The Dream Team

King Arthur was the picture of the cheshire cat that got the cream as he listened to the tender splashing of the waterfalls and admired the splendour of the glimmering sunshine on his gilded sword. He was enjoying his 'sword' moment and would normally resent anyone who tries to bother him.
However, when Josephine accosted him, being the gentleman that he was, he made an attempt to accommodate her nonetheless.

"Hello Arthur", she said casually

"Hello Josephine", he replied, his gaze still fixed on his sword.

For a moment, Josephine was quiet. She seemed very perplexed by something but Arthur did'nt even notice.

"And how....." Arthur started.

"I though you would be in hiding by now", she frowned.

"What on earth could make me do such a thing", he retorted.

"Have you forgotten?" she asked condescendingly.

"Forgotten what", he demanded.

"The Big Fight between you and my beau, Napoleon, on saturday." she scoffed.

"Look at my face", he grinned broadly, "am I bovvered?"

"Are youn trying to tell me that you are not terrified?" she asked, her tone loaded with incredulity.

"Terrified?" he mocked, "are you nuts?"

"He wont be fighting alone, you know", she warned, if not threatened.

"And who is it that love him so much that she would be prepared to be blown away with him", he laughed.

"You really wanna know, you really wanna know", she repeated hysterically.

"WAIT, let me guess", he begged derisively, "YOU, armed with the necklace he gave you with the inscription TO DESTINY."
He burst into a deafening laughter which infuriated Josephine.

"You think it's funny", she shrieked, tears streaming down her face.

"It is", he teased.

"it is'nt" she snapped.

"It..."

"Lets hope you will find it funny when you face him, flanked by the monstrous twin dragons and backed by his mighty army", she shouted sarcastically.

"I'm so afraid", he jeered contemptuously.

"I assure you", she smaned, "you're not afraid yet, just wait..."

"For your information", he interjected, "I will not be alone."

"But I heard that your round table has been disbanded", she spat.

"Correct", he cheered with a little of her own sarcasm, "but Guinevere will be treating me to a PEN."

"A PEN?", she shuddered.

"Yes Josephine", he said softly, "a PEN." He was enjoying the look of terror that he had instill in her eyes.

"I MUST warn Napoleon, immediately", she cried and sprinted off over the hills.

"Josephine, please come back", he laughed.

"Are you nuts?" she shouted back, "I would'nt want my beau to meet his waterloo when he come up against you and your PEN."

Ferociously, he pulled his sword from its sheath and wielded it threateningly towards Napoleon's camp and cried out "TO DESTINY."