Arthur and the Sarmatian knights stationed steadily on the hill on horseback. "There is the bishop's caravan." The knights were content on viewing their last duty before their commission ended. But the relief was short lived, when the Woad ambush stampeded from the thick woods. Arthur and the knights fleeted down the hill with full stride to intercept.

Woad bodies littered the fields with blood and debris of weapons and horses. Bors look into the papal carriage and saw a dead, over-decorated man.

Arthur observed, "That is not the bishop." He turned to armored Roman on horse.

The true bishop revealed himself, "Ancient trick for ancient dogs." The Sarmatians and Romans recovered from battle. Galahad and Gaiwan were assessing the horses.

Dagonet was scanning over the corpses for any weapons or articles of use. He was squatted over a body when he heard shuffling in another Roman carriage. "Arthur," he called.

Arthur was discussing with Lancelot when he heard the beckoning. "What is it, Dagonet?" he slapped his friend's shoulder.

Dagonet looked around to see if anyone would eavesdrop and hunch his shoulders up as he spoke in confidence. "There's something in there, something alive."

"Perhaps, a hunting dog," Arthur believed it was common for traveling groups to have.

"No, something bigger, like a person," Dagonet urged.

"I will find out," Arthur nodded and shared concern. He left Dagonet to question the bishop of the transport. "Bishop, what is in that carriage?"

"It's nothing," the bishop said with too much dismissive reaction.

"If it is nothing, why slow the caravan with extra weight?" Arthur stood firm and countered. The bishop fished a key from under his garment shirt and handed it to Arthur.

"If there is any alive, I may be generous to give one to you," the bishop grinned. The bishop's tone could leave the impression of cattle or an exotic pet to offer.

Arthur paced and caught eye with Gaiwan and Galahad. "Gaiwan, Galahad, I need you." The two posed with a questioning look, stood, and followed in trail.

"Arthur, what is it?" Gawain walked next to Arthur.

"The bishop is hiding something in the carriage, I am afraid what I am presuming."

Galahad increased pace to match Arthur's on the other side. "What do you think it is?" Galahad asked. They stopped. Arthur unlocked the chains across the doors. Arthur yanked the chains. He opened the doors.

"That is what I was afraid of," Arthur exhaled. Their eyes looked in and saw a few bodies piled on one another. There were two huddled in a corner. What did all these bodies had in common? They were all female. "Get them all out," Arthur said with a soft, yet strong tone. Arthur and Gawain went inside to remove them.

"Galahad, search them for life," he turned his head. Three bodies were handed out. Galahad looked at them. He checked for a breath, warmth, a heartbeat, a stir, anything. The bodies were still as the ground.

Arthur hunched in the carriage looked over to the two live ones. One had eyes of wretched fear as if he had a sword in hand. The other's eyes had a strong, knowing eyes. Gaiwan spoke, "Do not fear, we come to help." The one with the weaker eyes began to cry out in hysterics. Gaiwan decided just to grab her and get her out and absorb her weak thrashings.

Arthur stooped to the quiet one. She looked in better condition. The windows were covered. He could only see the light reflected from her eyes from the outside. She, in turn, only saw his silhouette from the bright light behind. "I have no intentions to harm," he reassured. He hoped she will not react like the other. She did not, she allowed him to carry her out and placed her on the ground. The wind and fresh air were unfamiliar to her skin and lungs, as if in a different world. Her eyes were squinted by the vast light. Galahad was trying to comfort the hysterical one but no alas. At least, he knew she was alive.

So, he attended to the quieter one. "Are you hurt?" he said as his eyes scattered across her form. Just then, her eyes widen and her pupils enlarged at the recognition of voice and vision. Galahad did not understand her reaction and looked concern. She raised her hand and showed her palm, "Galahad?" She held his jaw.

His eyes were instantly animated in joy and worry. "Creiddylad?" he asked although he knew the answer already. She gave a faint smile and exhale for relief and allowed her hand to fall down. The sudden relief caused her to quickly fall to a slumber of exhaustion. Galahad involuntary look to his palm to find an identical mark. He scolded himself to not have recognize her earlier. Her long golden brown hair, her brown, green-speckled eyes, and her smile were overwhelmingly familiar.

"Thanks gods," he whispered and stroked her face. "You know her?" Arthur observed the exchange. "Aye, she is from my village," he answered never leaving his eyes from her.

Arthur shifted back to the bishop to demand explanation. "Bishop, what was their purpose?"

"It was a long journey. My men needed... entertainment. Help with the soldier morale, you should understand that Artorius," he casually said.

"I do not understand the forcing of women. Then, torturing them til death."

"Your sentiments are charming, Artorius," the bishop walked away.

Arthur wished he could have beheaded the back that was turned on him. He restrained for his knights and their freedom. Their freedoms should not be sacrificed for one rash act. Because for him, they have restrained against the Romans as well. Bors, Dagonet, and Gaiwan quickly buried the three remains. The petite, black haired girl still shook and cried relentlessly.

Lancelot shook his head, "She will not cease." Dagonet quickly went to his saddlebag, pulled a jar with a cloth, and came to the screaming girl. He poured a mixed herb liquid onto the cloth, then placed it to her mouth. She was too weak to reject. In between cries, she inhaled the cloth. Shortly, she was subdued in a peaceful state. "Thank you, Dagonet, I have no idea when she would stop." "Hopefully, she'll be sleeping until we get to the Wall."