Isabel thrust it at her. "Slug down al you want. Just remember that the word you need to pronounce correctly is 'yes.'"

Jenny did a great job of glugging. In fact, she completely drained Isabel's glass. Then she stood up tal , looking back once. "The word is?"

"Yes," Isabel said, nearly laughing.

"What is the question going to be?"

"Let it be a surprise," Isabel said, as she pushed the girl farther toward the table. "Just answer yes."

Jenny held up a thumb, "Got it, Isabel."

"WILL you exchange vows with me, Jenny? Wil you agree to be my wife?"

Jenny looked back to that corner of the room to see both the countess and her queen nodding fervently.

"Yes," she said. "I want, very much, to be your wife."

Ashton stood from his bended knee. He pul ed her to him and said, "Good gods, woman. What took you so long?"

"I wanted to be certain you meant it," she said.

Arthur bowed his head and chuckled, then glanced over at Isabel and Gwen, and smiled. They smiled back at him. Good gods, the women in his life. He did not know whether to feel blessed or afraid. Possibly he should feel a bit of both.

AFTER the celebration for Ashton and Jenny settled, Arthur again stood up upon the table.

"We have more to be thankful for this evening. We have peace without any Camelot blood shed." A roar from the crowd almost had Arthur wanting to cover his ears. He attempted to settle down the shouts by moving his arms up and down.

"Please, I care for my hearing and yours," he said. "A very, very low roar would be welcome. May we practice that?"

He received just as he asked.

"Excel ent. Now, we had Countess Isabel to thank for much of this. Her quick thinking helped us."

"And our friends in the kitchens," Isabel yel ed. "And the queen and Jenny and Mary. And al of you, wil ing to fight for Camelot and al it means to you."

"I was getting to that Isabel," Arthur said. "For once, just once, al ow me."

"Sorry."

He shook his head. "The success yesterday came about because al of you, al of you, took part to keep Camelot safe. I am so proud of everyone and feeling so blessed that I count each and every one of you my friends. I am proud of my son, Mordred, who stepped up to a daunting chal enge and succeeded beyond my wildest dreams."

Isabel looked around, final y finding Mordred standing stil as a statue, staring at his father. She smiled. Their relationship was so going to be okay. Better than okay.

"When that day comes that I choose to retire from service to Camelot, I truly believe that Mordred wil wear that crown wel and continue the legacy that is Camelot.

"To Mordred! And to the men who wil ingly fol owed with him to carry out something of a distasteful task!" Arthur said.

"To Mordred and his men!" the people answered.

"Many more of these toasts, and there wil be a hal ful of lying-down drunk people," Isabel whispered to Gwen.

Gwen giggled, although her eyes roamed the hal .

Isabel didn't have to guess who Gwen was seeking out.

"He's over there, Gwen, by the entrance to the formal dining room."

Gwen looked over then nodded. "I so wish I could join him, Isabel. As I am certain you wish you could be at Arthur's side."

"I know, Gwen. I know. What a sorry pair we are, aren't we?"

"Or, depending on your thoughts, how lucky we are. We both have men who love us. There are many who cannot claim as much."

Isabel was stopped cold. "Wow, Gwen. Those are the wisest words I have heard in a long time. It truly puts things in perspective."

Gwen looked at her. "I was not born with wisdom, Isabel. But I have watched yours over the days and have tried to learn."

"Damn, I don't know about my own wisdom, Your Highness, but I can state for a fact that you are a supremely good student."

"If nothing else, Countess, you are the best model of wisdom I have e'er met."

Isabel laughed, then hugged her. "We wil work this out."

"And, may I make just one more comment?" Gwen asked.

"Of course."

"You talk funny."

Isabel nearly bent over with laughter. "I know. And I thank you for trying to understand what I am saying."

"What 'I'm' saying is how you would actual y pronounce it. You cut down your words in such an intriguing manner."

"Oh, Gwen, you would be head of the class."

"I wil take that as a compliment, although I know not what that even means."

"Trust me, it's a compliment."

"And it is my turn, Isabel, to return the goodness in your heart. It is, as I have heard you say, a 'pay it forward' moment." She thrust her goblet of wine into Isabel's hands. "Here. Drink this. You might have need."

And while Isabel stood there, astonished, she watched Queen Guinevere push off from the wal and run to Arthur. She whispered in his ear, and he shook his head adamantly. But apparently Gwen was on a mission, and she was not to be denied. She dragged Arthur to the great table and climbed up, with his help. Then she gestured for him to join her.

Arthur looked over at Isabel with a "what the hel " expression she had no answer for. She shrugged her own confusion, then did as Gwen suggested. She took a major sip of that wine.

"Al ?" Gwen cal ed out, then waited while those in the hal stopped their merriment to listen.

"I have a confession," Gwen said, "that needs to be told. You deserve the truth."

"Do not do this, Gwen," Isabel yel ed, dreading what she feared Gwen's confession might be.

"That would be 'don't do this, Gwen,' to you, Isabel."

