Round Table #2

The Red Knight was waiting for them on the drawbridge, hale and hearty, arms outstretched in welcome.
‘There was no need to dress up. You can shed your armour in the bothy’ he declared.
Stripped down to chainmail they entered the great hall. Lady Guinevere had prepared an extravagant organic feast of tasty oriental delights. The conversation flowed until the Red Knight brought the table to order with the motion: ‘Could the new generation of siblings be trusted to maintain the family bond?’ Ties were loosening fast. A concerted effort would be needed to prevent these ancient families drifting apart.