Last my heart - 1°-…and the snow falls…
He walked in head to the group. In front of him an immense valley overwhelms of snow... to the term a driven in forest.
It was removed intentionally, did not like the air that he breathed... especially that one that was impregnated in the essence of her.
Those eyes had the power to shake him, as no wound had made previously... and they were not the single ones
Those of Arthur that were put down on her, were equally heavy... and for this he was escaped ahead with the excuse of the recognition... wanted to avoid to make to decrease a new night in his thoughts and losing its rationality…
The battle was near, he felt it... It gave one pulled to the horse bringing back it on its previous steps…
"Arthur. If we continue in this direction we will go in their mouth"
"I know It. It prepares you for the battle"
"But we can follow the path to est"
"Lancelot, watches you around, we does not have enough supplies in order not to arrive to the castle following the short path ... that more uncovered... cold chases and if within this night we will not catch up that forest, we'll die for the hands of God and not for that one of the Sassons... "
The knight listened to its captain, knowing already the answer to its questions, it was obvious and he knew it.
Their life would be taken it by the Sassons or by the winter of this cursed island.
"People is destroyed... and aren't you tired Lancelot?"
"Tired to fight for a cause that is not mine... yes Arthur ,I am"
The captain was in order to answer that it was their duty to protect those persons... but his friend anticipated it .
"But I am also legacy to you from somethings that it goes very beyond the personal freedom... and therefore you can always counts on me..."
She was there, just few meters from him,perhaps she had felt all their speeches... the wagon, where she was seated, walked slowly… that movement gave a strange rhythm to the skirt of her topcoat which blinked insistently on to bare ankles .
Bare and perhaps cold.
Goodness knows if the woad were accustoms to suffer the cold… sure him yes… every year passed to fight had taught to him that not ideal day was one in order to fight… the enemy could appear in whichever condition… with ices, than it blocks your hands and it makes to feel you rigid to contact with the cold armor … and also with the sun, when the iron is inflamed and every drop of sweat burns you…
But she was different… it seemed that she did not have fear of null... not even of that cold that frosted her limbs... not even of the battle to which they were going encounter… He noticed that the gaze of Arthur had been turned to watch him … he ripose his eyes in different horizons…
"What do you think Lancelot?"
"Arthur, will you make her to fight if we had to meet the Sassons?"
"She is a woman, my friend , if it was for me would not graze me the idea minimally… but it is also a woad... and I don't think that she will be stand with the hands in hand..." "We will see", the knight answered…
But thinking that the body of the girl still was debilitated from the long imprisonment… an account was to hurl some arrows like in the lake's battle an account would have been a fight body to body…
"Damned weather" It began to snow...
The caravan stopped on the top of one hill…
"By now there are, knights, you know to what we could go in against… We will make from decoy and will cross the valley while the women and the children with the wagons will pass on the lateral path ; we will cover their shoulders so as to to make them it to arrive to the forest" "Merlino will be there to attend to us" …
Artù was speaking to his knights… probably they were discussing on the best strategy to adopt in order to catch up the forest…
He was there … the serious and fierce look … perhaps to fight was what he knew to make better… she thought with scornful air.
And in the meanwhile the cold was frosting her feet... naked… also the garments were not adapted at the moment… but they were the only thing that they had found to give her.
She rubs the legs in order to try to warm them…but nothing … it seemed that the cold entered directly in her boneses.
A snowflake was put down on the tip of her feet… she watched to melt themselves and to become water… she noticed to have lost the sensibility of the hands and of the feet too…
The night still had not arrived… sure the cold would be increased.
While she was absorbed in her thoughts,Guinevere felt a heat mantle, to come down on her shoulders…
"You can hold it, I don't need it" Lancelot had been approached and with making fast its cape had been removed and he had put down it on her shoulders… it was still warm of his heat.
"What makes to think you that of I have need, knight "
She answered in scornful way…she was enable to care of her needs ,herself… it would not have never intentional to accept a care from a knight like Lancelot…
It was little time that they were known… but in her it was endured released a motivating force that prevented her not to enter in competition with that man… a man so sure of him that turning out unpleasant also to the pebble, she thinks…
"Sure from the way in which youlook at me, myladie" therefore after saying , he went over…
Inwhat way was she watching him? While she was being interrogated in the warm of that embrace of wool still heard:
"You can make of that what you preferred, milady"
"Knight!"She called him with firm voice…
Lancelot was turned to watch the figure of Guinevere wrapped in his cape… From that face, that it had found again a little red heat, two smiling eyes dulled .
"Thanks"
She saw him smiling for a moment, then his look return serious like always… sure in that moment there wasn't space in his mind for futile thoughts…
The heat allowed her to think with more rationality... she would have fought also ... she would not have waited for with to the others in the forest... she would have made her part.
She began to try something that it was adapted to the battle, soon would have given back the cape to Lancelot, the only thing she wasn't sure if she would given back black as the night, or spotted of the blood of someone...
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The battle and a dangerous disappearance…
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Astasia