King Leodegrance, father of Guinevere, gifted Arthur a vast round table, capable of seating 200. And Merlin, with his power of sorcery, enchanted the table so that each knight had his name etched in each chair, the name of which would fade and appear as knights came and departed Camelot.
At that night there was great feasting and merriment, and barrels of wine were consumed with liberal abandon. Spirits rose as the evening progressed, and stories of each knight’s adventures were passed around boastfully.
All the while, King Arthur was quiet, and, although he had been drinking, he stayed calm, smiling contentedly, as Guinevere’s hand rested upon his own.
Sir Gawain rose to his chair. “A toast to our new Queen, may their union be one of joy and content (hic)!!”
Shouts of jubilation resonated around the room, as each man raised, then downed their overflowing horns of wine.
Spirits continued to rise, and Arthur turned his flushed face to his new Queen, and their eyes met knowingly before her face glowed, she smiled and turned away.