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Chapter 2: The battle.
With out me knowing my feet drag me to an abandoned courtyard. And I face a wall. And this time I say it out loud.
"Worriers daughters never cry."
"Marian?" A voice calls. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I feel a hand on the base of my spine.
"Marian what's wrong?"
I finally recognize the voice,...Galahad.
I turn around to face him, but I loos my control and cry. Tears stream freely down my cheeks.
"I'm so sorry." I sob.
"Hush." He wipers and pulls me in a huge.
Seeing he is a lot taller than me, my face is pressed against his chest.
"What's wrong?"
"Its all my fault isn't it? I'm so sorry! If I wasn't there Dagonet wouldn't have died!"
I cry even harder.
"Listen to me! That's not true, it was Dagonet's own choice! You wanted to stop him, but we wouldn't let you."
"Your just saying that." I sob silently.
He pulls me away from him yet still holds a strong hold on my arms.
"Look at me."
I look up straight into his eyes. They are filled with sympathy en compassion.
"You are a beautiful young women with a good hart. Don't even think that you caused Dagonet's death."
I stare at him fore a moment. I can't stop crying. He pulls me back in his chest and whispers soothing words to me. And we stood there and I cried for Dagonet, my mother, my fallen friends and so much more. After a while I feel liberate from my grief.
"Thank you Galahad." I whisper pulling away.
"My pleasure, in Lancelot's words, who would find it a duty to comfort a faire young maiden." He smirks.
I can't help but smile. "He is a bade influence on you."
He chuckles. "Your taking over our humour."
"That's not true, your sense of humour isn't funny! Its perverted!" I laugh.
"That's true." He grins.
"Galahad, are you going back to your home?" I ask.
"Aye, me and Gawain are the only ones who want to go home." He sighs.
"Do you remember your home?"
"Better then the others. They hardly remember a thing. Why do you ask?"
"I will miss you." I smile.
"I will miss you to, you have grown on me." He smirks. "Now go dress and meet me and they others at the courtyard. We are having a last drink."
"Dress in what?" I ask. I have no dresses with me.
"The Roman women wants to dress you up, go to her room." He says.
"Fine." I say and leave for her room, I know where her room is and after a short while I arrive.
And knock.
"Enter." The women calls.
I enter and smile slightly.
"Galahad sent me here." I say.
"Yes, I asked him to. I have a dress for you to where, its to small for me and brand new. It should fit you and complement you pale skin." She smiles handing me a white long, low cut dress with long sleeves and silver trimming.
"Thank you." I smile looking at the beautiful dress.
"Well where are you waiting for go try it on!" She says pushing me in a bathroom.
I put the dress on and show myself.
"You look beautiful." She smiles. "Now sit down and let me comb your hair." She puts me in a chair and begins to comb my hair. Afterwards she puts it in a long loose braid.
"Beautiful as ever. When I first saw you I know you where of royal birth."
"How...do...you...know?" I stumble shocked. The only people who knew are Merlin, Gwen and the other Woads.
"Your posture dear." She smiles. "Now go! They others are waiting for you!" She pushes me out of the room.
Still shocked that the women knows I 'am of high birth I walk to the courtyard.
Bors was sitting at a table and drinking, quite a lot. And the others where sitting around him.... also drinking. Gwen was also in there middle, and was the only one who was not drinking.
When I come closer, Tristan sees me and looks rather shocked. When the other finally see me, they look also quite shocked, except Gwen of course.
Lancelot was the first to recover of his shock and smirks at me.
"If I know you cleaned up that well I would have released my charm sooner."
"Don't flatter yourself Lancelot your not my type." I smile sitting down next to Gwen.
They erupt in laughter at my statement.
"Finally the mighty Lancelot gets turned down by a woman!" Gawain calls out.
"Never thought I would see the day that Lancelot gets turned down before Galahad!" Bors shouts amused.
Even Tristan was laughing and that didn't happen that much I was told.
"Lancelot if it helps I have turned down twenty marriage proposals. So you aren't the first."
"That dos help lady Marian." He smirks.
"I'm no lady." I smile.
"Your pretty enough to be one." To my great shock it was Tristan who sad that.
