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Dressed in a fine tunic and some pantaloons, Lancelotarrived for the grand masquerade ball. The King and Queen were seated on theirroyal thrones, watching as all the guests filtered into the large hall. Witheager eyes, Lancelot scanned the room in search of the Lady Angela who hadagreed to be in attendance and would meet him there at sundown, dressed incrimson.

A sea of blue, green and purple gowns greeted him until hespotted a lady dressed in red by the banquet table. Her blonde hair was inringlets and an elaborate gold and silver mask concealed her face.

“Lady Angela,” he said, taking her hand and kissing itgently. “How divine you look.”

Instead of the beautiful soft voice he was accustomed to,Lancelot could hear a raspy mumbling coming from behind the mask.

“Are you unwell my dear lady?”

“No, I don’t feel like talking.”

Lancelot frowned. “But your voice sounds different. Even takinginto account the mask.”

“I have a frog in my throat.”

“Would you care to dance?” He held his hand out for her andshe silently agreed, nodding in approval and allowing herself to be led to thedancefloor.

Before the dance commenced, they stood facing one anotherand Lancelot looked into the blue eyes of his lady. “I must say, your eyes arequite spectacular. I do not recall them being so vivid.”

There was a giggle. They took hands and Lancelot was aboutto move her around him when he noticed the shoes of the lady were not elegantor elaborate but in fact appeared to be muddy old boots. Why on earth would alady such as Lady Angela wear such monstrosities?

“My dear lady, whatever has happened to your feet?” heasked, standing back.

There was a silence and then an awkward mumble. Lancelot noticedsomething familiar in the way Lady Angela moved and it wasn’t the way shenormally did. In fact, it was very masculine, very fidgety and childish. Hisface reddened, hoping he was imagining it.

He reached forward and snatched the mask away. He gasped asthe angelic young face of his squire, Brian, stood staring back at him.

“Lancelot! When you hear what a story this is, you’ll laugh!”

“Brian! You’ll be dead before I hear it. What on earth possessedyou to dress up and slander fair Lady Angela in this way?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it, Lancelot. But she couldn’t make itand I knew you’d be upset and well…I didn’t want you to look a fool.”

“And yet here I am, dancing with my squire who’s wearing adress!”

Brian lowered his head. “You were never meant to know.Sorry, Lancelot.”

Lancelot softened, able to see the kindness in Brian’s act. “Alright,I’ll forgive you. And you know, I did start to worry.”

 “What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t remember Lady Angela smelling like she’d sleptin the stables all day.”

Brian laughed. “Ah she may smell of roses, but I have the mostvivid blue eyes, eh Lancelot?”

What... what happened in it? Scared....

Thank you! It ended up less captured and more an accidental locked in hehe

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“Uh Doctor, I don’t want to worry you but…”

The Doctor frowned, knowing there was no good end to her sentence. “Well, what is it child?”

“I’ve accidentally pulled the handle off this door.”

“Dear, dear, me,” the Doctor said, glancing at the door, “you’re telling me we’re stuck inside this big freezer?”

“Oh Doctor, I’m sorry I led us in here. It was meant to be a prank to scare Ian. I was going to jump out at him. Now I’ve gone and got us trapped. But don’t you worry, Doctor, I’ll think of something.”

“Preferably before we freeze to death, child.”

Vicki searched the freezer for clues. “Of course, these primitive freezers weren’t easy like the later ones,” she told him, “my friend Jules used to tell me ghost stories of corpses found days later.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Where’s that optimism, child? We won’t be defeated by a bit of cold, will we, hmm?”

“I never much liked the cold,” Vicki said, starting to shiver. “It’s not natural to have to wear three coats.”

The Doctor smiled and wrapped his frock coat around her shoulders. Her dress was hardly suitable for coldness.

“Now there must be a switch here somewhere,” the Doctor said.

“I’ll find it, Doctor, it’ll be good to keep warm.” But after several moments, Vicki sighed and sat down beside him. “I don’t think we’re being very clever. We need to have a think about this. What are we missing?”

