Her tone of voice told him just as much about her feelings as his empathy likely would have, had she been looking his way. He frowned, wondering if, in a world where Arthur and Morgana were already together... But he tore his mind from that sort of speculation. It didn't do anyone any good. These were real people, after all--not legends. Life was so much less straightforward. There was no telling what would happen now that Lancelot had left, or even as politics in Camelot continued on--particularly if the king did decide to challenge traditions.

But whatever was coming, it still hurt to hear Gwen's sadness at Lancelot's departure. That was a feeling Oliver knew all too well. "I'm sorry, Gwen," he said, sympathetically. He hesitated, then added, softly, "You think he'll come back?"

Watching the knights as they continued their training, he wondered how anyone could possibly stay away. Even knowing what he knew now about classes couldn't entirely extinguish his sense of awe and wonder at seeing them in action. And Lancelot had to come back, didn't he? Could the legends be that far off?