"Is that a complement from the unfriendly knight?" Lancelot asks even more shocked than a few minutes ago.
"You where al thinking it." He says shrugging.
"Well thank you Tristan." I say smiling.
After a while Lancelot starts to speak again.
"What will you do when this is over Galahad?" Lancelot asks.
"Like Gawain I'm going to marry a pretty Sarmatian woman, and in our house I will hang up my sword and she will polish it. And I will keep Lancelot far, far away from her." He smiles.
"Why should she let you hang your sword up its not like your going to use it." Says Gwen.
"But she knows I have used it and there for she will love and cherish it."
"Why marry a Sarmatian women if you cane spend time with a lovely Gaelic women." Lancelot smirks.
"Are you talking about me Lancelot?" I ask.
"Who else? And what are your plans for the future?"
"Probably I haft to marry a Gaul, Woad our knight. And bare his children." I mutter under my breath.
"If your lucky one of us might marry you." Lancelot says.
"Isn't that great. One of Britain's greatest perverts." I smile. I hear a shouting from the wall and we look at each other and storm up the stairs. In front of the wall, the Saxons had set up champ.
Suddenly I see Arthur. He looks troubled.
"Prepare the men for battle in the morning." Arthur says and walks of.
"Arthur!" Lancelot cries following him. I and Gwen tail him and stood behind as Lancelot confronts Arthur. "Don't do this! Your free! Leave! Come with me!"
"Lancelot I cannot go with you! Live your freedom for the both of us! I know that everything I have done has led me to this moment." He puts his hand on Lancelot's shoulder. Lancelot looks hurt. Gwen looks proud at Arthur I look at him for a moment and speak.
"Arthur I will fight for you! But wait, wait till midday!"
"Way?" He asks.
"I will call upon my kin. They are nearby. But you will need to give me a horse a fast horse"
"You are going to call upon The Belgae to fight? The Belgae?"
"Aye." I say with a nod.
"Why will thy listen to you?" Lancelot asks entering the conversation.
"I 'am there ruler. I was born to be there Capitan, there lady." I say. "My mother was there leader. And now that duty lays on my shoulders."
The men looked shocked.
"I most go prepare. I shall miss you all." I say turning to the knights. "I hope you will arrive home safely."
And after that I run to prepare in the Roman woman's chambers.
How will I ride and fight in a dress? I ask myself. I hear a soft knock on the door.
"Enter!"
Gwen enters and gives me a huge.
"I thought you might need this." She says giving me my Woad fighting cloths.
"Thank you. I was already thinking how I would fight in these cloths." I smile.
I quickly change in to my cloths and let Gwen tie my hair up.
"Arthur has a hors ready for you at the back exit, there no Saxon on that side." Gwen says.
"See you on the battlefield dear cousin." I give her a huge and hurry to the back exit of the wall.
There I see Arthur waiting for me, he seems older and more worried.
"This is the fastest horse I could find." He sighs.
"Thank you." I say climbing on the magnificent white stallion.
"No thank you." He says. "Open the gat!" He calls.
The large oak gate opens and I put the horse in gallop.
I rode fast and before sunrise I was already at the village, the Belgae are nomads, I was in luck that they are so short by.
"Hail Lady Marian!" The guard shouts.
"No time! Where is my uncle?"
"His tent lady!"
I put my horse in gallop once more. In a minute I arrive at my uncle's tent.
"Marian?" A familiar voice asks.
"Berg?" It couldn't be did I just hear the voice of the person I really don't want to see.
"Aye, Marian why are you here?"
I jump of my horse and turn to the handsome brown haired man.
"That is none of your business. Is my uncle in?" I say coolly.
I see the disappointed look on his face, did he actually think I forgave him for what he did?
"Aye he is in." He answers frowning.
With out giving him a second look I enter my uncle's tent.
"Uncle?" I say entering the tent, there I see him on his grand oak thrown. He looked older than the last time I saw him, but his sword was still lying next to him.
"Is it my beloved niece? Our are my eyes deceiving me?"
It feels so good to hear his voice again.
"Aye uncle." I smile.
"Well come here and give an old man a huge." He stands up from his thrown and walks at me.
He is still a tall proud man. I smile even grater and hug him.
