Death

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

Why, why, why did Arthur have to stay here, why couldn't he have gone back to his precious Rome as he had so ardently desired, but no, the mans' sense of honour had gotten in the way.

I swiftly despatch the Saxon that had tried to attack me from behind and engaged another in a swift moving battle of which the man had no chance of winning. I poured all my fury and anger into killing Saxon after Saxon in a deadly dance of flashing blades and dying screams.

Why couldn't he have let well alone, why didn't he listen to me?

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.

Through the fire and haze I see Guinevere battle a particularly nasty looking Saxon who throws her to the ground.

Damn that woad, Arthur was in love with her, I think I knew that even before he did, well I wasn't about to see my friend hurt again by the death of another he cared about. I had seen it many times, every time one of his knights died Arthur would withdraw into himself and her death would only hurt him more, and I was damned if I was to let it happen again

Steeling myself I whistle to my horse and gallop to her position killing the few Saxons that get in my way. I get there just in time to prvent the Saxon bringing his sword down on her, kicking him away from her I again enter the deadly dance of killing, Twirl, Strike,Parry, before the Saxon renders me a blow with his shield that stuns me for a few moments

Finally, a Saxon worth killing.

I smile sarcasticlly before striking out again, again I am stunned when he punches me before retailiating with a kick that floors him. Turning I quickly bring death to the saxons that now try to kill me and make time for their leader to escape. Spining round the whole world seems to stop as the crossbow enters me

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries"Here comes the rout"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

Stupid fool you forgot about him

The Saxon has a smug expression on his face which riles me and I find the strength to throw my blade into his stomach, his smug expression is quickly replaced by one of pain and fear.

I will see him die before me if It is the last thing I do upon this earth

We fall to our knees almost at the same time and I struggle forward determined to end this Saxons life. Ignoring the pain that lance through my body I pull my blade out of the Saxon and raise it high, trying to get it into his neck to sever his spinal cord, his struggles briefly with my arm, but my fury brokes no argument and the blade slids through his neck. Then and only then do I allow my body to fall to the ground. In the midst of my pain memories flash before my eyes.

My mother with her beautiful eyes and sweet laugh, my father with his great booming voice, my siblings running round outside our home, the green grasses of my home, Arthur teaching me archery, My first fight, the knights we lost. I would never see home again although I did not regret staying, I would have followed Arthur to his hell if he so asked of me. My eyeslids feel heavy and everything is going numb, the sounds of battle have disappered, my thoughts turn hazy.

She had beautiful eyes, sweet voice, green grasses, archery, knights lost, fighting.

Eyes, voise, green, death, Arthur.

Then there was nothing.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love