Calli woke up realising she had fallen asleep to the soft beating of the horse's hooves. Her head lay against the man's chest and she could just hear the soft beating of his heart.
She awoke just as they rode into a small camp with about seven tents set about.
Her head was pounding and she just wanted to go to sleep. It was as if the ride had made her feel weaker.
It was all a slight blur but she could just make out a small group of people surrounding her. She heard men's voices but her mind was too sore to make out what they were saying.
The man on the horse with Calli gently lifted her from the saddle and passed her fragile body down to another man. Calli felt herself be taken in the arms of another man and being carried away.
The thought of this man being just like the Saxons rose in her mind but she was too tired to run, or do anything for that matter.
She couldn't understand why she felt so tired and worn out. It was as if the ride had simply worn her out as if she had been running the whole way.
She felt someone lay her down on a soft surface, like a bed. Then all went black, again.
Tristan sat by the fire and watched the flames lick at the scorched wood. His thoughts were on the girl. Her bravery had certainly impressed him. While being flogged by a Saxon brute, she had merely knelt there grimacing. There had been no screaming or crying.
He knew that from the old cuts and bruises it hadn't been the first time she had been flogged. She was definitely no ordinary woman.
Tristan turned around as he heard Dagonet leave Tristan's tent which now belonged to the girl. Dagonet took a seat beside Tristan and also gazed at the fire.
"She lost a lot of blood; Arthur told me how you rescued her".
Tristan nodded in reply to Dagonet although he didn't really need to.
"Tristan, why did you save her?" asked Dagonet curiously.
Tristan turned to Dagonet confusedly. What a strange question.
"Would you not save a woman being tortured?"
Dagonet looked back at the tent where the healing girl lay.
"Yes, but she's a Saxon".
Tristan was stunned. He didn't know why he hadn't recognised it in the first place but he wondered why the Saxons would whip their own women.
"All the same, she was being tortured," said Tristan.
"Yes but you and I know Saxons always travel with plenty women, why did you not save the others?"
"Because they weren't being whipped".
There was silence, until Dagonet turned back to the fire.
"What if she was being punished for crime," said Dagonet.
The thought had already crossed Tristan and now he knew she was a Saxon it was a reasonable explanation. Saxons only whipped their own women for crimes.
He suddenly realised he was constantly thinking on this girl. What was it that made her so special?
Tristan heard a hawks call above and looked alert. There was something wrong.
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