Tristan rode away from the forest. He had followed Will in there when she had snuck off. His curiosity had forced him and now he had valuable information for Arthur.
He had felt as if he had been betraying her when he had left. But there had to be a reason for her going in there and he was smart enough not to meddle as he had done last night.
So quickly and swiftly he rode up to Arthur, passing carriages filled with many different people from the village at the state.
He ignored them and pulled up in front of his commander.
"Arthur, there is a vast army of Saxons headed this way. They will be here before nightfall".
Arthur looked at Tristan, his brow furrowed in worry.
"So they have us trapped," he sighed.
"There is a trail heading east, through the mountains and that's the one we should take," said Tristan, his scouting skills always coming through.
Arthur thought for a moment and glanced at his small caravan of carriages ready to set off.
"Arthur, who are these people?"
Arthur turned back to Tristan whose face showed a hint of worried ness.
"They're coming with us".
Tristan gave a small laugh of disbelief and shook his head.
"They will never make it".
Will's intention had been merely to take the final man by surprise, and quietly, and hide him behind the boulder so she could get the information she needed.
She accomplished none of these things.
For one when she had made out to simply wound his leg with her sword she had stumbled a little and the sword had gone right through his chest killing the man. And secondly she had done it with no sort of quietness. She had done it quite loudly actually.
She gasped as she looked up and saw ten, tall ugly brutes advancing on her. Ten Saxon soldiers. She had faced four before and barely got away, how would she manage ten?
So quickly Will drew her sword from the dead man's body and sheathed it before hurrying back around the boulder.
She made her first move to climb up the mountain side just to where the stallion awaited her but unfortunately her boot got stuck.
She tugged and tugged, sure now that her veins would explode soon from the furious pumping of blood inside of her. Fear engulfed her mind and sweat poured from her forehead.
Then she saw the first of the ten Saxons appear around the side of the boulder.
Quickly Will pulled her foot from her boot, kicked aside the other, and began scampering up the rocks.
She fought back the moans of pain coming from her feet. The sharp rocks put cuts on the souls of her feet. Also it had began to snow a little while ago which made it slippery.
She briefly looked down and saw a trail of bloody footprints but looked away immediately as she saw the Saxon soldiers were also quite quick at climbing.
Ignoring the stinging wounds on her feet she pulled herself over the ledge where the stallion stood.
But suddenly she felt someone grasp her ankle and pull her body to the ground.
She hit her head hard on the ground but it didn't knock her out. She looked about groggily but came to when she noticed all ten of the Saxons surrounding her.
She immediately began to pull herself quickly to her feet but felt a strong blow around the waist knocking her off of her feet.
She could hear the stallion snorting and rearing at the Saxons. She groaned as she saw them throw rocks at him and he just stayed there. Will was thankful for her friend although even he could not fight off ten Saxons.
The grey stallion was soon brought to the ground by a number of ropes and Will gasped as the Saxons tired the ropes to his rear legs and tied them to a tree with little room for him to move.
Her heart pounded with fear and torture as the Saxons ripped at her clothes with their knives, all laughing and having a good time.
Although she was knocked about fairly well, Will wasn't having fun and it was clear.
She took swipes at the Saxons with merely her fist but the outcome wasn't all that hopeful.
Her tired body was just ready to give in as one Saxon pushed her up against the tree that the stallion was tied to. She glared at him, not wanting give herself away. For Will had managed to slip the spare dagger from the Saxon's belt while he had pushed her against the tree.
Then when she saw her chance she took a swipe at the rope and released the stallion. No matter what happened she wanted to make sure the stallion was free.
The Saxon looked at the stallion in surprise and remembering last time, Will thrusted her knee upwards.
She began to flee as the Saxon screamed in pain but was caught by three others.
All three shoved her to the ground and she groaned and yelled as they began to untie her tunic.
Thinking all was lost, she suddenly saw in amazement one of the Saxons heads being severed from his body. The others all raised their swords in surprise, but were a little slow.
The rescuer made quick work of them, slicing away with his sword.
Will leant up against the tree. Her body ached all over. The cold atmosphere didn't help and it seemed to be getting darker with the weather.
Will felt tears in her eyes. White hot tears filled with anger and hatred, for herself.
Her pride was hurt. She had set out to avenge her father and only managed wounds from mere Saxon soldiers. She hadn't even met this Cerdic and was already beaten to a pulp.
She looked up sadly at the sound of footsteps and saw Tristan. He had saved her.
But Will was greeted with a surprise. Although there was still the small hint of a vacant expression, there was also something else.
Will saw it in is eyes. He was worried and cared. He kneeled down and slowly reached out to inspect her arm. She grimaced as she felt a stinging sensation run up it as he pressed his thumb near her elbow.
It was sprained, badly.
She stared down at the ground. How could this have happened?
Tristan took his light coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She felt scared and ruined as Tristan picked her up without even a sign of effort.
She rested her head on his chest as he lifted her up into the saddle of his horse and mounted behind her.
They began to slowly descend the mountain with the grey stallion following close behind.
The stallion's tack had been ripped off by the Saxons and his back was now bare and we wore no bridle.
Will looked faintly back at the place where she had been attacked. Blood now stained the snow and the dead bodies lay there. Will wondered if the dead Saxons had family that would perhaps miss them.
Will leant back against Tristan. She didn't really know what to think of him or her.
And all the while, she heard a distant drumming ringing in her ears.
Ok, I'm not sure if I wrote this chap to its full extent but I hope you like it! Seeyas all soon again XOXO
And thankyou T .Dahila for your advice!
