Chapter 38: Back Home

We had a few stops along the way but arrived home none the less for wear. We unloaded the Winnie and got all our stuff inside. Everyone seemed glad to see us home. I noticed that the twins, Allison and Amelia, were especially glad to see at least me. I was very happy to see them too. Over the year that they had been living with us I had grown to love them. They have personalities that you could not help but to fall in love with. Both girls seemed to be shadowing me almost every day. The looks I got from them showed me that they shared my love.

I had George take the Winnie to the shop to have it gone over and the cracked window replaced. I also had him mention to them that there were probably some dents in the roof caused by hail. I went over to the school and talked with Chris about the security changes. She told me that Jim had called her too and that everything was being done. It seems that my people are working pretty well together. She also told me that the local community college has met with her and George and the college courses would start up in the fall.

I went into the kitchen to talk with Alice to see if there were any major disasters while we were gone. She told me, "Art, everything went smoothly and I only had one problem."

"And what was the problem?"

"Fitzroy has become frisky and turned into a proverbial animal."

"How do you mean?"

"He jumps me every night and cannot seem to keep his hands to himself during the day."

"Do you want me to have a talk with him?"

"Don't you dare. I love every second of it."

"I guess that big grin on your face says a lot. I'm happy for you."

The next day, with nothing pressing to do, I headed out to the barn to visit my stallion. He seemed happy to see me especially since I brought him some cut up apples. I grabbed a brush and started brushing him which he always liked. I swear if he was a cat he would be purring but all he did was to let out an occasional snort. That was his way of telling me to keep it up. It seemed like no time at all before I was joined by Allison and Amelia. They both grabbed brushes and joined me brushing my horse. There was a horse in seventh heaven with all the attention.

I asked the girls, "You ladies want to go riding?"

As they were prone to do they answered together, "You bet we do."

"Well, grab some tack and we'll go for a ride." I had in mind exactly where I was going to take them but didn't tell them right off. We saddled three horses and headed out to the trails through the woods of the estate. We rode for about an hour until we came to a clearing where there was a big fallen tree so we could sit and chat. I dismounted and took a seat on the log. The girls took up positions on either side of me and looped their arms around mine and snuggled up to me. I pulled my arms loose and hugged them both to my sides. I leaned down and gave them each a kiss on their forehead. They tilted their heads up and kissed me on both cheeks. While my kiss was just a peck, they kissed me for a full ten seconds.

"Ladies, I think it is time for me to tell you both something important."

"Are you going to tell us that you love us? We love you."

"That's part of what I want to tell you but there's more."

"You mean you are going to have sex with us?"

"I told you before that I will not have sex with you but we will make love."

"Oh goodie. We thought it would never come."

"Well it's not quite here yet."

"Awww what do you mean?"

"I mean that I will make love to you two but not right now. We have something to do before that."

"What do we need to do?"

"Okay, I'm about to tell you something you will find very hard to believe. You have seen the tapestry hanging in our great room, right?"

"Yes, it is a picture of you and Grace, isn't it?"

"Yes and no. The picture is several hundred years old and was painted by an artist in Camelot. You've heard of Camelot haven't you?"

"Yes we both read the book and saw the movie."

"Well, the picture is of King Arthur and Guinevere."

"But they look just like you and Grace."

"There is a reason for that."

"Okay, what's the reason?"

"The picture is of Grace and me."

"I thought you said it was King Arthur and Guinevere."

"It is both Grace and me; and, it is King Arthur and Guinevere."

"Now you have us totally confused."

"Would you two be interested in visiting Camelot again?"

"Wow, really? Of course we would."

"Well, would you like to go today?"

"Yes, yes and triple yes."

"Okay, let me make a call first."

I opened my cell phone and called Grace telling her to meet us at the old tree. About thirty minutes later we heard a horse approach and could see Grace coming to us. I told Grace of my plan to take the girls to Camelot and she agreed it would be a nice idea. The four of us mounted our steeds and headed for the cave. Just like before, the horses started acting jumpy as we approached the cave. We got down and walked to the cave entrance. The girls were a little scared since they could feel the energy of the cave just as soon as we entered but, having been there before, they proceeded on.

Walking deeper into the cave we stopped at the old door. I reached into my pocket and produced the old key. The door then transformed into an, almost new, wooden-door with bright shiny hardware and pristine finish. I put the key into the lock and opened the door. We were met with that familiar gust of wind and as we stepped through the door there was a bright flash as we were changed into medieval characters. I became King Arthur, Grace became my Queen Guinevere and the twins were changed into two identical lovely princesses. The looks on their faces was priceless as they looked at each other in fascination. It took a while for them to get over the shock of seeing the four of us dressed again like royalty.

The door closed behind us and we made our way through the cave and emerged from the cave leading four horses. The poor girls were totally baffled with all that had happened. I myself was impressed with how beautiful the girls looked in their princess garb. Their clothes clung to their bodies like a second skin showing off their figures in a very complementary way. Breasts riding high and waist curving in showed them to be mature young ladies. I could tell that once we made it to Camelot I was going to have to keep a close eye on them and fight off men and boys alike.

"Girls, let's get going."

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to my castle in Camelot."

We rode for some distance and were stopped by Merlin holding his staff aloft.

"Merlin, my old friend, it is so nice to see you again."

"Your majesty, it has been far to long, many years since I have seen you."

"Yes my friend, it surely has."

"What brings you to Camelot this time?"

"I came to show these two lovely ladies some more of what Camelot is all about."

"And who are these two visions of loveliness?"

"Allison and Amelia Pendragon. I'm sure the name sounds familiar to you."

"Indeed it does. Are they your daughters?"