Arthur broke out laughing. "So you noticed as wel ?"

"We have al noticed that the countess speaks differently," said someone in the crowd. "But she speaks wisely."

"Correct, Christopher," Gwen said. "Another pouring of mead for Christopher, please."

"Gwen, what in Hades are you doing?" Arthur asked.

"Correcting a wrong," Gwen said.

"This is neither the time nor the place."

"This is the perfect time and place. For al here deserve the truth."

"Gwen, do not do this. The repercussions."

"Are something I can live ... or die with. The lies, no."

"Good gods," Arthur said.

"Here is the truth, good people," Gwen announced. "I have been untrue to the kindest man I have e'er known. Our king."

Oh, for land fucking sakes, Isabel thought. She feels the need to pour her heart out now? Isabel drained Gwen's goblet, then asked for another.

If there was a time to be drunk, this was it.

"I accept the consequences of this," Gwen continued. "Should you al decide to punish me, that is up to you. But I wil not ever regret or rescind my love for ... another."

Arthur planted his hand over her mouth, probably before she helped her executioners pick out just which ropes on which to hang her.

"Who is he?" several shouted. "We wil hunt him and exact the punishment!"

"'Tis not treason!" Arthur yel ed. "Not when I condoned that love. I knew and gave them ful permission to fol ow their hearts. 'Tis not treason when your king said aye to them. I wanted, desperately, for the two to fol ow their hearts. Any who would lay harm to either wil answer to me. How we resolve the issues wil be up to us. This I demand. No harm to either. Is this understood by al ?"

"Aye, King Arthur," many said.

"And while we are at admissions of truth," he began.

No, Arthur, please! Isabel thought, although she knew he and Gwen were on a truth-tel ing rol that was not about to end anytime soon.

Arthur glanced over at her first.

"I'l take Shut the Hel Up Right Now for a thousand, Arthur," she said.

"What is, no way, Countess?" he shouted back at her.

"Oh, good gods," she whispered.

Mary ran over to her and grabbed her hand. "'Tis for the best," she said.

"The best for whom?" Isabel asked.

"For al here. The queen had need to speak her heart. And by the by, you truly do talk funny."

"Great. And now you are turning on me as wel , Mary?"

"Have you not been listening, Isabel? No one is turning on you. Al are standing up for you."

"I'm sorry, Mary," Isabel said. "I just don't want the king and queen to be scorned by the people of Camelot."

"HERE is the rub, ladies and gentlemen," Arthur said, figuring he wasn't letting Gwen fal on the sword alone. He knew not what provoked her unhealthy honesty, but if she felt the need to spil to al , he was not al owing her to do it by herself. "I have also found myself deeply in love. 'Twas not meant to happen, I did not seek it out, but the fates decreed it so.

"Can you believe I have fal en for that funny-speaking woman?" he asked, pointing straight at Isabel. "'Tis true. I am desperately in love with Countess Isabel. And Queen Guinevere is in love with another. We are al happy about it. So should one of you set out to harm the queen or the countess while we work out the details to make certain the right men are with the right women, I wil invoke my power as king. We have the right to certain mistakes in the past and the right to fix those mistakes to the happiness of al . Should any hold judgment against our women, take a good hard look into your very own hearts."

"Happiness to al !" James bel owed, holding up his stein. "'Tis what Camelot is about, after al ."

"Happiness to al !" most, if not al , of the guests, cal ed, also holding up their various steins and goblets in toast.

But Arthur noticed that way too many people were now looking askance at Isabel, as if she had sprung straight out of Hades. "Do not," he warned again, "cast blame against Gwen or Isabel. You do so at your own peril. For the people who know us best wil be at our sides. Now please enjoy the rest of the evening," Arthur said. "And remember to tel the ones you love just how much. Often."

He jumped down and headed straight to his woman. He probably should have been prepared for the thump to his chest he received upon his arrival. He was not.

"Ow!"

"What were you thinking, Arthur?

"Just, perhaps, some form of happiness that I was honest about my feelings for you?

"Did it even occur to you what might happen to Gwen?"

"Did you not note that 'twas Gwen who made the decision to announce her feelings first?"

"Okay, that's true. What in hel was that al about?"

"I was not standing over here talking to her. You were. How about you tel me?"

"She wanted to be truthful to the people of Camelot, is my guess," Mary said. "Do not blame Isabel, as I saw her attempt to stop the queen. Or you answer to me. Your Highness," she added with a slight curtsy. "Shal I stay, Isabel?" she asked.

"I think I can handle him," Isabel said with a grin. "But thank you, Mary."

Mary glanced back and forth between them. "Okay, I shal be right over there with that very large, very strong, very loyal man, in case you have need, Isabel." She stomped away.

"Why do I feel as if I am suddenly the bad guy, here?" Arthur said.

Isabel shook her head, laughing. "Not the bad guy, Arthur. But why, for crying out loud? You couldn't just say, 'I support Gwen, end of story.'"