Thanks everyone who reviewed! I'm warning you this chap isn't funny its more an introducing to the Celtic people and of course you get to meet the mysterious silver winged falcon.

So without further delay! Chapter two of the silver winged falcon!!

Chapter two; The sister of the silver winged falcon.

"What's your name?" Galahad asked. He was worried that she might take off, if he scared her.

She looked confused.

"Ainm?" Arthur asked. He was trying to recall as much Celtic words as possible.

"Myrna. I know your tongue a little." She smiled, glad that these men didn't mean to harm her.

"Is it alright if I take a look at you? To see if your alright?" Dagonet asked cautious walking up to her.

She nodded and let go of Galahads hand.

"What is this on your arm?" Dagonet asked studying the marking on her arm, just like the Saxons, but more gentle.

"Belenos he is a,......god." Myrna said.

"Isn't he the god of medicine?" Arthur asked.

The girl nodded. "Who are you?"

"I am Arthur and these are the Sarmatian knights."

"Do you answer to Rome?" Myrna asked suspicious.

"Yes, but not out of free will." Lancelot answered grumpy. This she seemed to understand.

"What are you?" Arthur asked curiously.

"A Celt. In your words a Gaul." She said.

"Nonsense there are no more free Celts here. They where all slaughtered our enslaved." Lancelot said frowning. He was almost certain of the fact that there where no more free Gaul's.

"That is not true! There are still three tribes left!" She said getting mad.

"Why? Why would Rome leave three tribes?" Gawain asked.

Tristan answered. "Self gain."

"Like with us? So they can call open them to fight for them?" Galahad asked.

"No, so they don't need to guard this part." Tristan answered simply.

"We not answer to Rome! My brother would never answer to Rome!" The girl said flatly.

"Who is your brother and where can we find him?" Arthur asked politely. He had seen the torque around her neck. He knew it meant she was important to her tribe.

"Brother is the leader of our tribe, he knows your tongue better than I do." The girl said struggling with the words.

"Your brother is a leader you say. Dos he know about the Saxons?" Arthur asked intrigued.

"I think not. You are hurt." She said as her eyes fell on Gawain's bleeding arm.

"Its nothing." He said while she walked to a bush.

"It bleeds." She said. She picked a leaf and walked over to Gawain. "Give your arm."

Gawain obeyed. She carefully placed the leaf on the cut.

"It stops blood." She smiled.

"You mean it stops the bleeding.?" Lancelot added helpfully.

She nodded and smiled.

"You're a healer. That's why you have the marking." Arthur said.

"Not just a healer, a druid."

"A druid?" Arthur said surprised. "Aren't you a little young?"

"You are born with gliocas, only sometimes it comes with years." She answered.

"what dos gliocas mean Arthur?" Lancelot asked confused.

"Wisdom. And lets go find your brother before more Saxons turn up." He said turning towards the Myrna. "Galahad, let her ride with you."

Galahad nodded. "Follow me." he said to her. "Can you mount?"

She nodded and mounted his horse carefully.

Galahad smirked. Girls are always so careful. He easily mounted behind her.

"You two ready?" Arthur asked.

Galahad nodded.

"Where can we find your village Myrna?" Arthur asked motioning his horse besides Galahads.

"Ride straight forward." The girl answered.

The knights didn't really know how to act around a girl like her so they just kept quit. The only thing that made a noise was Tristan's bird landing on its owners arm. Myrna looked at the hawk with interest. Suddenly she whistled. The hawk took of and landed on her shoulder.

"I have never seen him do that before." Gawain remarked.

"It seems the bird prefers female company." Lancelot said grinned.

"He's a hawk not just a bird." Myrna said petting the birds beak.

"Why did he go to you. He never goes to anyone but me." Tristan said intrigued. He had never seen his hawk do anything like that.

"Because my brother, he is the silver winged falcon." Myra smiled.

"Explain pleas." Lancelot said frowning, the my brother is a silver winged falcon confused him.

"Long ago a prophet told my ancestor Ambiorix, that in his line a silver winged falcon would be born and that he would find freedom and hope. He also foresaw Ambiorix his downfall. So Ambiorix send his young son to a nearby tribe. There the line continued. Many generations later my brother was born, the first born childe of the tòiseach. He was a month old when my mother left the house for a moment and when she came back there was a silver winged falcon sitting on the side of his crib. And every year on that day, our in his hours of need the falcon returns" Myra said.

"Interesting story." Arthur said, at this point a Calvary of about twenty men came storming at them.

"Sguir!" Myra yelled.

The leader of the group was tall, he had blond hair and his eyes where identical to Myra's. He had a bronze shield with Celtic markings on it. The knights assumed that this was Myra's brother.

"C' ar son?" The leader asked.

"Because they saved me! And speak there tongue!" Myra yelled jumping of the horse.

"Roman!" He hissed looking at Arthur, it was very obvious he had a disliking towards Roman's.

"Leave them!" Myra yelled getting in front of her brothers horse.

"I don't trust them!" He yelled back.

"You trust no one! Not even you're one sister!" She hissed at him.

He looked at her for a moment, and his expression softened.

"Alright then. Men get back!"

Myra smiled, she had just saved there lives like they had saved hers. But she still felt that she was in debt to them.

Believe me things get better, its just a lame part!