"No, they are more like distant cousins, descendants of my father Uther Pendragon."

"Your Majesty, I am sorry to report that your father is in ill health as we speak."

"Can you get us to the castle with all haste?"

"So it shall be as you command." He then raised his staff and recited an ancient incantation resulting in us arriving at the gates of my castle. We went in accompanied by a herald of trumpets announcing our arrival. We made our way to the great hall where Grace and I were seated on our thrones with the twins by our sides. I motioned to my aide and he came to me bowing.

"Your Majesty, what is your bidding?"

"Summon the royal physician to an audience with me."

"As you wish Your Majesty." He turned and was gone, returning shortly with the royal physician.

"Your Majesty, I am sad to report that your father is consumed with a severe fever and we do not expect him to recover any time soon."

"Take us to his side to see him. Come on ladies."

He led us to the bed chamber of my father. I looked at him and saw that he was ashen and burning up with fever. He opened his eyes saying, "Arthur, I am so happy to see you and Guinevere. Who are these two beautiful ladies you have brought to me?"

"Father I would like you to meet Allison and Amelia Pendragon. They are your descendants brought to you by magic. Ladies, this is Uther Pendragon, your ancestor and my father."

"I can see, my son, that they carry on the beauty of Guinevere. Ladies, I am pleased to make your acquaintances."

"We don't know how to address you but we are thrilled to meet you."

"You can just call me gramps."

"Father," I said, "I am very proud of these two wonderful ladies. They are attending school and doing very well indeed. They lost their parents under horrible circumstances so I took them in to live with us in our home. They are, after all, family."

"And so it should be. I am proud of you my son. I beg of you to leave me now as I need to get some rest."

"I wish you a speedy recovery father." We withdrew from the room and returned to the great hall and were seated once again upon our thrones. I asked the girls, "You guys hungry?"

"We're starving Art, ... er ... sorry, Your Majesty." Giggle.

"Okay, lets get something to eat." I summoned my aide and had him arrange a feast with entertainment in the banquet hall. By the time we entered the hall there was food being brought in. Grace, the girls and I took our places at the head table and I declared, "Let the feast begin."

There was a steady stream of all kinds of food you could imagine. We had fruit, breads, wine, vegetables and an assortment of meats to choose from. While we were eating we were entertained by minstrels and jugglers. With our tummies filled we were getting a little tired so I decided it was time we got some sleep. We retired to the royal bed chamber. There were privacy curtains still there so the twins could strip down to their undies and crawl into their beds while Guinevere (Grace) and I went to bed naked.

Morning arrived and we got up and dressed. Allison came up to Grace blushing and whispered, "where is the bathroom?"

"There is not one. Come with me and I'll show you what to do."

I then heard a loud girl's voice say, "You've got to be kidding. Oh my God, I can't do that."

Grace calmly explained to her the use of a chamber pot as she softly chuckled. At least there was a privacy screen around the pot but we all could hear in intimate detail exactly what went on. I couldn't help but softly chuckle myself. Amelia then proudly pranced over and used the pot with a big satisfied grin on her face. I guessed there were differences between the twins after all. We made our way down to the dining hall for breakfast. Everybody we met along the way bowed or curtsied as we passed. I got to wondering how many modern day girls even know how to curtsy.

For breakfast we had eggs, bacon, toast and fresh squeezed orange juice. None of that reconstituted from concentrate crap for the royal family. On second thought, that process had not been invented yet at that time. The toast had a unique flavor of having been prepared over a wood fire. The butter was also the real thing, from a cow and not an oil well or corn plant. I did, however, miss my morning cup of coffee. I decided to do something about it. I had an aide come with me out into the woods. I found some chicory plants and pulled some of them up. I took them into the kitchen and instructed the cook on how to make trail coffee. Just as the grounds hit the boiling water I was surrounded with the most aromatic fragrance man could make. I then had my cup of coffee with a big sigh. When I brought the cup of steaming coffee into the dining hall Guinevere looked at me askance with a big question mark expression on her face. I pointed to the kitchen and she was off like a flash. She returned with three cups so we could all have some. I didn't know the twins drank coffee.

The word had gotten spread about my return so my knights of the round table quickly organized a fair in celebration. My father was carried down so he could enjoy the show. Just as soon as he was in position, the twins took up stations on either side of him. He was in seventh heaven as the girls snuggled up to him and gave him little pecks on both cheeks. He told me later that if he had died right then his life would have been complete. Miraculously, his fever broke and he was truly able to enjoy himself.

We were entertained with knights jousting, sword fights, acrobats, more jugglers and a comedy routine put on by a couple of washer women. We spent the whole day enjoying the medieval life as we toured the town. We visited a blacksmith shop, a bakery, a candy maker, a cabinet maker and even an apothecary. Allison and Amelia were all eyes as each new thing was revealed to them. The things they could only read about in history class were being shown to them live. While Allison demurely watched, Amelia grabbed a sledge and tried her hand at smiting. She got the swing of it real fast and was able to make a working hinge out of iron. I just stood there in total awe of the situation. It was most amusing to see a princess in all her royal garb swinging a hammer and having the time of her life. Everywhere we went we were followed by a crowd of men and boys hoping to get a better look at the two princesses. I really couldn't blame them because I watched their every move myself.

A long hard day later it was time to retire again for a good night's rest. That night was different, however, because first Allison and then Amelia came to me in their virtually transparent bra and panties to give me a toe curling kiss good night. Grace just laid there with a big smile on her face because she knew that she would be the recipient of the results of the twins getting me all worked up. And that she was. We had a session of love making which made both of us climb to outer space and come crashing down to a good night's sleep. The twins had to take care of each other and, as I heard, they both launched into orbit.