"Why do you visit us dear?" He asks.
"I come to ask you to fight." I say.
"For who?" He asks arching an eyebrow.
"Arthur Pendragon, and the Woads."
"Why?"
"He and his knights saved me and Gwen, and the enemy is Cerdic, the cruellest of Saxons."
My uncle sighs.
"I have heard great tales of Arthur and his knights. Are thy true?"
"Aye, the knights are as brave and selfless as you."
"This Arthur is he an honourable man?"
"As honourable as you." I smile.
I look at my uncle's face, clearly he is thinking. After five silent minutes he speaks up.
"Berg!" He calls.
"Aye milord." Berg says entering.
"Master The Belgae! We ride to ware!"
Berg nods and runs out, I can hear him shout.
"Belgae! We ride to ware!"
I smile at my uncle.
"Come childe, I have something for you." He opens a box that stands on his table.
He pulls out a beautiful sword, it was clearly a work of craftsmanship.
"It was your mothers. It was made in our homeland, long, long ago."
"Uncle its beautiful." I whisper.
"Its yours, my child." He says handing me the sword. "Now go prepare we ride out in a few minutes."
I tie the sword to my waist, and manage to get my hands on throwing daggers and more arrows.
"Marian!" A voice calls.
Oh no! Pleas tell me its not how I think it is.
"Marian, is it true where going to fight for Arthur Pendragon?" And yes its Berg how asks me this.
"Berg leave her alone and go prepare!" A deep, powerful voice calls.
I know who it is, our druid, Baruch.
"Dear friend." I smile.
"Well my little Marian has finally grown up." The old man smiles. His long whit beard and whit robs, gives away he is a druid. He thought me everything I know about healing and herbs. He is the wisest of all my people.
"Baruch are you coming with us?"
"Not to fight dear, but to heal." He grins. "I'm to old to fight along such young worriers. However I can still beat them up with my staff." He says lifting up his white oak staff.
"I remember you chasing after Berg while swinging your staff." I chuckle.
"On witch accession?" He smirks. "I still haft to chase him around sometimes."
"The two of you stop laughing with one of my most valued worriers!" My uncle says riding up to us.
I know he was only half serious.
"Cameron! Bring Baruch his horse! And mine as well!" I shout to the servant of my uncle.
Soon he arrives with our horses.
"Its time to leave uncle we most be there before midday."
"Your right childe. Belgae! We ride north!"
With this we put our horses in gallop. We rest not, just ride. It doesn't take long our we see our destination. As we ride into the open field. I see Arthur stand on the hill. And turn to my uncle.
"That's him." I say nodding at Arthur.
"Where most we stand?" Uncle asks me.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
"You are the leader, you make the decisions."
"There at the threes, the Woads will be there when it starts." I say nodding at the forest.
"Alright, go up meet Arthur offer him your serves."
"Aye uncle, take car off yourself." I say and ride up to Arthur.
"Arthur!" I say getting of my horse. I pull out my new sword. "The Belgae offer an allegiance." And I get on one knee and put my sword at his feet. "We shall fight and die for you."
"You most not bow for me. If you hadn't come we would have lost." He says smirking. "Fifty men is not a small thing."
"Aye." I say getting back on my horse. In the distance I see they other knights ride off.
Suddenly I see Bors ride at us yelling "Artorius!" and than turns back to the others.
I see a man come at us, the Saxon, Cerdic.
"Come stand next to me, you are a ruler." He says.
I nod. And motion my horse next to his.
"If I die at least its next to a friend." I say.
"Same here." He smirks.
The man comes up to us and starts to circle us.
"Arthur, wherever I go on this wrenched island, I hear your name. Always half whispered, as if you were, uh, God. All I see is flesh, blood. No more God than the creature you're sitting on." He snorts. "And is this you knight a Woad girl." He says turning to me.
"I'm only a half Woad. And not a knight." I snap.
"Then what are you? A Roman's servant?"
"A Gaul. A leader of The Belgae. I just offered Arthur a allegiance." I say coolly.
I detect a hint of fear in his eyes. I know the Belgae are famous for their bravery and determination. Even Saxons most have heard of us.
He looks at me coolly and turns back to Arthur.
