"Guais! What am I supposed to do?"
Arthur asked.
"I'm sorry sire. I do not know currently however I will find a cure soon-"
"Well what do you want me to do with them?"
"Sire.."
"How long will it be until you find a cure for them?"
"First I need to know what they drank and how... Arthur are you sure it's not an enchantment, mind you this kind of thing normally lasts a few weeks."
" So it's not permanent...Morgana?"
"Could be. However has managed to do a de-aging spell that strongly must have powerful magic."
"It's definitely magic?"
"I'm sure sire. And we must take into account that not all of your knights are children. Sir Lancelot and Sir Gwaine are young. Sir Gwaine youngest. But they are not little children. Whoever has done this spell would know that it would affect different people differently."
Guais continued.
"It could be Morgana sire, no Knights no protection and it could would bring the end of Camelot if someone were to attack."
"So it's definitely Morgana?"
"I don't believe so, the markings on each potion do not have the markings of a high priestess."
"We must look into it. Until then what am I supposed to do with the children? Can you look after them?"
"Me? No! I have herbs to collect."
Arthur had to collect all the maids, two to look after each child at a time. But when it came to Gwaine and Lancelot there was more protest.
"I don't need a maid! I'm not a baby." Lancelot argued.
"What are you going to do then? All by yourself?" A maid, Eve who had been a kitchen maid for a while in the Camelot kitchens, sarcastically told Lancelot.
"I don't need that! I'll just go a train and what not!"
"Alright. Fine you're not a young child you should have the right to do so, but not with a real sword-"
"Yes with a real sword! I know what I'm doing!"
"Right, Adult you maybe. But since that is not you king Arthur would hang me if anything happened to you even if it's a wound that can happen with a sword."
"That's not fair!"
"I'm sorry Lancelot, but I'll find you a wooden sword that you can play-"
"Train."
"Right! Train with. Stay here. I'll be right back." And with Eve leaving the room, Lancelot turned to Gwaine.
"They're treating us like we're children. We're not like Leon, Elyon or Percival."
Gwaine who had a similar disagreement with a maid assigned to him couldn't help but agree.
"We should get out of here."
"Where's your maid gone?"
"To find me a stupid wooden sword. Yours?"
"She wouldn't let me even train with a wooden sword. She's gone to find paint and paper. Apparently I'd make such a great artist."
"Come on."
Lancelot grabbed Gwaine's hand leading him out of the room. The young men ran down the halls into one of the guest chambers.
Gwaine put his head against the door hearing a faint gasp. "We don't have much time."
"Here. There's a ledge over there then we can climb down from the window. In order to get to it we'll take off our belts. Make a rope you know?"
