"The queen has asked me to show you to your chambers, your grace."

The voice and manner of speech were seductive. Lancelot paused his stance and his raging thoughts to take one swift look at her, before he turned his face away and urged her forward. The female beamed with smiles and walked ahead of him, extremely pleased that he had not refused her. Lancelot walked behind her. Up a flight of stairs, to a bright colorful corridor, and then to the first room by the right.

When ...