OKAY I ONLY OWN VERGARA BUT NOT ONE LINE IN PARTICULAR THAT SHE SAYS.
CHAPTER 2
What a miserable place this is, thought Vergara angrily to herself, she was a soldier and they didn't ever really complain, but this was different, it had taken almost two months to reach the tip of Gaul, to catch that boat, and now she was riding once again to Hadrian's Wall, and it had been raining non-stop since she got there, surely these people need sunlight or what would grow, she looked around her, and surprisingly her surrounding was lush with vegetation, and untamed woods, perfect for the barbarians.
Whilst deep in thought she knew she was approaching the wall, it had taken another week off the boat, but she finally made it, although she could feel she wasn't the only one who made it as well. She continued as if nothing was wrong and twenty minutes later she got off her horse and brought it to the tip of the woods, she pretended to stretch, she could hear people approaching, she found a tree and she climbed up and sat down on a branch, she waited patiently. Two drunk Romans waddled up to the horse gurgling in drunken Latin, and one noticed the horse.
"Your to...*hiccup*...to pretty to be out here lets bring you inside" one of the men slurred out, as they started leading the horse away Vergara made her move. She swung down from the branch and landed on her feet.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to take what isn't yours"?
"Well who's this pretty miss who's runnin' her mouth"? The second one spoke.
"No ones ever told me that my pretty, and I'm about to take something else that should belong to me." He lunged at her; Vergara ducked and pulled his arm around his back, and grabbed at knife from her leg.
"Let's get this right, I'm not nor will ever be your pretty, and I'd ask you to kindly give me my horse back, it would be in your best interest." She pressed the blade closer to his throat.
"Damnit you heard what the women said give her, her bloody horse back." The first Roman yelled at the second, the second Roman released her horse and Liberata came walking over to her. She jumped on her horse and galloped away, if any man did that to her again, he would be asking to die, before she left she called out.
"Now remember this as the day you almost caught Vergara the warrior temptress." The winds carried one of the Romans voices over to her, it said.
"Huh that line could really catch on."
It was midday the next day, when Vergara finally reached the wall fort, its massive stone ramparts, and thick outer walls were something to behold, if they need me to help protect them with this fortress, they really must not be good warriors. She trotted her horse up to the front gate, and a man with blue face paint walked up to her, she didn't remove her cloak she wasn't ready for people to stare at her beauty yet.
"Name and business, traveler."
"My name is Vergara, I come from Rome on orders from Bishop Germanius, to enter this place."
"He does not control this place anymore, leave."
"My orders were to speak with King Arthur."
He looked taken back and quickly added, "Of course, open the gates." He cried out.
Vergara entered the fort, it was dingy and gray, many people were dirty, it smelled of dirt, sweat, droppings, and slightly of blood. People crowded around to she who this person was sent from Rome to speak with the King. A man appeared at her side whilst she was still trotting.
"I am Jols, you may come down from your horse and your things will be placed in your chambers, follow me and I will lead you to Arthur he is waiting with his other Knights."
"Thank-you Jols." She nodded to him.
He walked with her through a maze of tunnels, and dark passageways, he showed her her room, and then pointed her out to the meeting room. Jols pushed back the doors and announced her in. She waltzed in and the men, were standing up she bowed to them, and then removed her hood, she heard the men gasp. Here we go again, and she internally rolled her eyes. She met each man in turn with her eyes, and they each lingered on her.
"King Arthur, I am here under orders from Bishop Germanus, to help you with your uhm Saxon problem." Hearing her voice Arthur jolted from his daydream, you have a wife, a queen you love her, remember you love her, he thought to him self.
"Yes, we do need help from you, the Saxons have been regrouping, we need all the help we can receive."
"And apparently the best looking as well." She heard a knight with long curly hair, and a goatee say, with a seductive look in his eyes. You don't even stand a chance, she wanted to shout out. She just gave him a playful smile, but hard cold eyes. He immediately caught his breath in his throat, and looked down.
"Do we know when to expect them"?
"We believe the better part of a month and a half."
"So not much time then, are your armories safe and do you have more than one blacksmith on hand at all times?"
"Yes, our armories, are well stocked, as are our food supplies, we have two blacksmiths on hand in the fort." Responded a shorter bald man. "I am Bors milady, and you are welcome to the tavern to have a meal with us tonight if you wish."
"You are also welcome in my bed, Vergara." Responded the man with curly hair. At that point she was done with his outbursts.
