Chapter Twenty Eight

"If everyone would please take their seats," King Arthur's deep voice caught everyone, who had been standing around talking, off guard. He watched as they all silently scurried to their seats, then continued, "I would like to start this feast off with a toast."

We all watched as he raised his goblet made from what looked to have been either an animal horn or bones that had been embellished with metal. Those same strange symbols from his throne had been carved into it as well. By the look on the queen's face, it was not that hard to see she detested the thing, and reluctantly raised her gilded crystal, jewel studded, goblet in unison.

"May we eat 'till our bellies be full and drink 'till our feet can no longer hold us!" He shouted, then clashed his goblet with Lucius.

"Aye!" Mainly the men in the yard yelled in unison, the women sitting proper fearing the queen's wrath if they dared join in.