A sword struck my side, the blood poured out like a waterfall. The world began to spin, the Saxons' face stared at my dying face. I could have sworn that he smiled as he walked away in the thick smoke. I fell to my knees, choking from the blood clogging my throat. My face hit the dirt, and I took a deep breath, that's when I saw him. Lancelot. I did not know him before this day. All I saw was his blurred vision coming towards me, his strong arms picking me up, and his voice saying, "Your going be alright, I'll make sure of it." That's when the world went blank.
The world came back into focus hours later. He was the first one I saw, leaning over me, his hand on my forehead. "Is she going to be alright?" He looked to a woman who was apparently nursing me. "It was a deep stab; I have to say I am surprised she is alive. But it is heeling, and she is stable, she should be fine. She's a strong one, that girl almost killed that Saxon she did; I was watching her from the carriage. She fought like a pro with that sword." I watched Lancelot's face, it became thoughtful. I wondered what he was thinking, did that impress him?
"Oh, she's awake! Hello dear, how are you feeling?" The woman asked. I searched for my voice, in my failure to find it I sat up. "Ahh" I grunted, and threw my hand to my side. That's when I noticed my armor was gone, and I had no clothes on, only a wrap around my chest and side. That explained why Lancelot had averted his eyes, though he kept glancing at me, seeming unsure if he should look away. I showed nothing but I knew for a man that had been at war, a woman's body seemed forbidden. "Be careful, dear! You were badly injured; Lancelot here saved your life. If it wasn't for him you would have died." He gave a crooked smile and nodded his head slightly. I couldn't help but smile back, "Thank you" "I was just doing what I am here for." The woman hit him on the arm, "Couldn't you just say a simple, 'your welcome'?" I laughed but it sent pain all through my body, "Ahh!" "Oh, oh, you need to rest. Lay down, there you go. Stay down now, I'll go get some water." She stood and walked out of the carriage. Now that I was down with the blanket over me, he came closer and got on his knees next to me. "What is your name?" I swallowed, "Clara" I felt heat on my face as his face passed mine and he put his ear on my chest to hear my heart. I breathed deep to try and keep it from racing, but I failed. His black curly hair tickled my throat, I stretched my neck to see his face a bit, and when I did I saw him smiling with his eyes closed. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes; he had obviously heard it racing.
His head rested on my chest, and breathing deepened, he had fallen asleep. I matched my breathing with his, he had to be terribly tired, he was a knight. I had heard so many tales of him. A knight of Arthur, fearless, strong, and as my mother described him, handsome. I had always admired the stories and him especially. Now here he was. I was acting as a rest for his head after a hard day at war. I saw the woman who had been nursing me peek through the curtain, smile, wink at me, and disappear. The carriage began to move, and I could see through the cracks in the wooden walls, my village. Burned, my friends and neighbors lying dead every where. I was a lone survivor of a Saxon invasion, only because a knight had saved me. I was indebted to him, and I would now try and stay by his side so I could do and be anything he needed. In thanks for my life. This must be the beginning of a great journey.