Blind

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Chapter 11:

Lancelot stood by his horse by himself, looking at the woods, trying to calm the raging beast in his chest. A woman came and stood by him, Lancelot looked over at her, she was on of the prisoners they had freed from the hut. She was beautiful her long black hair fell to about her lower back. She also scanned Lancelot with her soft brown eyes, normally Lancelot would be all over her, trying to get on her good side, but he wasn't in the mood.

"What troubles you great knight," the women asked, her voice was like a sweet lullaby that Vanora would sing to her children.

"Nothing," lied Lancelot with a fake smile towards the woman that quickly disappeared.

"You are upset about the scout that was in the hut with us, yes," guessed the woman, taking a step toward Lancelot. She found him to be very attractive; she wished to help him with his problem, for she wanted to see a real smile on his handsome face. Lancelot just stared at the Woad woman with awe. "We all relised the bond you shared with the scout, and we all know his a scout for we have seen him amongst the trees," the woman explained, Lancelot for some strange reason trusted this women.

"Its just that, Tristan never shows emotion, I've seen him cry once and that's all, he every stubborn, doesn't want help from any one and its impossible to treat his wounds, most the times we have to hold me down so Arthur and Dagonet can look at him," explain Lancelot. "When we were in the hut he begged me not to leave him, it was heartbreaking " ,Lancelot spilled to the woman, starting to feel better for revealing his feelings. " Oh… by the way my name is Lancelot," Lancelot introudes himself realizing that he had not.

"Your friend was strong, he never cried out and protect us all, that's why he is so beaten, and also I think the priest and Marius were afraid of him," comforted the woman. " Lancelot hm… your one of the Sarmation knights, well my name is Hadria," concluded Hadria.

" How long have you been in there," questioned Lancelot taken a step towards Hadria.

"It had been a think four weeks, yes" Hadria replied, she was staring intently at Lancelot's eyes; there still was a great amount of sorrow in his eyes.

"Lancelot were moving out," called Arthur. Lancelot looked over at his commander, and realized that he owed him an apology; Lancelot looked back at Hadria, and realized that she was wearing nothing but the old rages from the hut and a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

"You should get back into the wagon with the rest," Lancelot suggested, Hadrian nodded her head and turned to walk back to the wagon, but Lancelot put his hand on her arm. At the touch it felt like lighting had shot from each other causing some sort of a shock, Hadria turned and faced Lancelot. "And can you please watch my friend, the scout," asked Lancelot.

"Don't worry he is in good hands with Rayden watching him and she hasn't left his side since," smirked Hadrian and with that she walked back to the wagon, leaving Lancelot to pick himself up. Within a few moments they were heading East to Hadrian's Wall, away from this hellhole. The five Woad women, the small boy, and Tristan all shared a wagon.

Rayden kneeled down beside Tristan; she started to remove his shirt, which wasn't that much work for there wasn't much left for material. Then she started untying Tristan's trousers, when Tristan's hand stopped her.

" Please Tristan, I need to see the extent of your wounds," Rayden begged him.

"They didn't touch anything down there," stated Tristan sternly, Tristan attempted to tie his trousers up with his dislocated fingers, which just caused himself more pain.

"What are you lacking or something," one of the Woad women said with blond hair, the other women just giggled, some let their eyes travel down Tristan's body. Tristan just gave them cold glares, he didn't care that they looked; a lot of women did that.

"Dagonet, can I have some warm water, rag, and some dressing," asked Rayden ignoring the glaring going on behind her. Dagonet nodded his head and disappeared from the wagon and a few minutes later came back with the things Rayden needed. Dagonet came and sat down beside Rayden, and looked Tristan up and down.

"Dagonet, did you find my armor and weapons," asked Tristan, hoping that they found them for he would hate to have to break in new ones.

"Yes Tristan, we found your armor and weapons, and all in good condition," informed Dagonet, with a smile on his face. " Hm, that's one nasty stomach wound," Dagonet pointed out to the wound, poking at it with his finger, Tristan took a quick intake of breath.

"Dagonet I'm not a hunk of beef your buying," hissed Tristan, giving Dagonet an icy look.

