Sir Lionel had arrived early in that morning after galloping the whole night. As no one had welcomed him - he was indeed quite surprised with such a coldness in his reception-, he went to a room in the North side of Camelot and sat on the ground, covered with some richly decorated tapestries. Of course, it had been a long time since Sir Lionel last visited Camelot but this fact did not seem an excuse. After all, his presence had been requested with urgence by a misterious messenger who had arrived three days before in his property.<br/><br/>The temperature was pleasant and Sir Lionel was not bothered that he had neither a bed, nor a mattress. As a Knight, he should be live as the poor although many disagreed with this unwritten rule - Sir Lionel himself was a large rural land owner and a major wheat producer. In spite of that, as a Knight, he should be humble - waiting for high honours would go against this Golden Rule of Chivalry. Differently from other knights, Sir Lionel believed that all his gold had not spoiled the sincerity of his vows he had made for God, Saint George and King Arthur.<br/><br/>Probably, King Arthur would have better accommodations for guests, but as Sir Lionel had not been offered, Sir Lionheel stayed there, quiet and calmly. The handsome knight laid his sword next to his body and watched everyone coming in and out - soon, he would find out that the room was next door to the kitchen. Many young female servants were passing in front of his eyes, but he was so tired that he could not focus any of them.<br/><br/>Slowly, Sir Lionel leaned his head on the cold wall and continued watching the somehow hypnotizing movement of the servants. He could not sleep because both his extremely tired body and the noise made by the servants.