Tales of
Myth and Legend
Part 2 –
The Tale of Sir Arthur
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Giantess witch, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, Shrunken
Women, giantess, kidnap, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase,
hard vore, human to animal transformation
"Have you heard of the tale
of King Arthur?" She asked.
They all nodded and suddenly
looked bored.
"Well, how about hearing the
true story?" Several of them shrugged.
"It's all mythical
anyway," Peter noted. Ember shrugged; she gently laid her slender hands on
the armrests of her chair; Ignoring his jibe.
"Before King Arthur was
King, he was known as Arthur, she started. He was a wandering Knight; he was of
no particular interest to anybody. Perhaps except," she raised an index
finger, "for the Lady of Lake Windermere, so here goes…" she cleared
her throat as she began her story. “Many, many… many years ago, one dark stormy
day…
…Arthur found himself in
some particularly beastly weather. He had to dismount from his horse and tug it
by the reins to move it forwards. He pushed through the brambles and
branches.
The wind and rain
pounded down upon them. What little of his leather armour there was, was
completely sodden.
A flash of lightning
caused his horse to rear, strike him on the shoulder and gallop away in a
panicked frenzy.
Arthur was alone and
lost, like all of you perhaps.
He pushed on and on,
climbing over muddy hills, trudging through soggy ditches. Completely alone.
The horse has fled with his pack.
Then after some hours he
topped the chest of hillock and witnessed what he initially thought was an
angel. He beheld a bright glowing light atop a stone tower.
He stumbled through the
long grasses, down the hill, crossed a stream and brushed through a reed bed.
Until he looked up at a stone castle. It was not a particularly large castle.
It was a modest one. But it had a magnificent large hall with a timber pitched
roof and a huge stone tower to the side.
The glowing miracle
shone like a beacon.
He wondered if he was
beholding the famed Holy Grail itself. The very Grail that he was searching
for. It would bring him fame and fortune.
He staggered to the iron
portcullis. It was raised.
He continued through to
the large wooden oaken doors.
"Who goes
there!" a guard shouted through his trim visor, his voice cracking in the
night and through the wind and the rain. He was looking through a peephole in
the oak door.
"It is Arthur, I am
a Knight!" Arthur shouted back.
"A Knight he
says…" the guard mumbled, looking back at someone.
"A Knight
ehh?" Another voice spoke at his side. "Where's 'is 'orse then?"
"He's got no
horse," the other replied.
"Well, he's not much
of a Knight without an 'orse, ask 'im ask where's 'is 'orse…"
"Ere sir Knight,
where's your horse then?"
"My horse panicked
in the storm, I was thrown clear and my horse galloped away…" Arthur
replied, clearing his wet fringe of hair from his face. "Sirs please won't
you let me in… I'm soaking wet and this storm has paid a terrible toll on me. I
have an important mission,"
"Mission, eh?"
The guard said.
"What's the mission
methinks?" The other whispered loudly. "Ask 'im,"
"You ask him, you
lazy bones," the other argued back.
"It's ye job to ask
them questions. Ye ask them questions and I poke 'em with me pointy lance if
thee get them answers wrong. Ye're the delinquent one of us…"
There was a pause.
"Delinquent?"
The guard asked back confused.
"Yeah… ye know, ye
speak all proper and such…"
"You mean eloquent,
you fool?" There was a sound of leather hitting metal.
Then a sharp yelp. Then
another pause.
"Sorry sir
Knight," the guard looked back through the peephole. "My fellow
guardsman would like to enquire as to the purpose of your mission,"
"Why," he
cleared his throat, "I am searching for the Holy Grail. I believe I beheld
it hovering above this very tower,"
"Oh, did you
now?" The guard replied, his eyes growing wide with wonder. "I mean
that's probably something we would notice. Pat, have you seen any Holy
Grails?" He asked the other guard.
"Not lately,
no," the other replied with a chuckle.
"Please sirs, may I
enter?"
"I'm not
sure…"
"Let him pass,"
a smooth female voice commanded.
"Of course, Lady
Windermere, of course," the guard cleared his throat and spoke in his
finest voice.
There was a loud clunk,
followed by several others as the fast iron and oak braces and bolts were
released. The huge oak doors instantly creaked open out towards Arthur.
He stepped backwards and
peered in through the grim light.
The guards held lanterns
at their side, and then he beheld a sight that nearly made him fall to his
knees.
There was a lady with a
white flowing dress, it seemed not to allow mud to soil it. Her blonde silken
hair billowed and cascaded over her shoulders. Her lips were luscious and her
glorious blue eyes were icy but wondrous.
"You are welcome as
my guest sir Knight, known as Arthur…"
"Oh, dear lady,
thank you… thank you. I am eternally grateful for your hospitality. I am
appalled at my appearance."
"We shall have you
bathed in the finest rosemary infused bath," she turned to her side.
"Ladies, please see to this brave knight’s every need." She turned
back to him, fixating him with those beautiful, intelligent and powerful eyes.
"Sir knight. I would be delighted if you shall join me for dinner, shall
we say in two hours?"
Arthur stepped forward
and gently took the ladies hand, he bent forward and pressed his lips ever so
softly on the top of her hand and kissed it.
"I would be
honoured my Lady. What may I call you if I may be so bold? I heard your name to
be Lady Windermere?"
"I am Lady
Guinevere of Windermere," she replied evenly and without any haughtiness
whatsoever.
Arthur bowed very
deeply, his leather jerkin creaking from the strain of such a performance.
"I am truly
honoured to make your acquaintance," he replied, completely besotted with
her already.
