There she sat, again.
Her long lean legs hanging over the wall.
Every night he found her in that position,silent and looking in the distance.
She didn't do anything,she didnt cry, she barely blinked her eyes.
Every night when he walked home she was there again.
Sometimes he wondered if she ever went home.
He held his step and carefully looked up, she was gone.
He sighed,tomorrow he would ask what she was aways sitting there for.
The following night she was sitting there again, as usual.
He walked up the steps alongside the wall.
He tried to be as quiet as possible when he approached her.
With a jolt she looked his way,as if she was scared
"hey"
she didn't answer and stared at the outstretching lands below her.
I sat next to her and glanced at her expressionless face out of the corner of my eye.
"it isn't wise to be out so late"
she didn't answer and was getting up from her spot on the stone wall.
"why are you always sitting here?"
by now she was at the stone steps and stood still.
I thought she was not going to answer any of my questions and stared at the nightsky.
" I'm waiting" she said softly.
"for what?"
again no answer,and when I turned to look at her she was already gone, leaving me behind on the chilly stone wall.
Every night he saw her sitting on the wall, waiting.
He didn't understand,what or who was so bloody important to be sitting in the cold for?!
He saw her vert often, and tried to start a conversation.
At one night she finally said something back.
"I'm waiting for the knights to return"
the knights?, I was confused why the hell was that girl waiting for those famous knights?!
What had she have to do with them?
She didn't speak and stared at the dark forests again.
"why?!" I blurted out.
"why not?"
"I don't understand"
"you don't have to,I just simply like to see them return unharmed"
"somebody in particular?" I joked.
I saw a light blush beginning to form on her cheeks.
"maybe" she answered.
I laughed out loud, she was pretending to be mysterious and all, but at the end of the day she was just a girl with a silly crush.
Quite ironic how she was always sitting here alone, waiting on a bitter, alchol addicted bloke on a smelly horse.
"who is it then?" I asked.
"Does that matter?"
"yes, ofcourse"
"oh,..." she was once again silent.
I heard horses approaching.
King Arthur and his men where back at the fort.
I counted the men on horseback, twelve, good.
The girl next to me sighed.
They all had returned.
I followed the knights with my eyes, riding trough the gate.
"don't you have a lover to attend to?' I sneered.
She shrugged,"I watch him return safely, and that is enough."
She stood up and disappeared in the dark night.
I huffed "strange little girl"
But deep inside, I knew exactly what she meant.