A kindred of Arthur;
It was with mixed feelings that the great warlord, Llewellyn; a frightening man. Walked to the great fort of the last Dux. He didn't want to come but his hunger for the fight had made him and his men come to this fort.
One of the other reasons he didn't want to come. Was that Herzeleide had the strange habit of making his champion turn all weak. He didn't really remember how Herzeleide looked, he only remembered the great impact she had made on his men. It was disappointing to him that her smile was enough to make his best warrior melt. He never saw what was so interesting about a woman; he did take a slave with him to his tent on cold winter nights, and did with them what he thought other men did with them. But it didn't give him a lot of pleasure, he preferred the battlefield.
Llewellyn was walking next to his champion, the gigantic man who didn't speak. And since he couldn't speak, he couldn't tell Llewellyn his name. He had called him Turi, what means bear; because he kind of looked like the great animal he was named after.
Turi nudged his captain in the ribs and motioned to a group of Christians who where walking in front of them.
"Yes I know; worshipers of the carpenter's son. Let's hope that they don't annoy us." Llewellyn said in his gruff voice. He really didn't like Christians; the new religion of the east had always been something that annoyed him. Turi didn't like them either; when he was younger a group of Christians had cut out his tongue; because he was a pagan.
"Lord Llewellyn!" A voice that sounded vaguely familiar called.
Llewellyn turned around and saw the king of kings run towards them.
"Arthur Pendragon, I had expected you!" Llewellyn said. He liked Arthur; even though he was a Christian.
"I was expecting you as well Llewellyn! You can never pass on a good fight." Arthur smiled while greeting Turi; who just nodded at the king.
"Tell me is you're cousin still beautiful?" Llewellyn asked.
"Why yes, interested?" Arthur laughed.
Turi grinned and looked at his lord in amusement.
"Not really, its just she always makes my men go weak with her smile. I was hoping she had become ugly." Llewellyn said disappointed.
"You are still the strangest man I ever meet." Arthur laughed.
Turi nodded in agreement. He had always loved to see Herzeleide smile. She had the perfect smile.
"But something else I need to know; is this boy really Lancelot's son?" He asked Arthur.
"Yes, and he is his spitting image." Arthur said proudly.
"May anybody who is up there help us! I don't think I will survive another Lancelot." Llewellyn said.
Llewellyn and his men had finally reached the main hall of the fort.
There where two woman sitting at the end of the hall; one very old woman dressed in the white robe that the lady's of the lake wear; she most be Modron, the grandmother of Herzeleide. And the other one had to be Herzeleide; she had bright blue eyes, brown hair that reached her hips and a smile that lit up the room. Her beauty was so extreme that she seemed to exist in a world of her on.
When she saw Llewellyn and Arthur she offers them her perfect smile; she had a beautiful smile with perfect white teeth, even Llewellyn had to admit that.
And yet he was irritated with her; she had smiled at his champion as well. The last time she did that Turi hadn't eat, drank our fought for days! It was the first time that he realised not only young naïve maidens got infatuated.
"Arthur! I see you found Lord Llewellyn!" Herzeleide announced. "I'm very glad you cam dear Lord!"
"Lady," Llewellyn said coolly bowing his head. "Why isn't you're son here?"
"My son is eleven years old and knows nothing of ware." She answered loosing her warm smile.
The old woman who sat next to Herzeleide nodded.
"Llewellyn you shouldn't insult the lady!" A clear voice called.
Llewellyn knew who it was;
"Lucius," He mumbled. The irritating Roman! Llewellyn was the only one who called him that, probably because Lucius almost decapitated him once, by accident of course.
Everyone in the hall was quite. They all knew of Lucius his reputation; he was a dangerous horseman who many called "the mercenary" because of the many battles he fought. Arthur on the other hand smiled at the man, he know he was trustworthy.
"Dear Lord Lucius," Herzeleide said looking at the handsome face of the dark haired man. "Aren't you fare from home?"
"I come to offer you forty of my best riders." Lucius said walking up to the throne.
"Do you expect treasure as you're payment?" Herzeleide said suspicious; she had heard of his reputation.
"You insult me lady!" He said not loosing his smile. "I'm here as a captain of the Pendragon, and you're loyal servant!" He got on one knee and placed his right hand on his heart.
Herzeleide smiled slightly, she had always liked Lucius with his sophisticated Roman manners and big Celtic mouth.
She loved that he always looked straight in her eyes when he spoke with her.
"I did not mean to insult you. I appreciate you're aide." She looked at him with friendly eyes.
He nodded got up and took place amongst Arthur's knights.
The doors closed everyone who needed to be here was here, the meeting could begin.
T.B.C
In the next chap you will see more of Arthur and his knights. I SWEAR!
Xxx
Billie