Arthur nodded. "I heard you demanded to walk with Guinevere," he commented, with wry smike. "I appreciate it." Although he and the young woman were not yet married- not yet betrothed - he loved her more than anyone in the world and he could not help but be thankful of anyone who would be here when he was not, to look after her in this stange new world. This land was, quite frankly, completely mad, and he was glad of any support they could find. He may not have his Knights, but Lohengrin seemed as good as anything. If not better.
Arthur caught Lohengrin's curious look and replied with a smile of his own, pushing his own fair hair back from his brow. "It has been about half a year since my cornonation," he guessed. It seemed like less time. Since Uther's death (Which still hurt like a knife to the gut), it seemed like every neighbouring Kingdom had decided to take a shot. Arthur was not beyond recognising his luck that none of the attacks had come to anything. Still, he offered the other Knight a fairly embarrassed smile. "I am afraid I'm not yet the man your Father knows. This 'Grail' is somehting I've not heard great mention of."