"Ah, these two are Duke Pellinore and his only son, Sir Percival, wielder of the Holy Spear.
Gentlemen, this is Sir Bedie.
Bedivere Bedwyr Bedrydant, Fifth Seat of the Round Table and our king's Chief Court Steward."
After introducing Pellinore and his son to Bedivere, Sovell introduced Bedivere to them in turn.
Once the three had exchanged pleasantries, Bedivere shot Sovell a meaningful look:
The Holy Spear? Isn't that thing in your hands?
Sovell answered with a look of his own:
His Holy Spear isn't the same one as mine.
Not the same one? Could it be...?!
Yep.
Sovell nodded, confirming Bedivere's guess, then said:
"Well, Sir Bedie, I still need to take our two guests to see our king. I'll be on my way."
"Our king... ah! Lunch! Our king's lunch!
Sir Sovell, I have to go! Damn it, how did I forget?"
The mention of Artoria reminded Bedivere that it was nearly noon, yet lunch still wasn't ready.
He steadied his sword with his prosthetic arm on the other side and hurried deeper into the palace.
"Er... sorry you had to see that, gentlemen. Hahaha."
Sovell gave a couple of awkward laughs, unable to hide his helpless expression.
"Not to worry. Let us continue, Sir Sovell."
Pellinore urged him on a little, probably because he had been standing in the blazing sun for too long.
Another five minutes passed before Sovell reached the doors of the great hall and instructed a guard to announce them and request an audience.
"Lord Sovell, what about these gentlemen's weapons?"
The guard glanced at the longsword at Pellinore's waist and the enormous spear sheath on Percival's back, looking uncertain.
Pellinore had already been about to remove his sword, but Sovell's next words left him utterly astonished.
"It's fine. You don't need to