Chapter Seven: He Lives
I rode my horse with out saying a word to anyone. I was so upset. Dag was the only knight, besides Arthur, I was really close to me. I was only really open to him. But now he's gone and I don't know what to do. Yes, of course I still have Lancelot, but he knows that I'm not as willingly open to him as I was Dagonet. He knows when you stay away and give me space. He also knows when I need him the most. As I though of Dag, silent tears came down my face.
Why not me? Why couldn't I be in Dag's place? If I had been a little more in the arrows way, Dag would still be alive and not me. I thought to my self
Arthur noticed me crying and rode up to me.
"How are you holding up?" he asked.
"I guess I'm good. Arthur, He didn't want anyone to know this unless he died or when he was free…Arthur, he had a family. He had a son and a wife." I said and started to feel tears well up in my eyes.
Arthur looked at me with sad eyes and placed a hand on my shoulder. He looked down and rode up front. I cried silently and then heard someone ride beside me. I looked up and saw Lancelot. He looked deep into my eyes and placed his hand on my cheek.
"You'll be okay. I promise you. I some say, Dag is going to a better place and he's free now."
"He had a son and a wife. What of them?" I said to him.
His eyes widened. He was surprised. Dag never told any of the knights, but Vina that he has a family back home.
"He only wanted people to know is when he died or when he was free. And he's both." I said.
"It's actually a good thing he had someone to trust. He had you to talk to. I mean, tell Bors something like that and he'll spread it to the world." Lancelot said and he chuckled.
I laughed along too. How did I fall for him? I just love him so much. If Lancelot ever died, I died my self. I'd probably keep my self hidden from everyone else.
"What are you think about?" Lancelot said, waking you from your thoughts.
"You." I answered simply.
"Oh, and what were thinking about me?" Now he's just getting nosey.
"Everything good about you." I answered him again.
He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and rode up to Arthur.
For the first time in my life, I prayed. I prayed to God the Dagonet somehow comes back to life and he lives and goes home with his family. Again, some tears start running down my face. I looked behind me and saw Bors riding along side Dag's horse with his body on it. I looked down and picked up the pace on my horse. For some reason, he knew what happened. My horse is sharing the same sadness with me now. He may have not known Dagonet as long as I or as well, but still, he grieves because I grieve.
Arthur called upon the caravan to stop. I got off my horse and led him and gave him to Jols to look after. I walked over next to the body of Dagonet where Bors was.
"It's funny; he looked like there's still life in him." I said.
Bors looked at me.
"Yeah, seems like it huh?" he replied.
"Um, I'm going to get these arrows out of him, so if I need anything I'll just call." I said to Bors and he nodded and left.
I got a firm grip on the arrow in his side. I pulled it out and I swore I saw him wince.
I must being seeing things. Dag's dead and there's nothing I can do about it anymore. I though to my self.
I grabbed the arrow which was lodged in his heart and pulled it. Dag's eyes then opened and he gasped for air. I was shocked and my eyes widened.
"Arthur!" I yelled "Arthur!"
Arthur came over and saw that Dag is alive.
"Knights!" he called.
The knights came over and Bors saw that Dag was alive.
"Get him a carriage and end to his wounds before we lose him again." Arthur commanded.
Gawain and Bors lifted Dag up and brought him to a carriage and Vanora followed to help. I had tears running down my face with happiness. Dagonet is alive. My best friend is alive and he's here with me now.
"If you never pulled that arrow out, he would still be dead."
I turned to see Arthur and Lancelot beside him.
"I did tell Bors to remove the arrows, but it seemed as he couldn't pull him self to do that." He said.
I smiled lightly and Arthur left.
"Well, at least he's alive." I said as Lancelot walked up to me.
He pulled me into a comforting embrace.
"Why Bors couldn't get the courage to pull out the arrows him self is beyond me, but you showed a lot of courage to do it yourself." He said and put you in front of him.
You both got closer and your lips met once again. This kiss was just a soft kiss. It was not like the first which had more passion and hunger. This kiss was more of a friendly kiss. We broke a part and I rested my head on his chest and he had his arms around me.
"What will you do when you go home?" I asked him.
"Look for my family. That will be the first thing I will do. Sure, my parents may not be alive, but my sitter and brother might be. If the Saxons haven't reached their village." He said sadly.
We were silent for a while until I broke the silence.
"I'm going to see how Dag is. I'll be back soon." I said to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
