If my book were ever made into a movie, I would want Jennifer Love Hewitt to play the part of Trilesa. Who's Trilesa? Read the note below.
Note: A third of the novel, Lancelot and the Tides of Time occurs several hundreds of years into a future where an evil demonic king controls what used to be Camelot. When Merlin uses his magic to transport Lancelot into the future, Lancelot realizes that his fate does not lie in the old Camelot which is under vicious attack from Morgan and her son, but in the future Camelot where he can restore hope. This is an excerpt from that time in the future. Trilesa is a woman Lancelot meets in the future and falls in love with. Trilesa is prophesied to bear a son who will be a great king. Rittlock, of course, wants it to be his son, so he is forcing Trilesa to marry him.
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Lancelot crawled out from under the wagon and
hunkered down at the end farther away from the platform.
A trumpet blasted in the air. "It is time." Jorn held a long
metal tube and pointed it into the air. It had a trigger similar
to what Lancelot had seen on crossbows. He pulled the
trigger; a short flame burped from the front of the tube, and
smoke spilled from the back. Lancelot watched an
explosion high in the air. Though it was daylight, he saw
green and red sparks scatter everywhere.
"Fireworks." Rare where he came from, Lancelot
had seen them once before at the celebration after Arthur
and Gwenivere married. He saw a horseless carriage
approaching, and gasped when he saw that it had no wheels
and floated a foot off the ground. He never dreamed such
things were possible. Doors slid open on the vehicle.
Rittlock stepped out, followed by four guards. Lancelot
noticed no swords in their hands, but each carried a silver,
slim metal rectangle—more magic, he guessed-and they
pointed them at people as if they were weapons.
Another horseless carriage-this one white-pulled up
to the platform. Soldiers moved between carriages and the
people who began to press close. Another door slid open,
and then Trilesa appeared. She stumbled as if someone had
shoved her.
Jorn raised the cannon a second time, pointed it into
the air, and pulled the trigger with the same results: the
bright explosion and a shower of sparks.
As the sparks burned out, a woman pushed forward
and cried out, "This is the witch who will bear his demon!"
The soldiers could have butchered her on the spot,
but apparently, Rittlock wanted to make a different kind of
impression. One of his personal guards stepped toward the
woman. The crowd shrank away and left a clear path
between the guard and the woman.
"Do not let this evil union happen."
The guard raised the silver object.
"It will mean the end-"
The guard pressed a button. A beam of blue light
flew from object, hit the woman squarely, and froze her in
her steps. The blue spread over her body and then she
vanished.
Silence fell.
Rittlock walked up the steps onto the platform. "Let
the ceremony begin."
Trumpets blared. Jorn fired a cannon into the air.
During this cacophony of noise, Lancelot climbed into the
wagon. In its floor lay three more of the cannons. Not
wanting to be seen until he was ready to act, Lancelot took
one of the cannons in his hands and crawled to the end of
the wagon near to the platform. When he allowed himself
one more peek, he noticed about 30 Guards arranged in a
half circle around the platform. He could not kill all of
them, and all the other soldiers holding back the crowd, and
the four guards with their silver sorcery, but he believed he
could get to Rittlock if he created enough of a diversion.
"Merlin, be with me," he whispered.
He rose suddenly and fired a cannon at the two
horseless carriages. The shot hit the white carriage and
exploded. Lancelot next aimed at the guards in the front of
the platform who were scrambling, trying to figure out what
happened. He pulled the trigger again. The shell hit in the
middle of several guards, exploded, and blew them off their
feet. "One more," he whispered.
By then, they had figured from what general
direction the shots came and soldiers scrambled toward the
wagon. He pointed, fired, and a shell exploded in front of
them and blasted soldiers backward and sideways. Lancelot
tossed the cannon aside, drew his sword, and jumped off the
end of the wagon. The sword, though not his own, did its
work well. Lancelot swung it through the air and its blade
cut into flesh.
Lancelot could fight like ten men and he did.
Two soldiers recovered from their initial surprise
and charged with swords upraised.
Lancelot gave thanks he did not have to deal just yet
with the silver sorcery. The first guard swung a sword and
Lancelot blocked it with his own, and then ducking and
whirling, he hit the soldier in the side. He fell clutching his
wound with blood oozing through his fingers. Lancelot
drove his sword straight up into the chest of the second
attacker-two gone.
The soldiers had not trained as much with swords as
Lancelot had because he quickly dispatched two more as he
advanced. Two more soldiers lunged forward with swords
outstretched, but Lancelot leapt aside and with one
downward swing broke their blades in half. With his fist
curled around the handle of his sword, he punched the
nearer guard and his head crunched into the other's so that
both crumbled to the ground.
Lancelot raced for the steps of the platform.
Soldiers rushed forward but Lancelot transferred all his
strength to his legs and leapt up, turning a somersault in
midair. He cleared their heads and landed on the platform,
his sword ready to disembowel anyone who stood between
him and Trilesa.
"Don't move, Lancelot," Rittlock said.
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