It was cold. So cold. The will to live had left me, but somehow, I was still alive.
Through the cold, I still moved my lips, singing for the heart I wasn't sure was still beating.
"Teera leera…" I sang. My lips froze and would no longer move. I felt suddenly as if I was floating through air and I was surrounded by darkness.
Lancelot POV:
I laughed, not knowing what I was laughing at, but didn't really care. I stood from the table and started weaving my way through the people who gathered here every night. It had been three years since the famous battle where I had almost lost my life, and only two since Arthur had moved us all here; to this secret passage riddled city.
I liked it here, the only problem was all these people flocking to our new city, determined to ruin every last bit of piece our lives had ever had.
I sulked quietly as I walked through the city to where the river Lye flowed through the streets. I had no woman. At least, no woman who had cares other than how much money I would put in their pocket when I was through with them.
I came to where the river flowed and stared down into the black water specked with ripples from the rain that started to fall.
I was about to turn and be on my way when a shriek rent the air. Turning upriver towards the sound, I saw a boat.
The boat was small, made to carry one or two people. It was lined with fine pillows and a quilt that were damp from the rain. Then my eyes came upon what had caused such distress. A lady lay upon the quilt, her body still and her eyes empty.
She had lovely blond hair that reached her knees and a flowing white gown that trailed through the water.
I hardly noticed when people poured out of the hall, gasping in surprise. As the boat drew near I read the words that had been painted along the prow.
'The Lady of Shallot'
My brothers in arms stood beside me and we watched as the little boat drew even with us. "She has a lovely face." I murmured, studying the beautiful features of the woman and trying to imagine her alive and well.
I turned my head to see Arthur beside me, nodding.
"God in his mercy lend her grace." He spoke sadly, turning away from the depressing sight. I remained, walking slowly beside the small boat as it floated away.
"Strange how fate chooses its victims and champions."
I spun, reaching for a sword that wasn't there. Merlin simply gave me one last meaningful look before turning and disappearing into the shadows.
I growled, I never liked that man. But as I turned and watched the beautiful lady float away, I wondered why he spoke of fate.