Chapter 11
I could feel sunlight dragging down on my face as I opened my eyes to greet Avalon's sunlight. I sat up, trying to recall where I was. Coming to the conclusion I was home at the wall, in my room, in my bed. I sat there for a moment, trying to recall what had happened - the battle, my friends, Aquila, Arthur coming, Lancelot… the black horse. I swung out of bed to feel a sharp pain drenching my side. I had the slightest feeling I was going to faint. I lay back down, frustrated with myself. A knock arrived at my door.
"Gwen, are you awake?" I recognized the voice at once.
"Come in Arthur."
He opened the door quietly, stepping inside. "I'm glad you have finally awakened darling. You have been out cold for almost a week."
A week! I couldn't believe it. "What happened?"
Arthur sat on the edge of the bad turning to face me. "We won Gwen. Don't be worried, your friends are safe, although the leader of the army has run off. Galahad put the run on him but he got away. Lancelot found you next to a dead Aquila. You were nearly dead. We were lucky."
"Where is Lancelot?" I asked. "I must thank him."
Arthur laughed, "He's gone on a mission and will return soon. I'm sure no thanks will be necessary - it's his job."
I looked away saying nothing. I somehow got the drift that Arthur was laughing at my wanting to thank someone who had saved my life.
"Your sister wishes to speak with you. She brings that… snappy one as well." Arthur turned, heading towards the door.
"Send them," I called to his retreating figure.
As he shut the door I couldn't help wishing that I could tell him what had happened to me out there. But he would not believe what I had seen, and would just blame it on my loss of blood.