Mist: The Queens Counsel pt 3



 The soft morning light filtered through the heavy velvet drapes

 that lined the wall of Guiniveres' bed chamber, a stray

 sunbeam framed the long black hair of Catdancer as it lay on

 the piled pillows on the floor, the same sunbeam caught the

 glint of Guiniveres' hair and shone into her eyes, waking her

 up, she stretched luxuriously, she opened her eyes and looked

 straight into the slightly curious gaze of Catdancer.



 Memories of the night before came flooding back and she

 blushed, Catdancer laughed, a low throaty chuckle, Guinivere

 lowered her eyes as she remembered the passion with which she

 had pursued the B'eundil, and of Mouser, she turned to look at

 him, and found that Cat was also regarding his sleeping form

 with a tender smile.



 "He's very impressive, isn't he" Guinivere nodded her head,

 "very impressive indeed, though I doubt that The Lady would

 approve of his use of his powers like that, she cautioned us to

 use them only in need, and I doubt that she would see the same

 need that we did".



 There was a short laugh from Mousers' direction, "there is need

 my love and then there is NEED, I was in no doubt as to which

 one it was last night" both Catdancer and Guinivere laughed,

 "and tell me my ladies" and Mouser untangled himself from the

 sheets on the floor, stood up and bowed gracefully, the fact

 that he was naked detracted none from his innate grace, "and

 tell me my ladies, did Mouser dissapoint either of you last

 night?"



 "On the contrary My Prince," Guinivere replied, "both of us are

 in awe of your abilities, and indeed, I am quite stunned, you

 have impressed me before with your delightful talents, but you

 excelled yourself last night, I humbly abase myself at your

 feet" and with that Guinivere sank gracefully to the floor at

 Mousers feet and touched her head to the floor.



 Mouser laughed long and loud, then said in a teasing tone,

 "well my Love, since you are down there, it seems wicked to

 waste such a perfect opportunity". Guinivere looked up and saw

 the proud flesh of Mousers's manhood standing erect, looking

 across she could see Catdancer licking her lips, and was aware

 of her own arousal, before she could take advantage of the

 situation, there came a thundering knock at the door of her

 bedchamber.



 Guinivere sighed, Mouser held out his hand to Catdancer, they

 both bowed in unison in Guiniveres' direction, then Mouser

 reached out and opened a door into reality, and he and

 Catdancer stepped through it, there was a faint shimmer and she

 heard Mouser say that he would return that night with more

 news. Looking around the dishevelled bed chamber, and hearing

 again the almost frenetic knocking on the door, she quickly

 cast several spells and within minutes the sheets and pillows

 were back on the bed, and Guinivere was dressed in hers

 customary attire, she removed the wards from around the room,

 and called out, "Enter".



 The door to her bedchamber was flung open and her maid almost

 fell into the room, "M'lady, M'lady, you must come at once the

 King has returned and he wishes to speak to you, immediately".

 Guinivere was startled, Arthur was not due to return for

 another 5-6 weeks, something must have happened to make him

 abandon his tour of the Kingdom.



 Catching some of the maids' haste, Guinivere hurried down the

 corridors and hallways, this was a becoming a habit, she either

 seemed to be hurrying up them in a foul mood, beset by petty

 problems and petty people, or hurrying down them beset by worry

 and bad news, feeling slightly breathless she fetched up

 outside Arthurs rooms, raising her hand to knock she was

 forestalled by Arthur flinging open the door and roaring,



 "Where is Guinivere, fetch her her immediately!!"



 He had the grace to look abashed and apologised for yelling,

 almost in her face, he ushered her into his chambers and bade

 her sit down, he then started pacing up and down the room,

 muttering under his breath.



 "My Lord, what is the matter, pray tell me"



 Arthur turned and looked at Guinivere, the look he gave her was

 almost speculative, for no reason that she could discern, she

 started to blush, it was almost as if Arthur knew some of what

 had transpired last night, she shook her head, but that was

 impossible, it would have taken a powerful magic adept to break

 the wards that she and Mouser had erected, and they would have

 felt the breakage, no matter how....involved they had been last

 night.



 Arthur cleared his throat and began to speak,



 "I know you think me somewhat distant, Guinivere, more

 concerned with running the kingdom than anything else, this is

 true, but do not ever think that I do not care for you, because

 I do Guinivere, in my own way, and the news that I have heard

 has caused me enough concern to detour from my set course and

 come here and speak to you immediately"



 Guinivere sat rooted to the chair, her mind spinning, with

 endless questions and thundering suspicions, her immediate

 thought was that somehow Arthur had become aware of her

 connection with the People of the Sidhe, and that she was half

 Sidhe herself, she knew her Guardian suspected something, but

 he was an old dear and totally loyal and would never act on

 suppositions, but no, it could not be, if that was the case she

 would not be sitting here, Arthurs' duty would be clear, she

 would now be on her way to the headsman, magic was outlawed in

 the Land, and Queen or not she would be executed for her

 crimes.