"If you come to beg a truce, you should be on your knees."
"I came to see your face so that I alone may find you on the battlefield. And it will be good of you to mark my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth." Arthur says pointing his blade at the man.
I can't help but smirk. We turn and ride of. But we can still here him say.
"Finally, people worth killing."
"That went well." I smile at him.
"Look who's talking, you have spent to much time with Lancelot." He smirks.
Back on the mountain we wait for the Saxons to form ranks. Out of the corner of my eye I see five figures join us.
"Couldn't leave us alone." I say turning to the knights.
"We can't let you take al the glory." Lancelot smirks.
"Plus you would die without me." Bors says.
"My wife can wait. I'm doing what Lancelot advised me, I'm spending a little more time with a pretty Gaul." Galahad smiles at me.
"I'm staying because I can't go find a wife on my one." Gawain says semi-serious.
"I just want to fight. And see if the Belgae are as good as people clam them to be." Tristan shrug's.
"Even better." I say smirking at him.
"Where are the Woads? And The Belgae?" Gawain asks.
"In the forest." I say pointing at the trees.
"How many? Belgae I mean." Tristan asks.
"Fifty men on horses, and a druid." I say smirking.
"Fifty?! That's not nothing!" Bors announces.
After that we stand there still. You could here a pin fall. Smoke begins to fill thy air, and the gats open slowly. We wait as the Saxons approach it confidently. Obviously thy didn't know about the Woads and Belgae in the wood.
"I haft to go. My people are waiting for me." I say and put my hors in gallop. Through a secret way I arrive at the forest earlier than the Saxons. I manage to enter the forest unseen by the Saxons.
Gwen stood before me smirking.
"Nice army."
"Thanks. Ready?"
"I was born ready." She smirks.
"I think there far enough in the smoke."
She nods.
"Belgae, bows at the ready."
I look at Gwen.
"You give the signal Gwen."
"NOW!" She yells.
Battle cry's erupt as arrows fly throw the air. It was a sign for Arthur's men. I can hear Bors' voice call "Artorius!" At the moment they weren't needed the first group had been slaughtered by Belgae en Woad arrows. The smoke was clearing and the rest of the army was marching towards us.
Suddenly I hear a female voice in my head:
"You most save Lancelot and Tristan. They while die if you don't interfere."
Is this real our part of my imagination? I can't take any chances.
"Berg!" I call.
"Aye Marian." He says ridding up to me.
"Look after that knight." I say pointing at Lancelot.
"Why?"
"My gut tells me he will need your protection." I might not like Berg but he is the best worrier of the Belgae. And I'll take car of Tristan.
"Get it." He nods.
The army of Saxons come closer and closer. There leader sends one flank of his army to us. Yet he begins to march towards the knights.
"Gwen can you handle them or do you need our assistance?"
"I don't think will manage on our one, but we don't need the fifty of you." She says thoughtful.
"Il leave twenty men with you."
She nods.
"Uncle you and your men stay here! Berg, Mortimer you and your men follow me!"
Merlin and thy other Woads appear on Arthur and the knights their side and push catapults up the hill. I and my men ride towards them. Taking the same way I took a few minutes ago.
"Your back." Arthur says smirking. "You did good down there."
"Thanks." I say.
"So these are the famous Belgae." Bors says looking at Berg and Mortimer.
"Aye. Knights meet the commanders Berg and Mortimer. My uncles most trustworthy worriers."
I hear cry's come from the Saxons how where fighting against Gwen. The Woads had used lit arrows. Thy had broken the lines of the Saxons. And now the Saxons had reached us and we began a heated battle. I tried to keep an eye on Tristan while hacking down on Saxons and trampling them with my horse. Five Saxons surrounded me. I pulled out one of my throwing knives and hit one right in the neck. I pull out my new sword and hack down on the one on my right. Suddenly I hear Galahad shout at me.
"On your left!"
