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"Lancelot!" Sir Gawain stood in the older knight's doorway, leaning casually against the door frame. "Come on, Lance, Arthur needs us at the stables!"

Hearing only a muffled response from a half-asleep Lancelot, Gawain shook his head and continued down the hallway, waking up each Knight in turn. After Sir Lancelot's room came Sir Bors', though the hefty Knight was only there when Vanora kicked him out of her tavern for excessive drinking. The next room was Sir Dagonet's and, lastly, Sir Tristan's. Sir Galahad had the room between Gawain's and Lancelot's, so he was already awake.

As Gawain opened the last door in the Knight's hall, it was no surprise to him that the room was empty. Tristan was always the first one up in the morning. Smiling at his own forgetfulness, Gawain turned to look down the hallway as all the Knights made their way out of their respective rooms.

Galahad trudged towards Gawain carrying his trusty sword, a glare plastered across his youthful face.

"This had better be important, Gawain!" He mumbled, angry at being awoken so early.

Gawain merely smiled and said nothing as the youngest of the Knights walked past him. Dagonet was the next to emerge and he followed Galahad down the stairs, giving Gawain a salute with his large ax in passing. Lancelot dashed into the hallway and rushed past Gawain, belting on his two short swords as he went. The last Knight came stumbling out of his room, holding a hand to his head and groaning.

"Come on, Bors!" Gawain urged, "No time to waste, Arthur needs us!"

Bors growled some unintelligible profanity in Gawain's direction and followed all the other Knights down the stairs, nearly falling headlong down them in the process. Letting out a huge sigh, Gawain went down the stairs, taking them three at a time in his haste. He reached the stables after everyone else, and found that Arthur had already begun explaining the plans for the day to Lancelot, Galahad, Dagonet and Bors. Tristan was nowhere to be seen, as was customary for the Scout.

"After we escort him here," Arthur was saying, "we will meet with him in the Great Hall and you should all receive your papers by this evening."

"Finally!" Bors growled.

"I've waited too long for this day." Lancelot commented, not quite looking at anything in particular.

"What are we standing around talking for?" Gawain queried as he joined the little group, "Let's get our horses and go!"

Arthur smiled, "I couldn't have put it better myself, Gawain!"