prologue ♔ passion or coincidence once prompted you to say | pride will tear us both apart

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ Ordinary World ; Red

WHO || Wynnefalshond & Arthur Pendragon [closed]
WHAT || The tables have turned.
WHERE || Winchester, Hampshire, England, outside the Great Hall
WHEN || Wednesday, Feb 8, 2012, morning
HOW || Actionspam

[It was possible, of course, that this lunatic was nothing more than a lunatic. The world was full of them, after all, and Wynn had seen a vast extent of fools in his time. But perhaps it was the sudden influx of arrivals in the past week whose stories didn't hold up to the same tale he'd been hearing for centuries - people coming from somewhere other than the Shadow World - that had him on edge, and drove him to investigate the claims of the man claiming to be "Arthur Pendragon" himself.

Apparently, he'd appeared quite suddenly wearing full plate mail in the Great Hall of what was left of Winchester Castle, where a reproduction of the Round Table hung famously on the wall. This might have been taken as something of a good prank if he hadn't actually been wearing a quite dangerous looking sword as well, and argued so vehemently with the security guards who came to escort him off the grounds.

Wynn had his ways of traveling quickly, when he had to, and whatever instincts drove him to not just dismiss this also compelled him to utilized those methods now. There was a sense of something in his gut that he couldn't quell. It felt a lot like dread, which was something he'd gone a long time without feeling.

So it was that he marched along the path outside the building, casting his eyes around for signs of the madman. Perhaps he'd continued to argue and been hauled off to a cell. A frown carved its way across Wynn's features as he walked around the perimeter, ignoring the stares that his unusual height and cut of clothing drew. It was rare that he questioned his own judgment in matters like these, but he started to think that perhaps this had been a spectacular waste of his time, after all.]

Comments

[king]

You owe me nothing, Wynnefanshold.

[ He means it. He was not the man who made that offer, and even if he had been, he would see it as a gift, not something that came with a debt, or no more than hard work and loyalty, the price Arthur always charges. ]

Not that I'm saying no, mind you.

[ After all, he doesn't even know what he'd be refusing. ]

Someone to provide navigation and understanding would probably be incredibly useful, actually.

[wynn]

[He says nothing to Arthur's refutation of his 'debt'. It changes nothing, in his mind.]

Then it would be easier to show you, than to explain at length. I'm afraid we have something of a ride ahead of us. [The slightest twist of a smile finds its way to the corner of his mouth] One that involves no steeds.

[king]

[ Arthur tips his head. ]

How can a ride involve no steeds?

[wynn]

[Wynn nods towards the path for Arthur to follow him.] Another thing easier to show than to explain. Come.

[He's going to have to call for a car, but the Knights have their ways of getting them there quickly. Cheekily, the vehicle that pulls up, a vintage model in prime condition, is also called an Excalibur, and says as such on the side in small silver lettering. On the car door is emblazoned a small symbol as well. The driver holds the door for them, and Wynn waits patiently for Arthur to take his seat, giving him an encouraging nod at any hesitation.]

It's quite safe.

[king]

[ Of course there's hesitation, but it's simply unfamiliarity, not fear. Arthur Pendragon certainly isn't afraid of some— ]

[ The car starts with a roar like thunder and Arthur's eyes bulge, his jaw clenching. And then it moves, and his stomach and heart both seem to drop out below him. Arthur clutches embarrassingly at anything he can see to hold onto. ]

[ He throws a wild, stormy glance in Wynn's direction. How could this be perfectly safe? But his serenity helps relax Arthur by degrees. ]

[wynn]

[And serenity is something Wynn has in spades, so he'll just relax and look out his window, letting Arthur settle in and get the hang of it without really minding any of his initial scrabbling to hold on for things. .__.

/CUE DRIVING MONTAGE

He doesn't speak much as they ride, letting the young King soak in the scenery as they drive through the modern town, over highways, past businesses and homes and into farmland and fields. He knows what it's like for him, to feel the power of the old times and old ways humming beneath the varnish of modern life here, but he imagines the differences and similarities would be much more intense to one who had not watched them ease their way in gradually. If Arthur has a question, he answers it simply, but doesn't begin any further conversation, seemingly lost in thought.

There's a great deal to think about.

At last the vehicle pulls up to a pair of black wrought iron gates, worked through with a decorative "W". They open with perfect timing for the car to roll through, revealing the magnificent sight of the opulent castle beyond.]

♬ Can't Take It In - Imogen Heap

[The car slowly rounds the pond out front, which currently reflects the cold gray sky. Snow dots the lawn in places. But nothing diminishes from the spectacle of the place. They pull to a stop right at the bottom of the front steps, and Wynn finally looks over directly at Arthur.]

This castle houses my Order: the Knights of the Silver Dragon. It serves as our headquarters - and our home. [The chauffeur comes to open the door for them once again.]

