Iron Man and the Knights of the Round Table

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Horsa (horse) – Jutish Chieftain, worked for Vortigern (british)
Asc- Hengest’s son
Hengest (stallion)- Horsa’s co-ruler in Kent

Arthur shuddered and stopped breathing. Anthony looked up from the dead King in his arms to the other Knights of the Round Table.
“Th- The King . . . is dead.” Said Anthony.
Time seemed to stand still as the knights looked into each other’s eyes and pondered their King’s last request that this foreigner be his successor. The silence was broken by Lancelot. But before he could finish his sentence, they were all shouting in unison:
“Long live the King! Long live Anthony, King of all the Britons!”
“Help me carry him into the castle.” Said Sir Anthony gesturing to King Arthur’s corpse and to Camelot. “We need to arrange a state funeral for King Arthur and I need to discuss a few things with you first before we make me King.”
The other knights nodded their approval as Sir Kay helped Anthony lift Arthur’s body onto his horse. As they went back into Camelot, Anthony mused on all that had happened since he had first arrived at Camelot.
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This story is a sequel to Iron Man #75 in which Iron Man and Dr. Doom traveled back in time to the time of King Arthur. There was a follow up What If? in which Iron man became a knight of the round table and ended up being Arthur's successor. I thought there was a lot more story to tell, hence this sequal
What follows is an incomplete retelling of Iron Man #75 I haven't finished it and won't unless I get demands from reviewers to do so. It will be recapped ina briefer form in the next chapter. So if you want, you can skip ahead to the next chapter.

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It started when Anthony Stark discovered that his company, Stark International, had sold electronic parts to Doctor Victor Von Doom, King of Latveria. He attempted to negate the sale but Doctor Doom simply arranged for the parts to be stolen by his lackeys. After he traced the stolen components back to Doctor Doom’s Castle, he’d confronted the Latverian monarch in his Iron Man armor. Their Argument had turned to fighting and suddenly there was a blinding light. When the Light faded, they found them selves sprawled in a wheat field at the edge of a forest.
“Wh- Where are we?” asked Iron Man as he started pulling himself up.
“The Machinery must have exploded! Cast us into the Courtyard!” replied a bleary eyed Doctor Doom. “But before that interruption, I was making good on my Promise to hang you head in my trophy room!”
“Then come on and . . .” retorted Iron Man as he began to prepare to renew their battle. “. . . hold it! I think that we may have come farther than your courtyard Doom. Look!”
Doom looked back. Gone was the 14th century stone and marble castle in the Balkans. In its’ place was a series of buildings with a stockade around them. He had reached his destination. “Camelot.” Said Doom on seeing where the time cube had taken them.
“Camelot?” asked Iron Man.
“Yes” replied Doom. “I recall now. We were standing upon my time cube as we fought . . . and Doctor Hauptman was perched near the controls! That sniggering weasel must have sought revenge for my killing his brother by attempting to lose me in time!”
“Camelot?” asked Iron Man.
“But things may yet work out” continued Doom. “I’ve been trying to reach this era . . . that’s why the time cube’s controls were preset for this particular Age. Perhaps . . .”
“Cam- . . .” began Iron Man “Now Wait a minute! If we are in the Past, and if whatever sent us here is still in the 21st century, how the hell are we going to get back?”
“An interesting conundrum Lackey” replied Doom “but at present, not my primary concern.”
Suddenly, the two time travelers noticed a quartet of men approaching on horseback. One of them wore and aging roman breastplate and helmet. The other three wore leather armor with iron rings sewn on to it. All four of them were armed with broadswords.
“Stand to, Sir Knights” said Sir Gaius in Latin. “You trespass in the Realm of Arthur, Lord of the Round Table, whose loyal men-at-arms we be. Kneel and show obeisance, ere you be allowed to pass.”
“Kneel? Me?” asked Doom, the anger rising in his voice.
“Easy Doom” said Iron Man trying to sooth the volatile Laverian.
“Mayhaps the cur has forgotten the workings of his joints” said Gaius. “Sir Gareth, refresh his memory.”
As the knight reached out to grab the stranger Doom growled: “You DARE lay hands on me? You have little regard for your life, fool! And I have even less!” With that Doom back handed the knight sending him sprawling from his horse and into a tree.
“He struck Sir Gareth!” exclaimed Gaius. “Such impudence must not go unpunished!”
“It is you who shall suffer punishment beggar!” said Doom as he grabbed Gaius’ sword. By channeling power through my gauntlets into this metal sword, I shall see that you are the first man in history to experience alternating current!”
Gaius screamed in agony as the current coursed through his body.
“Stop it!” yelled Iron Man as he separated the two combatants with a repulsor blast.
“Do you . . . yield?” asked Sir Marcus with fear showing in his inflection.
“Listen Doom, We’re strangers here and we’re not going to get anyplace by antagonizing the locals!” whispered Iron Man. “So I suggest we call a truce and go along with these people, at least until we find out what the score is.”
“You may have a point lackey” hissed Doom. “Very well, I agree. For now . . .”
“And stop calling me “lackey”!” retorted Iron Man.

