| Agrivaine's Thoughts "Look, boy." Grummerson snapped angrily. "Don't cop attitudes with me. I won't stand for that." he barred his teeth like an angry wolf. The Prince replied cooly,"I meant nothing, Sir. I was simply stating that I have spent the last few days in a state of delirium, with incredible hallucinations haunting me as so many ghosts in the mist would." Grummerson smoothed his mustache. "I'd suppose so; only a mad man would steal a horse from an armed knight." "Sir, Rallaidh is my steed." "It 'twas mine by right of conquest." Grummerson looked annoyed. "Even a Scotch rogue like yourself should know the laws of conquering." "Brave words, man-who-smells-of-pict." Agrivaine growled. "Just like your damn father. That'll kill you, lad." At the mention of his father, he began to feel sick again. What occured next, Agrivaine could not be sure of. He remembered little else then the fact that he awoke suddenly in the midst of the field of Orkney. Agrivaine sat up and felt the back of his head, which was crusted with blood and mud. His head throbbed and blood pounded in his ears. Ralliadh nibbled at some of the grass not too far away, and whinnied softly when he whistled to him. The Prince somehow managed to get to the stableyard. The sun was peeking up over the hills, and the stable lads were already at work. One cried out when they spotted him, walking a sort of wavering stagger, and leading a gelding. He waltzed up toward one of the workers, and handed him the reins. Agriviane managed to get himself into his chamber, and leaned on a chair. The pressure on his brain increased as he rested, and when the manservant came to wake him, the poor servant found his master crawling around the room in a state of madness. A surgeon was sent up immediatly and pronouned the Prince to have pressure on the brain, possible bleeding. He sliced a hole in the man's scalp, and slit open the top layer of the brain, releasing th pressure. Agrivane's was back to normal, or about as normal, as he could possibly be. He decided to leave his country, to return to Camelot and take his place among the Knights of the Round Table. He was never quite the same after his complex thoughs had finally consumed him. Often times he would wake the castle with screaming in his sleep or when he was in some kind of rage. Sir Agrivaine's mental status eventually led him to betray his uncle and stir up the trouble that would eventually lead to the downfall of King Arthur. He never married, for he came to court and found his Easnadh dead, buried next to Sir Grummore Grummerson, who had been beheaded on accident at the last tourney. The Prince existed in this state of anguish for the last years of his life. |