Some hours after trying to relax, one ashamed old female servant came to Sir Lionel and informed him: "My lord, everyone is gathering in a room in the other side of the palace. Would you like that I take you there?"<br/><br/>Sir Lionel, still tired, stood up and nodded with a large smile. "Thank you, mylady. Finally I am told about where to meet my other companions". Something was strange - the Round Table had never been so cold to its members. Even so, Sir Lionel could not stop smiling and saying hello to every single servant and soldier in his way. Kindness was one of his most recognizable features and there was no formal reason to act angrily. This is one of the reasons why almost everyone liked Sir Lionel.<br/><br/>When the Knight arrived at the Great Hall, he immediately recognized Sir Kay and Sir Gwain. Sir Lionel was about to wave and rush to the two, when to his greatest surprise, a different Knight was coming towards the doors.<br/><br/>It was a woman! No, it was a girl! Dressed like a Knight, Sir Lionel did not recognize her - that woman was not there in the last meeting of the Round Table. Of course, it had been along time since Sir Lionel had been invited to join, but it seemed things have changed. And they changed a lot. How could a woman be admitted to become a Knight? What about the vows?<br/><br/>Then, his eyes crossed hers. Her eyes were a serene hazel, a mix of spring greens on the inside rim and surrounded by a warm, honey brown. Sir Lionel had a problem with eyes of woman: he liked to look deep into them. Sometimes such an action could be either misunderstood by the women, but his penetrating eyes were never able to hide his actual feelings. As soon as the Knight noticed his eyes were out of control, he lowered his head. He did not want to show he was ashamed. Hopefully, the woman had noticed nothing - after all, she was very young.<br/><br/>Everything was so strange and different and for this reason, it was necessary to act parsimoniously. Sir Lionel bowed respectfully at the girl as if she were a lady, not a Knight. After swallowing dry, he opened a smile, trying to hide he was not feeling comfortable with the situation - the Knight knew the power of a smile to make friends:<br/><br/>"I am Sir Lionel, Lancelot's cousin and Bors' brother", Sir Lionel introduced himself and paused. After considering she might never have seen or heard these names, he continued kindly. "You may not know them as they are part of the old Round Table as I am. Anyway, this is irrelevant. People are to be valued by what they are, not by the kinship."