After speaking to the mage, Bedivere had went off in search of his scouts, purposely giving the fastest of the two the assignment. He made sure to stress to them that time was not in their favor, and that as soon as they got confirmation of of any kind they were to return to the castle immediately.
Unfortunately, he didn't realize how futile the effort was until the second day. Once again, he found himself in the armory, finding an inner calm in the sharping of the tools. It was as he was checking the sharpness of an arrow tip, that he realized the flaw in his plan. There was no way that the scouts could arrive back in time. Security would be increased around the castle, at least if what the mage was saying was true, and it would prolong the scouts mission. Instead of coming back early on the third day, they would not arrive until midday on the fourth.
It was at this point that Bedivere decided to send a few of the rebels with the mage anyway. He would speak to those from the meeting who seemed to be in favor of a rescue, and see if they were still willing to help out. Feeling the tip of the arrow Pierce his finger, he carefully sat it down, grabbing a small cloth from the table instead, and using it to dab at the small wound. He removed the cloth after a while to stare pensively at his finger, lost in his thoughts for a moment. "I wonder...when this is all over..will it all be worth it in the end," he murmured. Bedivere found his feet guiding him to the window of the armory, where the mage stood not to long ago. "If he does not turn out to be who she believes him to be, what will she do then?" he contemplated.
After a few minutes, he shook himself out of his stupor, before dropping the cloth back onto the table as he exited the room. He needed to locate Rubio, so he could began rounding up troops to accompany the mage in the morning. It appeared, the young mage would get what she wanted after all. Tomorrow, they would go rescue her so called Born King.
On the third day, he and the few rebels willing to take part in the mission met at the entrance of the base, waiting for the mage to arrive. Rubio, unsurprisingly, was one of the first to volunteer. After him the others, Percival and his two archers, Thomas and Damien, reluctantly agreed to go as well. As the sun began to climb over the trees, Bedivere eyed the rescue party from the corner of his eye. While Percival remained calm, Rubio was the complete opposite. Almost bouncing on his feet, his excitement was visible to everyone, and apparently was contagious, spreading to the archers. Bedivere rolled his eyes as everyone but Percival began smiling and shifting in place. Clearing his throat to get the groups attention, he held back a smirk as he heard Rubio's awe struck gasp when the mage began to emerge from the forest.
It seemed as if she had materialized out of thin air. The sunlight shone gently on her through the trees, highlighting the strands of red throughout her hair and fog rolled gently at her feet obscuring everything from the knees down. As she neared the group, she placed her hands within the confines of her blue robe. Piercing dark eyes scanned over the group, taking a lingering glance at each person in front of her, before stopping on Bedivere.
Silence reigned for a while before the mage closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, it seemed as if her eyes had become lighter, as if a weight had been lifted. "Have your men returned?" she asked glancing around her again. Bedivere felt himself shake his head but found himself at a lost for words. A sense of foreboding had begun to borrow it's way through Bedivere. The mage, confused, tilted her head to the side and felt her eyebrow raise. "Then why are we here?" she said, a glare began to work its way onto her face as Bedivere's silence began to annoy her.
Closing his eyes Bedivere began to contemplate the sense of foreboding within him. It was not that he believed that the mission would fail, although it seemed an impossible mission, he had the upmost faith in his soldiers. It was the fact that from this moment on...everything would change. If he sent his soldiers with the mage, regardless of if the man she was intent to save was who she believed him to be or not, Vortigern would retaliate. He would not stop until his Black Leggers had killed every last one of them.
Unfortunately, deep down he wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that Uther's son had some how survived the coup and the long hard years that had passed. He wanted to believe that Arthur and this mage, this young mage that had somehow survived the slaughter of her people, that they were the winds of change that Londinum desperately needed. That somehow these two would magically fix everything that been broken for years, and getting worse every day.
As he re-opened his eyes, he peered at the mage glaring at him. He saw her clench her teeth and tense her posture in frustration, and was surprised when she didn't lash out at him in anger for being ignored. He felt Rubio and the others grow restless as the silence continued. He felt a twinge of pride as he saw the mage control her anger, and frustration, using a deep breath as a moment to arrange her face back into the calm mask she seemed to prefer. Rubio cleared his throat when it became aware that neither of the two were going to speak. Bedivere continued to search the mages eyes, until he found what h was looking for. Resolve. The mage would not leave until she had a clear answer from him. Either he was offering aid or he was not.
Allowing a smile to Grace his face, he finally allowed the hope, the belief that this woman, this mage knew something he did not. This was not just someone desperately holding onto the thought that maybe this person would be the Born King, and when it was proven it was not would continue searching. She believed without a doubt, that this one man was Arthur Pendragon. The Born King. And she would do everything in her power, which as what appeared to be the last mage was...a lot, and more to save and protect him. Bedivere's smile grew as he felt himself come to a decision. "We are here, mage, because you said you needed a rescue party," He said moving to the side to allow her to see the group better. "These are the men who will accompany you to the castle," he finished gesturing toward them with his hand.
The mage followed his hands with her eyes, once again looking over the crew. "So you will help me then?" she asked for clarification. "Yes," Bedivere confirmed. "We will help you," he continued, "and perhaps then...you'll help us." He finished. The mage narrowed her eyes at the suggestion, but did not immediately object. "My concern is Arthur," she replied slowly approaching the group. "He is the remedy to our problem. Help me save him, and you will have begun to save yourselves," she told the group. Shaking his head at the answer, Bedivere none the less, began to turn to direct the small rescue party towards the hidden boats they would be taking to venture to the castle. "Perhaps after we've rescued your friend, you'll give us a more straight forward answer," he replied. "But for now, it'll do. Follow me then," Bedivere ordered as he continued forward. "Let's get this done."