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Chapter Eleven

Tiemon sighed as he lowered his bow. He had missed the target again. The village elder Liethan had questioned him on why he had left the village a few days ago and at the time, he had been planning on scouting the Saxon foot soldiers who had come close to their village but he had turned and ran at a time when he wished he hadn't. Eydie had been a friend who he had rarely seen over the years but he was not foolish, he knew that what he had done was cowardly at the time but when face to face with one of those brutes, he hadn't been able to stand and fight.

The village was lively, the children were playing hide and seek or tagging one another before they began to chase the others all round the village, weaving in and out between the huts and older people. Tiemon looked up at the older boys who all laughed at him as he walked away from the target after collecting his arrow from where it had landed in the tree above the actual target.

Looking up as they saw one of the scouts return to the village, he followed the others to where Liethan was sitting with many of the older villagers. The scout said there was a rider not too far into their boundary lines. Standing up, Liethan said they should go and meet this rider then.


Eydie's horse startled, rousing her back from where she was nearly asleep in the saddle. She tightened her grip on the reins and tried to calm him down. Looking round, she tried to find what it was that scared him when she found herself surrounded. Arrows aimed for her and she looked ahead of her as an unarmed Woad appeared. "You've stepped into Woad territory child, you had best explain yourself before my warriors kill you."

She looked at the warriors before back to the unarmed one. "I've come from near the wall. I'm Merlin's daughter. I seek protection for myself and my companion." Silence met her and she then saw him motion for the warriors to lower their weapons. Relief washed over. "Please, I've traveled two days seeking you. He was injured in the battle of Badon hill. I need your help."

"Please princess, you are more than welcome to stay with us. Come, I am Liethan the village elder," the man said, bowing his head to her.

Eydie whispered a thank you to him when he came to stand beside her horse.


Despite being matted with dried blood, dirt and blue paint, Eydie felt herself ready to sleep. She had not since the night before the battle, her mind had been racing since then as to whether or not Cynric would survive this. When one of the warriors grabbed hold of the reins of her mount, she carefully slid from its back, nearly collapsing as her legs were stiff from riding for so long. Liethan said to follow him and she found two men pulling Cynric off the horse. They followed Liethan and Eydie had no choice but to as well. When they got to a hut, Liethan allowed the men to enter with Cynric first and he turned to Eydie.

The weariness yet worried look in her eyes made him realize she had barely rested. "You should rest, the healers will do all they can for-"

"Cynric."

"That name. Its Saxon." Liethan replied with a raised eyebrow.

Eydie lowered her gaze. "Please help him, he isn't like the others. I promise to repay you in anyway possible."

"That is not necessary but you do look like you need rest yourself, please while he is being tended to, wash, eat and sleep. We can talk when you are less weary," he told her and she thanked him as he guided her towards another hut.


Days past and Eydie stayed by Cynric for as long as she could until Liethan's wife Cyrene would pull her away to make sure she was looked after and ate. Liethan had asked her in private to tell him why she had aided a Saxon and she had explained much of the past week to him, leaving out certain points but making sure he understood that Eydie cared for him and didn't wish to see him harmed anymore than what he had been.

One night, Eydie was sleeping as she watched Cynric, her hands holding one of his and her head on his chest when she was awoken by the sound of someone coming into the hut. Looking up, she found it was a boy who smiled a little at her. He was older than Eydie and she could not help but ask him why he was in here. Liethan had told the village of what Cynric was but that he was at peace with the village and was Eydie's charge as it were, but since he had told them most had stayed clear of the hut. "How is he?" he replied.

Eydie looked down at Cynric before sighing heavily. "I don't know. He could wake up now, tomorrow or not for days."

"What will you do when he is better?" She looked up at him and then down at where she had her hands round Cynric's.

"Stay. Liethan said we're welcome to and I have nowhere else to go. I can't go home unless I leave him and I can not do that," she answered honestly as she ran a hand down Cynric's cheek. As the Woad left, she felt Cynric's hand tighten round one of hers lightly and her heart lifted as she called to him. The Woad turned back round to see Cynric opening his eyes slowly and quickly ran out as Eydie leaned in closer to him. "Cynric?"

"Eydie?" He made to move only to cringe in pain and Eydie told him to not move.

When the Woad returned, he had Liethan and Cyrene with him. "So our Saxon lives," Liethan remarked as he came to stand behind Eydie and smiled down at the man who looked confused.

"Where am I?"

"The northern part of Briton, I'm Liethan the village leader. Eydie brought you to us. You were nearly dead but our healers saved you," Liethan explained as Eydie tightened her grip on his hand, smiling down at him.

Cynric just looked up at the roof of the hut and shut his eyes. "Thank you."

"Do not thank us yet, prince, you still have to get better but we are glad that you are finally awake," Cyrene told him in a soft voice as she took hold of Eydie and told her to come with her and come and rest for a while. Eydie let Cynric go and allowed Cyrene to pull her away as Cynric fell back asleep.


Four days past and each day, Cynric stayed awake longer and tried to get up a little each time. By the fifth day he was able to stand and move around a few steps. Eydie kept by him the entire time, but he barely spoke to her and she wondered why he was so quiet until the fifth night when he was sitting outside the front of the hut, watching the stars above. Eydie approached him and he didn't look at her. "Cynric?"

"Go away," he said almost immediately. "I don't want to talk."

"Why not? What did I do to you?" she asked back.

Cynric glanced at her for a moment. "You ran." Eydie lowered her gaze and nodded, he was right. She had run from him but she had her reasons for doing so, nothing would change that.

"I came back," she said to him, stepping forward and sitting down beside him, taking hold of his hand even though he tried to pull away from her. "Cynric please. You can't hate a person forever."

He smiled and half chuckled, despite that his side protested against it. "You saved my life," he remarked quietly at that point and Eydie nodded.

"I couldn't let you die."

When he glanced at her, he tightened his grip on her hand reassuringly saying a silent sorry to her. She leaned her head against his arm. "Liethan said you've barely slept."

"He is right. I was worried about you." Both Eydie and Cynric sat in silence after that and when he saw Liethan approaching, he made to pull away from Eydie.

"Don't worry Cynric, I know. Eydie cares for those she loves greatly and it always shows in how far she is willing to go for them. She has risked her own life saving you and bringing you to us. That is why, so long as you stay here, you are considered part of the village. We don't share hatred for people easily unless they do wrong by us," he told Cynric who looked at Eydie only she had her head down. He didn't question Liethan on what he said and the man just finished with the news that an order had been placed out that any rogue Saxons were to be captured. Cynric nodded, so others had gotten away. In some respects he was glad for that. It meant Abrecan could be out there somewhere. Going looking for him though, was not an option. Here he was healing, here he was being protected and here he had Eydie.


Cynric lay back in the hut that night that was now his. He wondered how long it would take before he would be able to move properly, before he would be able to wield a sword again and not end up being dropping it as he had done this morning when the Woad boys had asked him to show them how Saxons fought. They had understood he was not entirely fit to do so once his side had nearly dropped him to his knees.

Eydie was another story. He had been mad at her for leaving him on the ice but now, now he couldn't say that. She had fought in a war that she wanted no part in, in order to save him. He was a warrior, he was going to feel strange over the next few months as he knew fighting was not something these people acted in every day, if at all. Looking at the small fire that was burning in the centre of the hut, he sighed heavily. He missed holding Eydie at the moment but knew that for now it was better that they were separated while he was trying to rest, knowing that he wouldn't be able to help himself if she was with him.