I know it took me long but here it is the new chapter of the silver winged falcon!

The silver winged falcon; part three; The warriors of Celts.

"Let me guess you're big brother?" Lancelot said looking at the tall man.

"Aye. This is my brother Aiden." Myrna said.

"I'm Arthur, and these are the Sarmatian knights." Arthur said politely he and his men are seriously outnumbered so he thought it best to be polite.

"I have heard the tales, children tales." He snorted jumping of his horse, he looked even taller than before.

"You most not treat friends as enemy's." Myrna whispered.

"Myrna you are wise, but naïve, you no not of what these men do. They work for Rome, there like mercenaries, they do Rome's filthy work. They kill people who want to protect there home's." Aiden said with a large tone of contempt in his voice, he pulled his sister closer.

"We do this not out of free will." Gawain says darkly. He didn't hide his hate for Rome, he never did.

"The Romans took us from our homes to fight for them." Galahad says with a tone of bitterness.

"I would die before I would fight for the enemy." The tone of contempt in Aidens voice grow with the second.

"How about you dieing because of my axe in you're head?!" Bors said taking out his axe.

"Not before I implant my sword in you're gut." Aiden said pulling out his sword.

"There is no need for this." Arthur said trying to calm down both parties.

"Like hell there isn't." Bors said walking towards Aiden. Dagonet grabbed his arm.

"Arthur is right. No good will come of this." Dagonet said calmly.

"Will all of you keep quite and listen!" Myrna shouted surprising everyone. "Brother keep you're manners they are coming to our village, by you're will our not. Knights do not mind my brother."

"I thought you didn't know our tongue that well." Gawain said to the girl after a moment of silence.

"I didn't, but I do something to learn it." Myrna smiled. She has so much goodness, even in this time.

"What is that?" Lancelot asked.

"Something none of you seem to do, I listen." She grinned.

The knights chuckled.

"Brother." Myrna said to her taller brother.

"Alright they can come." He sighed. His sister is the only one who holds power over him. He dragged her over to his horse and placed her on it, and he mounted behind her. She looked back to the knights and smiled.

The knights road in the middle of the cavalry.

"Impressive sword that grump has." Lancelot said after a while. "Great craftsmanship."

"I agree, bronze in the handle. Its difficult to make." Gawain added.

"That boy needs a good arse kicking. And hopefully I can give it to him." Bors grumbled.

"Arrogant bastard, isn't he." Lancelot said.

"Look who's talking." Gawain chuckled, everyone thought Lancelot was well,...arrogant, cocky, etc.

"He's worse." Lancelot replied hitting Gawain quite hard on the arm. "His sister is a different story, cute little thing, so nice and innocent."

"Don't even think about Lancelot." Arthur mumbled. "I will not fight Celts because you had problems controlling you're self."

The knights erupted in laughter. Except Tristan of course.

"I don't think he would be able to capture her affection Arthur." Dagonet said with an air of mystery.

"Why is that?" Arthur asked curios.

"She has been throwing Galahad looks every once and a while." The large knight chuckled.

"What dos he have that I don't have?" Lancelot said comical.

"It can't be a larger ego, you have the largest in this bloody world." Gawain said between laughs. The knights laughed even Tristan's mouth twitched, it looked like he wanted to laugh!

Lancelot rolled his eyes, and Galahad, Galahad stared at Myrna who sneaked a look at him over her brothers shoulder.

"It seems to me the interest is mutual." Gawain said grinning at the younger knight.

"Shut up Gawain." Galahad mumbled at the him.

"You shouldn't speak of our lady in that way, it could cost you you're head." A voice said from behind them. The voice sounded kind, yet scarred; the voice of a man who has seen terrible things.

"And who are you?" Lancelot asked turning around to face the man behind him. It was a rather young man, around Galahads age. He had dark brown hair that reached his eyes, giving him a mysterious look. His hair covered his brown eyes, the strange thing was he had blue spots in his eyes. His pale skin looked even paler because of his hair. His armour was impressive. Lancelot know this was a man he could lose from in a fight.

"I'm Evan, lord Aidens second in command." He said proudly.

"Pleasure." Lancelot said polite. There was no need to be rued to this younger man.

"I'm warning you, lady Myrna is the lords weak point. He would not hesitate to kill you if you hurt you dishonour her. But I wouldn't not hesitate ether." He said grinning. He reminded Lancelot in away of Tristan, the same mystery, the same grief lay in his eyes.

"Cane you tell us if you know about the Saxons?" Arthur asked Evan.

"Word has reached us. Our scouts saw them this morning." Evan said evenly.

"Do you know there numbers?" Arthur asked.

"Not precisely but our scouts said, they saw about one hundred men." Evan said, but there was a strange sparkle in his eyes.

"As I feared." Arthur sighed.

"As I hoped." Tristan mumbled with a grin. The other knights shacked there heads at that comment.

"You're friend has spirit." Evan smirked.

"Our friend is abnormal." Gawain said rolling his eyes. Tristan ignored the comment and patted his hawks beak. The hawk had returned after the argument with Aiden, and was now sitting on his rightful owners arm.

"Evan!" Aidens voice called.

"Excuse me." Evan said ridding to the front of the group. He and Aiden started to talk and laugh.

"Let us hope the women are as beautiful as Myrna, seeing we can't touch her without risking our lives." Gawain said looking around. Lancelot shot Myrna a look.

"She's worth the risk." He grinned. "Isn't she Galahad?!"

The young knight glared at him.

"Not funny! And keep quite!" He grumbled.

Lancelot just smirked.

T.B.C

First off an explanation of names:

-Myrna: Celtic, Muirne; gentle, soft, loved, sweet.

- Aiden: Celtic; little fire.

-Evan: Celtic; young warrior.

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