "Thank you for all you've done." He was not going to mention that if she hadn't run onto the tournament field, he wouldn't be lying here and they would have already had the banquet.
"You've not been a burden." She lowered her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the corner of the bed sheet. She folded it creased it, then unfolded and re-creased, it just wasn't straight. "Since it is I who probably put you here." Her cheeks flushed. She wanted to shout at him as she had done running across the field. Maybe he wouldn't have lost so much blood if he'd not insisted on going the last round. Knowing he was in pain she held back. She'd wait until her opponent was well rested for a heated argument. "How are you feeling?" She laid her hand to his forehead, then the back of her hand to his cheeks.
Lord Galeron smiled, "Your hand must be magic for I find that I'm feeling much better whenever it touches me." He looked at her and realized that he was only half jesting. The touch of her cool hand on him was indeed pleasant.
She blushed again and he saw a hint of rage. "I still have half a mind to shout at you, and for more than one reason." She pushed from the bed, touching her hand to her own cheeks in order to cool them. At least she was safe away from his bed knowing he couldn't move. She busied herself at the table holding the pitcher and basin, her back to him.
He just had to smile at her attitude. She was a strong-willed woman and didn't hesitate to make that will known. "For more than one reason?" he repeated with a bit of a grunt to his voice as he adjusted his position. "I can't even think of one." He had to smirk as he watched her at the table.
Again she whirled around and stormed to the bed. Angry now, she flung aside the veil. "If you're tongue is well enough to jest then you are well enough for the lashing mine has prepared for you."
She was very much aware of her Red Knight being just inches from her, and here she was ready to attack. He was awesome up close, but he was still just a man, splendid man, but still a man she told herself. He'd given her a heart attack and thought nothing of tell him so.
"I had a very good reason for running out onto the field." She stood her ground. "You...I don't know what possessed you to fight another round with a tree hanging from your arm. You brought up the glen in front of my father when anyone would as much have guessed that I shouldn't have been out there alone, and you as much as tattled on me. And another thing," she paused a moment to take a breath.
"While you're catching your breath, m'lady, let me respond. I had no idea you weren?t supposed to be at the lake, and you weren?t alone. And if you really want to know what possessed me to go another round with that 'tree' sticking out of my arm, I'll tell you." He winced as he tried to sit up straighter. "I couldn't bear the thought of Sir Grassion being next to you at dinner and what he might try. That was why I would not concede the match."
She released her breath that she was going to use to continue drilling him. "You...you'd already won," she said, her eyes now soft and staring at him in confusion. "I would have never let Grassion sit next to me after what he'd done, whether you rode the third round or not."
She wanted to touch him. She had when he'd been sleeping and she cooled his body with the water, but he was ?real? now. The Red Knight was in the same room with her. She had to admit she was a bit nervous. All of the thoughts and pictures she'd had of what she would do if ever faced with the red knight made her cheeks flush.
And again, for the second time in her life, she was speechless.