As they went toward the castle, Iron Man thought: “Thank God my parents sent me to that prep school. Without my Latin classes, I’d be lost now.” They were led into the crude stockade and one of the stone buildings within. One they entered, They found themselves in a room dominated by a pair of thrones on a dias.
“All Bow and Hail Our sovereign Lord of the Round Table and master of all men’s souls: King Arthur and Queen Gwenevere!” shouted Sit Kay.
After the monarchs had been seated and bade everyone rise King Arthur said: “You have always had good cause for interrupting my kingly duties, Sir Gareth. I trust this occasion is no exception.”
“Sire,” began Gareth, “my patrol came upon these strangers in the Hildebrant wood. They displayed great magicks and we feared them to be assassins sent by the evil queen, Morgan Le Fey.”
“Aye, You have done well, Sir Gareth” said Arthur. “My sister’s Machinations are e’er to be watched for. But you whose armor takes the color of the sun, have you an answer to these accusations?”
“Your Majesty,” began Iron Man. “I am the champion of a great ruler in a far-off land. I came to your realm looking for this man, who is called Doctor Doom, with whom my master has a grievance. I seek only settlement and a peaceful return to my country.”
“But what of these tales of sorcery?” asked Arthur. “Have you Magickal powers.”
“I do possess certain . . . abilities, Sire” replied Iron Man. “Ones which I use for the cause of good. Observe.” A slow controlled burn from his boot jets allowed him to rise into the air. A mumur went through the crowd.
“I am most impressed, golden one” said Arthur. “And you, of the verdant cowl, what have you to say?”
“ . . . that I will not lower myself to performing parlor tricks for the rabble, highness, any more than you yourself would!” replied Doom. “For in my own country I am also a King! As witness-“ He stretched forth his arm to reveal a ring on his clenched fist. “-the royal seal of Latveria!”
“I see” said Arthur. “You pose a complex puzzle, indeed, good strangers. One that will take much pondering ere a just solution can be found. Therefore, I will withdraw to my chambers to give judgement on the morrow. Until then, you will be considered my guests . . . so long as you do not attempt to leave this castle.”
As Iron Man was shown to his temporary quarters, his reactions were mixed. He felt trepidation and mixed resentment at being imprisoned. But he also felt a common, empathic respect. For Tony Stark also lives his life within the pressing fist of power. And he could anticipate the uneasy eve that awaited the man called . . . King.

When Queen Gwenevere left the throne room, she went straight to the kitchen. When she entered, several women were hard at work preparing her evening meal.
“We have guests and they will need servants. Let’s see . . . you . . . and you “said the Queen indicating a brown haired Briton who appeared to be in her early twenties and a blonde haired Saxon who was slightly older. Was Hahni her name? “Go to the guest quarters and see that our visitors are made comfortable. See that they get anything they need.”
“Yes, your Highness” they replied with a curtsy.

“Any historian would probably kill to trade places with me . . . and I’d almost kill to let them!” thought Tony Stark as he looked out the window of his room. He had taken off his helmet to relax but it wasn’t helping. “I never felt so . . . alien in all my life. I’ve been far away from home before. But always with the knowledge that I could hop a plane, or boat . . . or hell, even a bicycle . . . and get back eventually. Now, I don’t have that assurance. I don’t even know if I’ve got a prayer. And the worst of it is that I could never fit in here, ever. My world is one of electronics and technology, and there’s nothing for me in this world. Nothing at all . . .”
“Beg pardon, good sir, but as is custom in Camelot, royal guests are provided with companionship during their stay.”
Tony turned to face a beautiful woman that was standing in the door way. She wore a green dress that barred her shoulders and her long brown hair was tied back.
“ I am Elleonora, Sir Knight. And if I may be of service . . . ?”

As she looked upon the stranger, she thought that he must have the strangest armor she had ever seen.
“Here, let me help you out of your armor” said Elleonora, trying to pull the armor off of him.
“You have better let me” replied the stranger unclasping some very unusual clasps that held his armor together. When he finished removing the armor, she saw that undernieth it he was wearing only a small garment that fit on him as tight as a second skin and only covered his crotch. She could tell that he was starting to get excited by the swelling that showed through the garment. She looked around the room for his clothes but could not see them.
“I’m sorry, my Lord, but I can’t seem to find your clothes” she said.
“I did no bring any” replied the stranger putting his arms around her and cupping a breast. He turned he head and kissed her with intensity.
“Oh my Goddess!” thought Elleonora, “he wants my body!” She hadn’t expected this. She was after all, an older married woman. As he parted her lips and brushed his tongue against hers she felt herself flush and her passion arise. She turned and put her arms his neck as she thought: “I guess Sean won’t mind, it’s only for one night. Besides, it’s not as if I had any choice in the matter.”

The next morning Iron Man was called before King Arthur. On arriving, he noticed that Doctor Doom was conspicuious by his absence.
“It would seem, Sir Iron Man, that my judgemant has been made for me!” began Arthur. “During the night just ended, the man you call Doom made clear his true nature, having secretly stolen away from this castle, and having left in his wake the corpse of one of my truest guards . . . as well as a serving girl who can do nought but babble like a cradle-born child! Though even worst, that girl’s prattling seems to concern . . . Morgana Le Fay!”
“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name mentioned” thought Tony. “Forgive me, sir, but histo- . . . –er, current events are not my forte’. Could you possibly explain this “Le Fay” person?”
“Gladly, an explanation is the least you’ve earned for suffering my doubt” replied Arthur. “Morgana, Sir Knight, is my sister. And she is also a Witch, a powerful sorceress who has sought on numerous occations to slay me! But always, with the aid of my mystic sword Excalibre, and my own Wizard, Merlin, Morgana was thwarted. Until at last she was imprisoned in her own castle, held there by enduring spells that would mean her death should she ever quit that citadel’s walls. It was after then that Merlin became enamored with a young Witch. The affair had hardly begun when he disappeared. Now, should Morgana ally herself with this King Doom, she could possibly find the power to succeed where so often before she failed. And this time I would face her alone.
“Sir, if I may . . . ?” inquired Iron Man. “I have fought Doctor Doom in my land. And if you so wish, I will fight him in this one. For you sir, . . . and for the justice we both serve.
“Sir Iron Man, you are indeed worthy of the name, champion.”