Prologue
When all is done
At Badon Hill
And the woads stand back
And look at their kill
When two more knights
Courageous and brave
Have now joined Dagonet
In his cemetery grave
Now the Saxons have been defeated
The battle lost and won
The knights still have their freedom
What's to be done?
REWIND.
What if any of this had never happened?
What if it had been different?
What if two girls had been found in that room North of the Wall?
Or would the story still have the same ending?
It was so cold that day. The knights had all approached their destination north of the wall. They had fought the woads to get there, and now had to make sure the Pope's favourite God child, Alecto, arrived back safely, to gain their freedom. Freedom that, by right, belonged to them already.
The people, packed in their carriages or on foot, were now restless and waiting to go. Alecto was packed up safely in a carriage with his father, who, unwillingly, has agreed to come back to the wall. All the knights were ready to go. They could almost taste their freedom.
Suddenly, the drums sounded. Loud, thumping drums. Marching drums. A sound so loud that it could only be made by the march of thousands. Thousands close at hand. Many of the knights were murmuring to each other. Tristan, for one, was keen to make a quick getaway.
But Arthur, their leader, seemed distracted. Two of Marius' mercenaries were bricking up a door. Everybody there knew there was something wrong, but fearing or their own lives, no one dare say.
Arthur called Dagonet to his side, to break down the wall. There was more protest form the knights as the drums continued, and the snow fell heavier over the whole scene. Mercenaries shouted, trying to block the way, but no man with any ounce of wit would get between Dagonet and his axe.
A matter of seconds later, the wall was knocked down, and the door behind was being tried. On being told it was locked from the inside, Dagonet was called on again. With one kick, the door was down.
Arthur entered, followed by a few of the knights, and, unwillingly, a monk or two.
Flames lit the way as the knights climbed the slope down into the stone room…
A/N: I know this is short, and the next chapter will be short too, 'cos I'm kind of new and this is my first story…sorry about the length.