"You my knight are welcome also on the business side of my blade, lest you make another crude remark." She heard a soft chuckle from a man with unusually high cheek bones and dark braided hair. Vergara smiled wickedly at the man with curly hair.
"Your name fair knight?" She played the role of helpless damsel so well sometimes, he walked up to her, took the back of her hand and kissed it. "Lancelot, my fair lady."
"Well Lancelot you have quite the king here, so keep your attention on his words and not so much on my chest, and your fantasies that keep you warm at night." She smiled seductively and his face became bright red, again there was stifled laughter, and again she turned to the man with the high cheek bones. "Arthur I am glad we spoke, I will retire now if you have anything else you would like to discuss do not hesitate to ask although I think in private it would be more productive", she stared directly at Lancelot when she said that line, "and Bors I will possibly take you up on your offer, good day."
She bowed to the knights, but stared down Lancelot, she was going to have to look out for him. She stood up retrieved her cloak, and walked to her chambers, she was going to have fun here she just knew it.
Her surroundings were nothing like her Roman home, this place was almost totally wooden, and dark, it was cold and drafty, nevertheless, she forced herself to take a shower, just looking at the people here made her feel dirty. A woman named Vanora came to her aid with quite a large wash basin, and what seemed to Vergara as gallons of scalding hot water.
"You're a girl right?" Vanora questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"So why are you fighting like a man, rather than bein' a wife to 'em?"
"I see we have many different views on things Vanora."
"You're a pretty one at that too, you been here for almost 2 hours and already Lancelot is swooning."
"Ah yes, Lancelot has already been quite forward with me, sadly his charms are wasted, he is no match for me." She smiled wickedly at Vanora, who gave out a laugh. "Vanora, you see I was blessed with beauty, so because I was beautiful I was given a choice of what to be, it sounds unbelievable, but it happened. I was sick of these young girls being so helpless, only being used to bear children, or to pleasure men, and then they are tossed to the side."
"Aye, so what are you going to do about it girl?"
"Vanora, I'm going to set an example." She looked her in the eye as she said it and by the way Vanora turned away she knew she believed her.
"Uhm, Galahad will keep watch outside you're door, its safe here, but sometimes, the ale jugs get drained." Vanora lifted both her eye brows, and brought her head down, and made her eyes large, Vergara understood all too well.
Galahad, a young looking soldier from the meeting with Arthur came walking into her room, he had a bearded face, and long curly hair. A beard, a way to mask you're youth, she thought the boy looked to be in his early twenties, no older than herself.
"Galahad, I'm surprised Lancelot didn't jump at the chance, to guard my bathing." She asked half surprised and also trying not to laugh, the thought of Lancelot trying not to peek at her from behind the door was too much.
"Oh he jumped, but Arthur wouldn't let him."
Vergara chuckled once again to herself, oh the next time he saw her, it would be a full on courtship. Vergara, closed the door and took out her perfume bottles, she didn't believe in vanity, but there were some things she didn't leave home without. She took out a vanilla scent, poured it into the water, and then mixed it around, soon the scent wafted through the air. She took off her clothes, and then her weapon straps, she kept one on the table beside her, you could never be too careful. Apparently however she was, she lowered herself into the basin, and her dagger which was sticking outward, grazed her arm and gave her a long jagged cut. She gasped loudly in pain, and hissed. Galahad came racing into the room chivalry and all, sword at the ready for the harm that she could not handle.
"Come out and fight like a man." He yelled, he looked forward and sideways, to try a find the evil, that had made Vergara scared. He turned to Vergara and a blush immediately crept over his face, I've never seen a naked woman before, now I know what Lancelot means, she's beautiful she's mesmerizing, I can't look away.
"You've nothing to fear Galahad; I merely cut myself on my blade….." She wondered why he was staring at her so intently, she knew she was naked, although she made no attempt to cover herself, then realization hit her.
"You've never seen a naked women have you pup?" Vergara's voice jolted Galahad from his intent staring at Vergara. Galahad blushed even more and shook his head. Vergara got out of the basin, and walked over to Galahad, she ran her hand down his jaw and chin, and his face turned with her hand. She walked away from him, and into her bedroom, and Galahad watched her catlike walk to her clothes and grab a shawl and wrap it around her wound. He was still staring.
"How's the view pup?" He chuckled nervously, and jolted his head to the floor. She walked back to the bathroom and closed the door; she then proceeded with the rest of her bath. She was going to hear about this for awhile, now she was sure Lancelot would hate Arthur even more for not letting him 'protect' and witness this. She would go to the tavern tonight after all.