“Good idea, child, it’s always best to consider the options.”

Vicki cuddled up next to him. “Did it ever feel cold like this where you come from?”

“Oh, it was many things, my dear, coldness was certainly a word to describe…aspects of it.”

“Do you miss it?”

The Doctor stared past her. “I miss…aspects of it.”

“But what about…”

“Don’t be so nosy, child.”

Vicki giggled. “Sorry, Doctor, you’re definitely a difficult person to thaw.”

“You’re a chatterbox, my dear Vicki.”

“I’m trying to stop my face from freezing.”

It was at that moment, the door flung open and Ian and Barbara stood in the doorway. Barbara’s concerned face soon turned into a smirk when she realised the Doctor and Vicki were safe.

“Thank goodness. We wondered where you were,” she said. “We had no idea you’d be chatting away in the freezer.”

“Looking pretty cool eh?” Ian quipped.

 “Very amusing, Chesterton.”

“No need to be chilly with me, Doctor. It’s ice to see you.”

The Doctor got up and strolled past his young companion, not daring to give into his jokes. “Come along, child.”

Vicki, relieved to be in the warm, followed the Doctor, linking her arm through his.

“Think we’ve been given the cold shoulder, Barbara,” Ian joked.

Thank you, no probs :)

With a mirror held up to them, Ian and Barbara glanced attheir reflections and laughed. They were at the mercy of their grandchildrenwho’d set up a beauty salon for the day with the grandparents as guinea pigs.

“Well darlings,” Barbara said, looking at the clown-likemake-up adorning her face, “It’s certainly something.”

“I did the lipstick,” little Emily announced.

“I wouldn’t admit that,” Ian said quietly, nudging Barbara. “DoI look pretty, kids?”

 “No!” The two children said together.

 “Let’s put curlers in his hair!” Freddie said, leaning intothe box of accessories and pulling out Barbara’s rollers.

“I think my hair’s a bit short for that,” Ian replied but itdidn’t deter them and he said not a word until his entire head was filled withpink curlers.

Barbara put her hand over her mouth to stop herselflaughing. “Oh Ian, you do look a picture.”

“I think pink quite suits me.”

“Nanny, can we draw a moustache on you?” Emily asked.

“She’s already half way there,” Ian chuckled but felt a suddenfist punching his arm. He laughed as Barbara pretended to throttle him.

“Wouldn’t it be better if granddad had the moustache?”Barbara said. “I prefer a bit of rouge.” She pointed to her cheeks.

Freddie grabbed the blusher brush and smothered it over heralready painted face. She could feel her skin cracking under the make-up. Whenshe looked at it she was quite horrified at the result.

“Well…it’s very artistic.”

There was a sudden knock at the door and Ian and Barbaralooked at each other as the kids rushed out of the room, leaving them to it.

Favorite Male Character- Brian. Obviously Lancelot but Brian is too cute for words.

Favorite Female Character- Lynette in the Crustabread episode. She was very funny. It had loads of great one off female roles.

Least Favorite Character- No one. Everyone was pretty funny. There was probably some minor character that didn’t leave an impression.

Favorite Ship- Lancelot and Lady Angela were well suited.

Favorite Friendship- Definitely Lancelot and Brian. Such a great relationship. Lancelot really cared for Brian, and Brian was always showing how brave and resourceful he was. Honourable mention: Lancelot and Merlin, teasing each other.

Favorite Quote- Brian being dubbed ‘the prince of pots and pans’ and also one of the lovely quotes about the importance of books.

Worst Character Death (if any)- Its a fun family show, there didn’t tend to be character deaths apart from minor characters.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment- Brian becoming Lancelot’s squire was really sweet. Loved Lancelot and Arthur going undercover as thieves. 

Saddest Moment- It’s not a very sad programme. Hard to think of anything. Lancelot and Arthur having an argument?

Favorite Location- The many castles. The Caledon episode has some nice locations but we love that they used sets.