[king]

[ Eventually the panic turns to excitement, and apart from a few questions about the car's speed, invention, and popularity, Arthur is mostly content to watch the world speed by. He gives the impression that if he were a dog, he's stick his head out the window and pant. ]

[ There's a brooding melancholy under that bright, adventurous joy. Already Arthur is feeling the distance from his time, and there is so much unfamiliarity in the world, from architecture to technology to the simple fact of how crowded close everything is. ]

[ But then there's a view of a building so spectacular that suddenly whose world or time this is doesn't matter at all. Arthur just stares until they're right up close, eyes still wide when he snaps around to fix them on Wynn. ]

You live here.

[ A beat, eyebrows climbing. ]

With your knights.

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[wynn]

[Wynn just smiles again slightly, nodding once] It's necessary for the size of our operation. We house hundreds of knights here: those who have dedicated themselves to the cause of protecting and sheltering those of us displaced from our own worlds - we who this world calls the Shadowkind, and protecting this world from the threat of malevolent forces that find their way through the Veil. [He steps out of the car, his height unfolding, and he glances around once at the view, before moving to the steps to wait for Arthur, hands folding behind his back]

They've sworn an oath to protect the innocent and destroy evil, [he gives Arthur a significant amused Look] in the traditions set by someone I knew long ago.

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[king]

[ Arthur follows apace. Those causes sound like good ones to him — excellent, even. ]

[ And then Wynn points out the likely reason why, and Arthur gives a slightly self-deprecatory chuckle. ]

I see. Seems to have grown a little in the adaptation, though.

[wynn]

[He chuckles as well, moving up to the steps, beyond two massive statues on either side, of dragons cast in marble] Yes, well, a thousand years or more will do that.

We've adapted to the needs of the time and the scope and scale of the issue.

[Through the heavy doors they go, into the large entrance hall, with its overwhelming architecture, sweeping staircases, and the solitary desk to the side where a man in modern wear sits, glancing up curiously from a magazine. Wynn ignores him, walking straight back towards the hallway nestled between the staircases]

But I've found that the ideals of the chivalric code have rung true with mankind throughout the ages. And not just mankind. [He leaves that mysterious comment hanging. :| ]

[king]

[ Arthur makes equally curious eye contact with the other man but keeps following Wynn. He isn't intimidated by the grandeur, which is white and open and far more what he's used to that he expected. ]

I'm not surprised. Doing right by others isn't exactly something that goes out of fashion.

[ Wynn might have thought he could just slip that past Arthur, but it rings alarm bells enough that he catches up in order to look across, with sharp eyes. ]

What do you mean by that? What else is there, besides mankind? I doubt a horse has much interest in chivalry.

[wynn]

Even in your time, there was talk of other beings in the world. Creatures of the woods, the seas, the earth: like men, but not like men. Older. Different. [They pass down the long corridor, lined with standing suits of armor, tapestries depicting medieval scenes, and some displaying paintings of various Arthurian tales, of course.] Men like you aren't the only things to have come through the Veil.

[king]

You mean magical creatures.

[ Arthur narrows his eyes. ]

I thought that was what you said your Order fought.

[wynn]

I said that we fight evil magical creatures that threaten this land.

There are evil men, as well, who would do ill to magical creatures in your predicament, who mean only good. Just as we seek to stop evil from entering the world of men, we seek to protect these creatures from the evil men do.

[king]

[ Arthur's mouth twists. "Good magical creatures" seems like a bit of an oxymoron to him. ]

As I've never met a magical creature who did not mean me harm, I find it hard to believe—

[ He cuts himself off. ]

No, that's not wholly true. I think there was a unicorn, once.

[ He glances over at Wynn. Okay, he'd fight on behalf of a unicorn. ]

[wynn]

[Wynn just looks vaguely entertained by the talk of unicorns, but says nothing as he pauses in front of the gigantic painting taking up a large space on the right hand wall, depicting warring angels and demons. There's a small card in his hand abruptly, that seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and he swipes it through a narrow groove on the glass case hanging on the wall beside the artwork. The case opens, and he turns the unusual bright red canister inside as if it were a handle, prompting a loud clanking sound that seems to resound from the panels within. As he closes the case again, the painting swings slowly away to reveal a stone hallway, with high ceilings but narrow in width, lit by only torches.

The painting closes behind them, sealing them in with the strange series of paintings tapestries, rugs, artifacts, carvings, and more hang over every inch of either wall, weaving an unusual story. There is imagery that seems to evoke scenes from Camelot: Arthur himself, a wizened wizard with a long white beard accompanying him, a beautiful fair queen, knights in battle, the Round Table, Excalibur, the Holy Grail. But these make up only a small part of the mosaic, the rest seeming to detail the history of the Knighthood itself. Knights throughout time do battle against all kinds of those 'evil magical creatures' Arthur was just talking about in scenes of bloodshed, battle, triumph.

