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A sentry with light amounts of armor on his body cupped his hands to his mouth to call back to the knight.
"Who doth cometh here to Winchester?"
Phillip replied back, "It is I, good man, Sir Phillip of Livinton. I have come with this young man who I am to introduce before the King."
The sentry nodded, "Ah yes, Sir Phillip. We hath been expecting thy return." He made a gesture with his hands to drop the drawbridge. Down below a row of men cranked down a lever and slowly the drawbridge descended until it touched the otherside of the moat. Phillip and Trunks sent their horses to go into a slow trot across the bridge and into the majestic castle. Trunks had seen earlier the tall turrets that seemed to stick out of the castle like grass out of the ground. Now he got to see an even better look of the castle Hmm, I need to meet the architect of this place. Trunks grinned and followed Phillip inside.
Two boys greeted Sir Phillip and Trunks with a respectful bow and took the reins of the men's horses. The saiyajin got off and strapped his belongings across his shoulder non-chalantly. The boys lead the horses to an individual stall for them to rest and graze on the far side of the courtyard. Scanning the area with his eyes only, Trunks was well pleased to find an area opposite of the horse stables where men held sparring matches and developed their sword handling skills. A sly grin came across his face, knowing for certain that he can beat all of them without even giving it much effort.
The sounds of giggles intruded the warrior's mind. Following the cause of the disturbance with his ears first then his eyes, he found a group of teenage girls in something like a football huddle. They all passed occasional glances at Trunks, when they weren't looking at him they were talking amongst themselves and giggling all the while. Children...., Trunks tsked to himself until he caught sight of an elderly woman shooing the girls away. The woman had much wrinkles on her face, but she could still walk without any artificial aid. She walked up to the the confused saiyajin and bowed with her head.
"Do forgive those ignorant children, good sir." her voice seemed cracked slightly, though still very polite.
"It's no big deal ma'am. Though, why were they acting like that?"
The woman laughed which shook her entire frail body, "Young man, I know my vision is not all that better than a bat's, but from from what I can see you look quite handsome and able to catch any woman's fancy if you wanted."
The warrior was not all that ready to take on such a comment about himself. Keeping that to himself he smiled politely and nodded his head, just like what Phillip taught him to do in similiar situations.
"I am new to Camelot, ma'am. Though I thank you for the compliment." He bowed and excused himself to leave, speed-walking to where Phillip stood talking to a group of men. Phillip caught sight of Trunks heading his way and so he excused himself to greet the saiyajin halfway, grinning amusedly.
"You handled that one well my lad." The knight said matter-of-factly, which caused Trunks to raise an eyebrow and reply.
"You knew that was going to happen, sir?"
Philliped erupted into laughter, that being more than enough for an answer.
What did I do? came thought until he began thinking wryly to himself, I should write a book, "How To Attract Women In Less Than An Hour." Phillip could see Trunks frowning and so he patted the saiyajin's back sympathetically.
"Do not lose heart lad. One thing thou shalt have to grow accustomed to."
Trunks moved away from the knight, even though he was aware that Phillip was only trying to help.
The two started walking, Trunks flanking Phillip's right side. The saiyajin let curiousity be his leader, second in command to Phillip. He could see that they were in a large courtyard with enough room to have a marketplace for the commerce and trade to take place amongst those from all social ranks. Peasants and commoners sold foodstuffs that their own farms produced while merchants while those with higher status sold expensive goods from foreign lands and manufactured items that caught the interest of the people. The warrior also spotted a few blacksmith workshops and others with men that were skilled in their particular work. It appeared to Trunks that Camelot, sometimes known as Winchester, is a self-sufficient place. He knew on the spot that he will like it here.
At a tall doorway at the top of a small flight of white limestone stairs, four sentrymen greeted the two and pushed open the two inch thick wooden doors that were braced with metal. Two of the sentries lead the knight and warrior through the luxurious halls of main building and down a long spiraling staircase. Trunks, being the newcomer and having no clue what is going on, followed those leading him without a single sound. Phillip on the otherhand passed many a good conversation with the sentries and those that he came across. Trunks couldn't help but smirk at times, remember one day when Phillip told him to be polite to everyone even if deep inside you have no favor towards them at all. Trunks knew that Phillip was practicing what he preached.
When the stairway ended, the group contined walking down a hall lit up with flaming torches. When the hallway was no more, they came upon an astonishingly large room fit for nearly four hundred people. All around where tall glass windows, the sun bringing its rays on the east side of the room at an angle, suggesting close to noon. The room itself did not catch Trunks' attention anymore than what he saw resting on a wide elevated platform. He was not certain of what it was made of, but he could understand that it was a table with a circumference of nearly 10 yards with seats placed completely around it. One of those seats where elevated higher than all the rest, and seated upon it was a man dressed in the most amazing garments that Trunks ever laid eyes upon. The man, who appeared to be King Arthur himself, wore intricate designs on his clothing embroidered with gold, symbolizing his royalty. Emeralds, diamonds, and opals were embedded into the crown restin go on his head, making him stand out amongst all those present. Around King Arthur's neck was a long gold collar inset with more the precious stones.
Trunks was a total lost for words, for never before had he held such splendor, let alone it be King Arthur, the man whom Trunks had only heard about as being a legend. King Arthur stood up and came down from the platform to embrace Phillip warmly and greet him with all brotherliness. The warrior was caught by surprise at this display of kindness shown by a king as great and regal as Arthur. Trunks did not know what to do or say, thus he reverted to bowing his head to King Arthur in all respect. King Arthur, who looked to be in his mid 40's simply looked at this young man and laughed light-heartedly.
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