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Chapter 8

It wasn't until sunset that Tristran finally returned, he was exhausted and after settling his horse in the stables, he headed towards the courtyard. He found all of the knights sitting waiting for him, quite impatiently as it would seem. Once they spotted him they all rose to their feet and slowly approached him, their faces masked with worry. Arthur took a few steps toward Tristran, "Well? Did you find anything, anything at all?" Lancelot held his breath as he awaited Tristan's answer. Tristran stood there for a moment, trying to decide how it would be best to word his findings. After a moment or so he spoke. "I was unable to turn up any definite answers, but I did learn that the Saxons currently inhabit Devany's village, and that all the villagers were killed. But I do know that they have a female hostage, right now, at this very moment."

The knights exchanged glances. Arthur looked at Lancelot before turning back to face Tristran. "All the villagers were killed?" his face began to cloud with a new type of worry. "What of Mycenae, she must be alive!"

Tristran just looked at Arthur, that wasall he found himself capable of doing. He couldn't find the words to tell Arthur or any of the knights that Mycenae was dead. Arthur starred at Tristran in disbelief before turning and quickly fleeing the courtyard. The knights watched him leave before turning their attentions back to the problem at hand. "We must find out whether or not it's Devany that the Saxons have taken captive. We need to know, quickly, because if it's not Devany we still need to determine her whereabouts." Lancelot said trying to remain calm. He was well aware the hysteric's would be of no help to the situation.

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Cynric stood with his father in the middle of the village. Cerdic's cold eyes scanned over the ranks as they worked quickly to assemble tents, as protection from the cold that had already claimed the lives of twenty soldiers. Cynric stood beside his father in silence for quite a while, his one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword, then finally, what he had been waiting for. Raewald approached him, Cerdic noticed the two talking quietly amongst each other, then Raewald turned and left. Cerdic turned to Cynric, "What was that?" he voice was as cold and emotionless as his eyes.

"Father, the knights know she's here. Now it's just a matter of time." Cynric replied while trying to conceal his grin. Cerdic nodded and they stood once again watching the soldiers. After a couple more minutes in the freezing cold, Cynric turned and headed back towards his hut.

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Tristran had somehow verified the fact that it was Devany who was the hostage. Even the knights were unaware of how he did it, he refused to say. However, it was good enough for the knights, they needed nothing more. After running through a plan on just how they might go about getting Devany back, they retired for the night. They would need their rest for what was about to occur the very next day.

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Cynric walked into the hut, the fire had burned down to glowing embers once again, and Devany lay fast asleep on his furs. He smiled before walking over to where she lay. He watched her for a moment, she had seemed a little more comfortable in her surroundings now for she slept quite peacefully. Cynric sat down next to her, his weight on the furs roused Devany and she slowly opened her eyes. Even she was surprised at how well she had slept, everything that had been on her mind had vanished and the warmth of the fire and the sound of wind whistling outside had drawn her into a deep dreamless sleep. She sat up and turned to look at Cynric, "We need to talk." She said politely, yet firmly at the same time.

"Really? What about?" Cynric asked as he removed his sword and the many other weapons he always carried with him.

"About what you said earlier." Devany replied turning to face him entirely. "I can't betray Arthur, and if that means that I'll never see Lancelot again, then fine. If that is the price I must pay to ensure the safety of my friend, then no sacrifice is too much." She hoped that perhaps the Cynric she once knew would be able to fight through the rock that had kept it prisoner all these years. Cynric held her gaze for a moment.

"If that is what you want, then there is nothing I can do to change your mind. But I must warn you, Arthur will still be in danger, my father will get to him sooner or later, with or without your help." His voice was calm and steady.

"If your father can do this without me, then release me, I'm of no further use to you." Her eyes searched his desperately, she knew the Cynric she had once loved was still there, and it was her only hope.

"I can't do that Kabira." Cynric said picking up a long stick which he used to prod at the coals of the fire.

"Cynric, why not? You don't need me, and I know as cold and heartless as you are, you won't kill me, and neither will your father. He saved me once, why would he bother only to turn around and kill me later, and you won't, I know you." She could feel therhythm of her heart increase beneath her chest.

"You knew the boy I was, not the man I am ." He stood up and walked around to the other side of the fire. Devany got up and followed him.

"That boy is still there in you."

"No." Cynric turned to face her and they stood in silence hearing only the crackling of the embers. "I beg you Kabira, don't do this. You're on dangerous ground."

"Cynric, I beg you, let me go!" she felt the warmth on her cheek as a single tear escaped her eyes. "I just want to go back."

"So you can be with him." His voice was becoming colder by the moment, and Devany saw her hope for freedom slip away.

"Cynric I love him." She could feel another tear slide down her cheek.

"WELL I LOVE YOU!"

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