One image repeats itself in various locations: a gigantic silver dragon battling alone against armies of dark skinned pointy-eared warriors, or, in some cases, just fighting one of these warriors in particular, a larger than life wicked looking caricature in spiked armor.

But amid the battle scenes are others as well: knights bending knee in front of what looks like a goddess, planting a tree in what appears to be a garden, reclaiming artifacts, helping the sick and weak. The only text that appears in the hallway hangs above the pair of wide sealed doors at far end, where the creed of the Knighthood is written in bold lettering:

Thou Shalt Defend the Knighthood.
Thou Shalt respect all Weaknesses, and Shalt constitute thyself the Defender of them.
Thou Shalt not recoil before thine Enemy.
Thou Shalt make War against Injustice, without Cessation and without Mercy.
Thou Shalt never lie, and shall remain Faithful to thy pledged Word.
Thou Shalt be Generous, and listen to and Respect All.
Thou Shalt be Everywhere and Always the Champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.

Wynn walks past these images in quiet contemplation, eyes raking over the long history flanking them on either side. He speaks quietly, thoughtfully.]

I imagine there is much that you will find difficult to believe. But that does not lessen the reality of any of it.

[king]

[ It's with widened eyes that Arthur walks through the whole. It is unparalleled as the surrealist experience of Arthur's life. Some things ring true, and others do not, and others only serve to highlight the gaps in his memory. Excalibur he knows, and he's see that round table before, though he couldn't say where. The people who surround the depiction of a man obviously meant to be him are wholly unfamiliar. But none of that matters, because it's the fact of them, that he was so important, so resonant, that someone took the time to weave and paint and forge these artworks that tell his story. ]

Did you collect these?

[ It's asked only as a curiosity. If Wynn has lived a long time, likely he's had ample opportunity to commission and patron and purchase, but that's not what interests Arthur. The dedication to a man he hasn't become yet is painfully clear. Just what is Wynnefalshond expecting of him? For the first time Arthur wonders how Wynn came to be in Winchester at the perfect time. ]

[ But he doesn't ask; is too busy reading the bold text now, which is more than just the code of Camelot, the good practice he asks of his knights; it's a list of rules that Arthur has striven to have guide him in life. Seeing his morality all written down like this it's a little unnerving. ]

[wynn]

[Wynn glances once at Arthur's expression.] Something of an idle hobby.

[As he nears the doors at the end of the hall, they open, as if of their own accord, revealing a much more brightly lit chamber beyond.

The room houses an incredibly large, thick, wooden table constructed in the round, surrounded by at least twenty five chairs. Rising from the center from the table is a massive statue that appears to be made of glass or crystal, depicting a dragon in flight. Suspended in the center of the statue is an only too familiar looking sword, that looks as if it's merely hovering there because of the statue's transparent nature. The statue ascends towards the vaulted ceiling as if it means to break free and soar out of the room, creating a very otherworldly aspect to the setting. There are two other large doors on the exact opposite end of the room, very tall and heavy looking, and covered in designs of gold leaf.

He pauses a few steps into the room, lifting his eyes towards the dragon and falling silent again, as if this all says more than he ever could with words.]

[king]

[ Arthur's hand immediately goes to the hilt of his sword, just as it had when Wynn had first called his name — but now for very different reasons. Another step and he's moving past the other, towards the table; he notes the inscriptions carved their, the ancient heaviness of the wood, but he really only has eyes for the suspended sword. ]

How is that possible!

[wynn]

The same way, I imagine, that it's possible you are here in the first place.

[But he doesn't want to go confusing Arthur again with more talking about parallel universes, so he just continues to look up at it and offer something of an explanation for... why he has one, at least.]

It would have been a shame for such a powerful artifact to be lost to the sands of time.

[king]

[ Arthur draws his own, the sound ringing even in the vault of a room, and examines it skeptically. Even the inscription on the blade is the same: he runs his fingers lightly over cast me away, though he cannot read it. ]

Powerful artifact.

[ All right, so he remembers pulling it from stone, which isn't really where one normally gets swords, but if anybody mentioned it was more than high-quality steel then he's forgotten. ]

[king]

Well.

[ Talk about needing to read the manual. Arthur holds up Excalibur as he once had when drawing it from stone, the blade pointing to the ceiling, looking at it and, before him, the sword suspended in glass. ]

[ His eyes are bright with a strange sort of pride, and passion too. To command the soul of a kingdom... he has never needed a sword. ]

And now there are two.

[wynn]

Yes. [He says the word quietly, obviously trying to sort out the meaning of such for himself.]

But the sword in my possession remains where it is for a reason. I am not its wielder, merely its keeper. It waits for a King who deserves to carry it.

Yours has already found one.

[king]

[ Arthur resheathes his sword, flattered and trying to be gruff about it. ]

So you're just going to store it inside a glass dragon until then? Doesn't exactly seem safe. If all you say is true, it's not a weapon you'd want in your enemy's hands.