"I think it might be infected," said Rayden snickering as she also poked the tender wound with her finger. Tristan hissed through his teeth, moving away from their fingers. Rayden stuck her hand into the warm water and ringed the rag out and started to clean the dirt and blood of Tristan's face being gentle with his raw cheeks.

"Tristan I'm going to have to put your fingers back into place," Dagonet warned Tristan as he pick Tristan's hand up and investigated the bluish-tint fingers. Tristan just nodded his head and braced himself, as Dagonet snapped Tristan's fingers back into place, he bit back screams of pain and had only let one scream go through the operation. At the sound of the scream Lancelot came in and wanted to see Tristan, Lancelot came in and sat down by Tristan.

"How are you doing," Lancelot questioned Tristan, looking him up and down, his eyes landed on the black brand burnt into Tristan's chest.

"Oh fine beside the fact that these two keep poking at me like I'm a chunk of beef their going to buy and roast," Tristan said sarcastically nodding his head towards Rayden and Dagonet, who let a snicker out at the comment. Lancelot smiled, Tristan was doing just fine.

"So then your fine," Lancelot replied with a grin, Tristan grumbled in answer. Lancelot watched as Rayden clean all Tristan's wounds, but the brand and sowed up the stomach wounded, wrapped it and his cracked ribs. Then came the burn, Rayden rinsed the rag out and took a deep breath and placed the rag onto the brand mark, Tristan hissed and slapped Rayden's hand away.

"Tristan I have to clean it or it well get worst," Rayden said leaning forward to try and clean the wound again, Tristan pulled away from her touch. Rayden looked at Dagonet and Lancelot, they nodded their heads in understanding what she wanted, Dagonet grabbed Tristan's legs and Lancelot grabbed his arms.

"What are you doing, No" Tristan yelled, panic laced his every word, Lancelot heard this and he looked at Hadrian, she mouthed the words that gave Lancelot strength to do this task. Lancelot just didn't know why Tristan was so sacred, they were his friends they would never hurt him, once this was all done he was going to ask the scout. Rayden put the rag to the brand, Tristan struggled and screamed in pain and fear, making it harder for Lancelot and Dagonet to hold him, they were surprised at how strong Tristan really was; Tristan's screaming brought all the knights and Arthur into the wagon.

" What…" Arthur stopped once he saw the sight; same of the knights rushed forward to help Lancelot and Dagonet who now were having a hard time holding the struggling scout.

" Please stop, please," begged Tristan as he struggled even harder, Bors had taken Lancelot spot awhile ago and know he stood by Arthur, watching in horror, at the sound of Tristan's begging he called out.

" Enough, stop," Lancelot called, hoping that they would hear him; Lancelot felt a hand on his shoulder, looking back there stood Hadrian.

The pain that laced through Tristan's body was unbearable; it was like the brand had not only burnt it mark on his chest but also his soul. Tristan howled in pain as the rag caught on dried, burnt skin and tore it off revealing the sore muscle underneath. Tristan's stomach started to jerk violently; he was going to be sick. Rayden, and the other knights moved aside at the sound of Tristan's gagging. Tristan rolled to his side and empted his stomach content into the pile that was placed there. Tristan breathed heavily, every breath would cause his ribs to ache. Rayden took a step forward, but Tristan held up his hand to make her stop.

" No more, please no more," Tristan sobbed as his vision started to cloud and his hand slowly fell to his side, he fell unconscious. The knights had felt horrible for what they done to a brother in arms, they hung their head in shame too much of a heartache to look at their unconscious friend.

Rayden still wasn't done cleaning the wound when Tristan got sick, and now unconscious. She had felt horrible listening to the man scream in pain and it was her causing the pain, and she also felt bad for the other knights who felt shame and dishonor to what they had just done to their friend. The knights all left the wagon to get away, the only ones left were Arthur and Dagonet. Rayden had a feeling Arthur wanted some answers.

Author's note: So what do you think, poor Tristan? That would hurt so bad, makes my skin crawl. So can you tell who's all hooking up yet, there was two couples in this chapter, once Tristan gets healthier the romance well really start, not like its not going to start while he's still ill. Review! Oh and if your wish to read another story written by me the go to my profile and its called Protector. It is about Tristan the first two chapters are but aren't really based on his but later chapters well. Check it out if you wish, please do, I need some help in what to do next. Thanks!