Feeling...A Bit Delicate... - 4th May 1007

  • May. 4th, 2011 at 10:55 PM
not_a_clotpole: (Oh God...)
Well, the feast last night was quite the success. Although I think I enjoyed the mead far too much...how else can you explain me seeing Morgana - the old Morgana, before Morgause did...whatever it is she did to her and a Guinevere who was in the middle of her wedding celebrations, our wedding celebrations.

I wonder what my Guinevere would say if I brought that up.

Anyway, I woke up this morning, well noon actually, I had a pounding headaching. Not surprising I suppose...but very bad luck for me, I have to make the closing speech for the Beltane festivities!

Fortunately Gaius prepared a draught for me to take at lunch and I'm confident I can give the speech in a few hours - at midnight.

Although, it's going to be a very short speech, I really have no idea what to say...still! Hopefully I'm not going to have to endure hearing Monmouth's comment on that, maybe he just won't notice.

Miracles happen sometimes.

*Words Appear On The Page* - 3rd May 1007

  • May. 3rd, 2011 at 11:48 PM
not_a_clotpole: (A Very Odd Book...)
The Crown Prince is currently enjoying the Grand Beltane Feast.

Hangovers are likely to ensue.

And so it goes on... - 2nd May 1007

  • May. 2nd, 2011 at 11:02 PM
not_a_clotpole: (WTF?)
Yesterday's speech went surprisingly well...at the end the people where actually cheering my name!

Today went less well, when I received news this morning that Guinevere was in a deep sleep, one that even Gaius couldn't rouse her from. It goes without saying that I had to go to her directly, despite the council meeting. (Why there was even a council meeting today, I don't know, it's Beltane, a time for celebration for God sake!)

We...er...I managed to wake her up and all was well, although I'm sure to get an earful from Monmouth tomorrow, he's going to want to let me know everything I missed...in detail.

The bonfires are still going, in fact, tonight is when the Knights go out amongst the people, enjoy a few mugs of mead and just enjoy ourselves.

Which is I want I'm going to do now! Monmouth be damned!
not_a_clotpole: (Crown Prince Duties)
The time has arrived...the sun has just started to dip beneath the horizon and it's now time to declare the beginning of the festival.

For the first time, Arthur heads out onto the balcony of Camelot Castle alone, he's not there to join his father (who remains in his room alternating between being completely unresponsive and sobbing) and there's no Morgana for support either.

The silence seems almost deafening to Arthur as he reaches the edge of the balcony and looks out at a sea of people. The whole town has managed to crowd into the castle courtyard and all are looking at him expectantly.

Arthur is terrified.

All the confidence he has on the tournament field, when hunting, when leading the knights seems to have deserted him. The only thing that keeps him from turning around is not wishing to let down the people, his friends and knights, Guinevere and even Merlin.

He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore his crown, which has always annoyed him, and speaks.

"People of Camelot, I welcome you all to the beginning of the Festival of Beltane. After everything that has happened over the last few months, this is a time for rebirth and renewal."

He's not sure, but he thinks he spots Monmouth out the corner of his eye nodding happily, no doubt glad some of his speech got through.

"For the next three days I invite you all to celebrate and enjoy and do all things that Beltane entails. Happy Beltane to all."

Arthur wasn't sure what he expected, in his opinion it was a pretty pathetic attempt especially considering he spent three days on it, but he's almost knocked off his feet by cheers and applause.

For a moment he wonders if they're cheering someone else, has his father suddenly appeared on the balcony.

But no, in amongst the cheers he can discern the words "Long live the Prince!"

Down in the courtyard he spots the knights joining in the cheering and applause, even Gwaine!

It's so surprising he's not even sure what to do, so settles on waving awkwardly before heading back inside, where hopefully he can find Guinevere, he needs a hug!

Oh God.. - 30th April 1007

  • Apr. 30th, 2011 at 11:56 PM
not_a_clotpole: (Fail)
Beltane begins tomorrow at sunset.

Still don't have speech together.

Want to hide under the bed (Merlin did it, why can't I?)

This is going to be a disaster...

Don't wake me up tomorrow morning.
not_a_clotpole: (What? -Fingers)
Only two days to go to the Festival and looking out the window I can see that some of the people in the lower down have all ready started putting together kindling for the bonfires. And I still don't have a speech!

At this rate I'm going to get up there and say something idiotic like "Happy Beltane everyone", which is a nice thought I suppose, but people expect something a bit more...regal. I may have to give up on that.

I feel more normal on my feet now, and thank God for that, people were certainly going to notice something was not quite right...

I can only hope this book doesn't decide to toss me into the Nexus again, I certainly don't need any more...unpleasant surprises.

And maybe I shouldn't have written that down.

I'm going to stop writing now.

Ugh... - 26th April 1007

  • Apr. 26th, 2011 at 11:18 PM
not_a_clotpole: (Uh....huh)
Well, in a display of idiocy that Merlin would no doubt be proud of, I went to Monmouth today and asked him about Beltanes past.

I have only JUST escaped from his clutches (and then the procession of people I ran into afterward, why are people up so late?).

I wish Morgana was here...the old Morgana, she would have been able to tell me what an idiot I was being before I got myself in that situation.

Plus she would have been able to arrange the feast, rather than Guinevere, who after all that hard work can't even attend as an honoured guest.

I hope after all this I actually manage to enjoy this festival after everything.

Five Days... - 25th April 1007

  • Apr. 25th, 2011 at 11:58 PM
not_a_clotpole: (So...Embarrassing...)
The Feast of Beltane seemed so far away only a few days ago, but now it's just around the corner and I haven't prepared even half of the things I need.

For example, the speeches, I have to make a number of them, to the townspeople on the opening day of the festival, at the feast and on the last day. Do I even have that many words to say about Beltane?

I may have to ask Monmouth for assistance, but really? That might be the last thing I ever do, the man is known to speak for days, DAYS.

But there's no-one else I can ask...except perhaps...

Gaius! He'll remember speeches my father made in years past, it's my only hope.

I can't ask him right now of course, but first thing tomorrow morning, definately.