Will stirred in her sleep. She had been woken by loud voices and yelling. Then at the sound of a frightened child scream she sprung awake.

She hurried over to where the action was taking place.

Then to her horror she found that the boy Lucan had a knife held to his throat by Marius and Dagonet was cornered by four Roman soldiers.

Will knew he could handle them easily but feared for the life of Lucan.

Will watched as Marius pressed the knife against the boys flesh and immediately her senses kicked in.

She leapt for Marius punched him in the face with her unharmed arm. He released Lucan from his grip and stood there clutching his broken nose.

Will backed up, holding Lucan's shoulders when she felt metal on her back. She spun around and kicked the Roman soldier in the knee and took his sword with great speed.

She suddenly slit the soldier's throat without thinking and then stood there as everyone stared, realising what she had done.

Suddenly she felt Marius tug at Lucan's arm and as he went to pull the boy from Will an arrow whizzed past Will's ear and straight into the heart of Marius.

Will spun around to see the person who wielded the bow and to her surprise found Guinevere standing alongside Arthur and a cocky looking Lancelot.

"I see your hands are better," he said with grin at Guinevere.

Will looked up at the noble Arthur and went to find the stallion. She did not want to face Arthur.

So she quietly snuck off in search the grey stallion. She did not venture far and could not find the stallion.

Suddenly she heard a loud whinny and she spun around in hope that it was the stallion.

But it wasn't, it was Tristan and his own horse.

He held a Saxon bow in one hand

"Oh, hello," she said as she began to walk past him.

She stopped as Tristan leant down and grabbed her arm. She looked up at him in surprise.

"You're stallion is further up the trail we are on. I saw him but you must ride quickly with me now. The Saxons are getting close".

Will looked up at his vacant face. He knew that just the mention of Saxons scared her and that she didn't want to see them again.

And Will knew that he knew this.

She went to climb up behind him but felt him lift her up in front of him just as he had before, effortlessly.

She enjoyed the ride to the camp although it was short.

She listened to the rhythm of the horse's hooves on the ground and thought.

When they arrived at the camp everyone looked at them as Tristan threw the bow on the ground.

"How many did ya kill?" asked Bors.

"Three," answered Tristan.

"Not a bad start to the day," said Bors smugly.

Will was still mounted with Tristan on his horse as they rode along and the grey stallion walked behind them

Will watched from in front of Tristan as Arthur stepped cautiously out onto the ice. In front of them was a humongous lake, frozen solid. Or not completely solid, she thought, as there was a deafening cracking sound as a carriage passed onto the ice.

Luckily nothing happened.

Tristan dismounted and helped Will down, careful not to knock her arm.

She gave him a small smile and she almost fainted when he returned it. She stared at his curved lips and realised how strange he looked when he smiled.

She quickly turned away, not wanting to look strange staring at the man and put a loving hand on the grey stallion's neck. He snorted his approval and continued on with her.

The drumming was getting louder. It hadn't stopped at all, not even when she slept for it entered her dreams. But it had been faint, unlike now.

She sighed and continued walking until Arthur stopped all of them.

She looked at each knight.

Each one looked about the mountains, as if searching for something. Then Will let out a small gasp.

They had all heard the drumming.

Tristans getting closer but Will is getting more scared. XOXO