Short Story Of Camelot

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It was late evening in Camelot and bedtime loomed. Sir Leon stood in King Arthur’s warm, candlelit bedchamber, bearing a long parchment scroll.

“Sire, I have the daily report prepared for you.”

Young King Arthur sat at his writing desk close to the crackling hearth, dressed in his casual linen tunic, and he rolled his head in a circle as if trying to relax his neck muscles.

“Let’s hear it,” drawled the king, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up into the desktop, sounding bored already.

Leon did not blame Arthur. Sometimes, Leon bored himself with his long-winded speeches about the mundane, but it was Leon’s responsibility to provide updates about the kingdom of Camelot’s safety, security, and military matters. It was his job and he did his best to provide detailed, accurate, and often exhaustive information. …show more content…

However, thanks to unrest in the west, Arthur requested twice-daily reports. And at such a late hour, Leon was not expected to be dressed in official clothes, so he turned up at the king’s bedchamber in his dark breeches and loose tunic top, but made sure they were free of wrinkles.

“Right.” Leon cleared his throat and tucked a wayward long, light brown curl behind his ear. “We have dispatched twenty knights to Brecknock to subdue the rioters, and another fifteen to Cradoc to stop the looters. Should those measures be effective in quelling the unrest…”

Leon droned on and on, detailing the movements and activities of all the Knights of Camelot. At the end of his exposition, he glanced up noticed a pained expression on the king’s face, Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and winced.

Leon stopped reading. “Is there a problem, problem, sire?”

“My damn neck! I’ve had a crick in it since yesterday’s training and it’s

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