I turn to my left and see a Saxon's sword come at me. I managed to dodge the blow. And give him a blow in the neck. I Separated his head from his body, not a pretty sight. An other one I manage to stab right in the hart, I pierced his armour and he falls down immediately. Thy last one I hit right between his shoulder blades. I look around and see something I truly feared. Tristan was fighting the Saxon leader, Cerdic. I ride up to him. I watch as Cerdic knocks the swords from Tristan's hand with a cut to his arm. Yet he kicks it back to him. I haft to give him that he's fights fare. Tristan quickly picks it up and draws a dagger and lunges at him. Wrong move, Tristan I thought you where smarter than that! Cerdic is too quick and twists Tristan's arm so he falls on his own blade. I see Arthur trying to get to him but he's to fare away. I jump down from my horse.
And run to them. Tristan try's to grab his sword. But the Saxon pulls him back and is about to give him the final blow. I hold my sword in one hand and with thy other I pull out a dagger.
I try to put my sword in between Tristan and the Saxon's sword. I hear our swords connect and I know it worked. Without hesitating I put my dagger to the Saxon's throat.
"Your not immortal, not even untouchable." I hiss.
"Why do you care if he dies? He answers to Romans!" Cerdic says.
"He answers to Arthur! And he's my friend!" I say as I see Arthur advancing. "And I warn you if you want to fight with me I will kill you without giving you your honour! So if your not immortal I suggest you go and fight Arthur! For I will slaughter you like a beast!" I know that when I'm mad I tower over the people I shout at. I feel him back away.
"Fine I will kill your leader first and than I will come back and kill you two."
"Don't count on it." I hiss. After he and Arthur face each other on the battle field I look at Tristan.
"Cane you hear me?" I ask.
He nods.
"Can you breath?"
Again he nods.
I pull up his tunic. And see many scratches on his chest near his longs and his ribcage.
"Is he okay?" I hear Mortimer ask.
He and his worriers had formed a wall around us to protect us.
"I and your hawk order you to stay awake!" I say cupping his face in my hands and I feel tears fall down my cheeks.
"I thought you sad you didn't cry?" He says reaching up and brushing a few tears away.
"I didn't until I meet you guy's, you guy's ruined me ." I say trying to smile.
Tristan try's to get up, yet I push him down.
"No!" I say my voice unbreakable.
He coughs and spits out blood. I have never been so worried in my whole life. Wait...my father...my necklace! I undo the necklace that hangs beneath my cloths.
"Tristan! See this?!" I say holding out a silver chain and the pendant was a beautiful small diamond.
He nods.
"This was a gift from my father. On my fifth birthday he gave it to me. And he told me that Britain will not let the person who wares it die." I hang it around its neck and he passes out. "You will not die." I say and kiss his brow. "Baruch!" I scream out. It doesn't take long our Baruch is standing next to me.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Save him!" I say.
"He is badly wounded Marian, it would take a miracle to save him."
"Baruch remember when I was six and I was so sick. You sad it was a miracle I survived. But you performed that miracle! Now I'm eighteen and I ask you to perform an other miracle! Not for me but for Tristan!"
He sighs and gives Tristan a look.
"Help me put him on my horse."
I smile. "Thank you Baruch." And I help him put him on his horse.
He climes on his horse, remarkably easy for a man his age.
"Cameron!" I call.
The young servant appears in less than a minute.
"Make sure they reach the wall!"
"Aye milady."
"See you at the wall Tristan." I say stroking his face.
Again I start to hack in on Saxons seeking revenge for Tristan and Dagonet. My primal instinct takes over and the only thing I can think about is "Kill the Saxons."
After a while the battle is ended.
I fall to my knees on the ground. I feel such a sharp pain in my shoulder.
"Marian dear have you seen Tristan? Arthur sad he saw you with him is he alright?" Lancelot asks.
Thank the goddess Lancelot lives. Suddenly I think about Tristan and tears sting in my eyes. And again I start crying.
"Marian?" Lancelot walks over and pulls me in a huge.
I hear a sharp intake of breath.
"Marian do you know you have an arrow sticking in your shoulder?"
I shake my head.
"I'm going to pull it out alright?"
I nod. I feel a sharp stab in my shoulder.
"There, now what happened to Tristan?"
"He got hurt. And he had scratches everywhere. I called our druid and he took him to the wall."
"Okay you sit here. I will come and get you when we are done."
I site here as they pile and burn the dead body's.
T.B.C
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