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Galahad's ears perked up, "Oh... all right then." He laid back down and sighed.

Lancelot in on the ground. He opened his eyes and noticed he is in the dungeon, "...."

"I know... The king already knows what I would do." Galahad said, "It's going to be a long recovery..."

"How do you even run a kingdom without any knights to help you?" Galahad ask.

"Oh... well... " Galahad sighed, "There's not much of us anyway... the other knights left to other kingdoms after well...." He paused.

"I'm fine for now..." Galahad then coughed, "Um... maybe some water..."

"For now... thank you...." Galahad nodded and laid back on the bed.

After Jewel left, Galahad spoke to himself, "I can see why...." He smiled a bit but then frowned, "Percival...." He got up to see out the window, "This is going to be a long break..."
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As for Lancelot, he stood by the door holding onto the bars. He rocks one side to another getting impatient on not knowing what to do or what he is doing here. He looked around and kept looking back at the door hoping it opens.

Suddenly someone peeked through the bars of the door, "Lancelot?" The king spoke.

Lancelot stared at the door, "Huh?" He looked at the eyes of the being who stared at him, "W-What... did you just call me?"

"I called you by your name, Lancelot." The king looked confused, "Do you not remember?"

"I-.... Where am I?" Lancelot asked.

"You're in a prison cell, Lancelot. Are you stable?"

"What do you mean stable?" Lancelot said, looking confused and lost.

"Hmm... Guards? Open this door."

The door opened. The king walked in the door, "Close the door please." The guards did what they were told. The king looked at Lancelot, who was wearing dirty clothing, stained with blood.
As for the king, he is wearing his robe and his gold crown, with his sword behind him along with Lancelot's sword, Arondight. He walked up to Lancelot, who slowly stepped back.

The king looked worried, "It's me. Arthur. You look like you don't remember me..." He then grabbed Arondight and held it to Lancelot, "This is your sword... This belongs to you."

Lancelot stared at the sword. He was beginning to panic a little. His breathing quickened, "W-What's going on? Why.... why don't I remember any of this?!" He shouted at the king, "WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Calm yourself, Lancelot. I'm your king. You serve under me. You're my best knight."

"Then why don't I remember you...." Lancelot glared at the king.

"That is why I'm wondering. Why don't you remember?" The king said, "Please Lancelot, listen to me. Do not panic. We will fix this as soon as we can. Let me take you to your mother and she may help you."

"My mother?" Lancelot calmed a bit.

"Yes. Nimue. Lake of the Lake. You remember her?"

".......No....." Lancelot frowned, "I.....I-I don't."

"Don't worry. We will take you to her and she will help you." The king said, "Just be patient and relax yourself. You have gone through so much for the past few days."

"Few days?" Lancelot stared at the king.

"Yes... a very eventful week for you. Maybe all the stress caused you to lose your memory but not to worry! We'll get your through this calmly and easily." The king raised his hand and the guards walked in. They walked up to Lancelot and cuffed him with shackles.

"Wait... what's going on?!" Lancelot said, beginning to fight with the guards.

"Don't worry, Lancelot. Don't panic. We are doing this for your safety and ours. You see. You went crazy earlier and we need to make sure it's safe for you to be under control and not injure anyone."

The guards even shackled Lancelot's legs.

"Take him to the carriage." The king ordered and the guards began walking Lancelot outside the prison cell.