"As am I sir Knight.
I will see you in hours deuce," she turned and seemed to float away.
Gentle hands of her
maidens guided a stunned Arthur to his guest chamber where he could
bathe.
Impossibly the iron bath
was already drawn and steaming.
Clothes were laid out
for him. His very size, precisely so, clean and pressed. Shoes with gleaming
buckles. He was astonished.
He tried to query about
Lady Guinevere to the maidens but they appeared to be mutes or shy, he didn't
know. They just blushed and guided him to the next task.
They scrubbed his body
in the bath and cleaned him up, they trimmed his hair, beard and cleaned his
nails and teeth. They didn't shy from the task.
Finally, he was ready to
sup with the Lady of the castle.
*
"Hold on, I thought Arthur
met Guinevere, once he had his sword, and so on?" Rich interrupted.
"Well, it depends who you
listen to," Ember replied. She paused, waiting for any other questions to
be exhausted and then resumed her story.
*
Arthur was taken to the
dining room. It was a vast chamber with an impossible number of lit candles.
The finest silver was set out and piles of food. He marvelled at the sight in
front of him.
There was side of beef,
joint of lamp, several roast chickens, partridge, pheasant, peacock, and root
vegetables aplenty. He knew he would sleep well tonight, content and with a
full belly.
The most marvellous
sight was the Lady, she sat at the end of the table. Her arms resting elegantly
on the arm rests of her high- backed chair.
She looked pure and
beautiful.
"You look radiant
my Lady," Arthur bowed deeply at the threshold of the room.
"Why thank you sir
Knight," the lady tipped her head politely. She gestured for him to join
the seat next to her. Breaking tradition for him as the guest to sit at the
other end of the table.
He liked the informality
of it.
He took his seat and
waited for her to select her food.
"Can I pour you
some wine?" He offered. She nodded her thanks.
"It is so very dull
living here surrounded by hills and nothingness. Tell me sir Knight, about some
of your wandering tales."
Arthur accepted her
invitation, breaking off a chicken thigh; and causing him to gain greasy hands.
He regaled her with a number of his brave tales of saving maidens, helping
townsfolk, and helping to find lost children. He may have embellished one or
two or all of the tales a bit, but a story sometimes needs a bit of
embellishment to get the point across, don't you think?
Ember looked across at the faces
of her young guests. They were listening with rapt interest.
"I think the stew is about
ready." She stood up and used a large ladle to pour out each of their
bowls. She gave them a slice of bread and a spoon and returned to her seat with
her own.
"How do you like it?"
She asked. Rich and Neil nodded with smiles.
"It tastes amazing!"
they said. Michelle looked sick, she rolled something around in her mouth and
plucked something out of her mouth with disgust, it looked like a small limb of
a bird, or frog, or bat.
She dared not think about it any
further in case her imagination took hold further.
"I can't eat this," she
whispered to Kat.
"Just scoff it down, we are
her guests," Kat whispered back, and then smiled sweetly to Ember.
"Lovely food, thank you for
your kind hospitality… I suppose you're a bit like Lady Windermere,"
Ember smiled ever so
sweetly.
"That's very kind of you to
say my dear," she said, blushing slightly. "Good hospitality has run
through the ages of our kind and it will hopefully never be forgotten.
Michelle choked and coughed on
something. Kat gave her a sharp glance and she swallowed, it felt like another
limb. She nearly hurled but managed to keep it down.
"Can you tell more of the
story?" Neil asked Ember. Her eyes lit up with pleasure.
"Ah of course, I was worried
you were just humouring me whilst you waited for food," they were all
slurping on the stew as she continued.
Arthur told many a tale
to Lady Windermere. Right into the night they spoke and shared his tales.
She charmed him thoroughly.
She rested her chin on her hands, leaned forwards with extreme interest.
She laughed at the
appropriate punchlines and she covered her left breast with her hand and
recoiled with shock and fear when it was called for.
Arthur found himself
lost in her beautiful eyes. He lost track of time, and indeed his
sobriety.
He found that when he
stood up to go to the garderobes, that he was quite drunk. He had to stagger
all the way there.
"Garderobe?"
Peter asked.
"Its an old
fashioned toilet that was linked to a castle," Ember replied. Peter nodded
and she continued her tale.
When Arthur returned the
table was completely cleared and the number of lit candles had significantly
diminished.
Lady Windermere still
sat at her chair, looking as beautiful as ever. He wondered if she was as
drunk.
"I'm afraid I must
bid you good night… or good morning," he chuckled noting the hour. "I
seem to have imbibed too much for my constitution to handle and I worry that I
will do injustice to your hospitality."
Lady Windermere nodded
very kindly.
"Of course sir
Knight. Would you join me for a night cap?" She invited, gesturing to his
empty chair.
He nodded his thanks and
staggered over to the chair. Before he sat down she held up her hand, inviting
him to pause.
He stood still, swaying
slightly from the wine, although he thought that he was perfectly still.
"I think such a
brave and dutiful Knight should have a uniform to befit his nature," she
whispered some words, foreign sounding and with a flourish of her fingers there
was a flash of light, brighter than tens of candles and he looked down his
chest.
He staggered back in
surprise.
He beheld a beautiful
tunic, fitted perfectly to his body, it replaced his other outfit. There was a
beautifully embroidered emblem of a red dragon on the front below his
chest.
"I…" he
stammered. Lost for words.
"Magic?" He
exclaimed finally.
"I have… a special
set of skills, magic is a science of sorts…" she gave a thin and modest smile.
"I'm glad it worked, I haven't used my skills for years," she
lied.