2° - The time of the heart
An arrow grazed him the cheek...
"Arthur there we are" He spurred the horse to the gallop encounter to a sea of Sassons.
All those armors on the ground were to the same level of the Roman… were placed in order preventing to catch up his freedom... all the anger repressed previously exploded to the unexpected one... and he was decided to vent it without impediments...
Arthur jolt the head, nobody had said that Lancelot had be launch ahead in order to catalyze the attention of the enemy... but by now … he had not never seen it therefore as now…
"Well, they will be hardly a hundred. It seems that still they have not made in time to recover the rears "
"Tristan!" Artù gave the free way to his right.
From his horse Tristan appealled his arc towards the sky, then he turns towards the alignment of the enemy and hurled a bundle of arrows...
Lancelot saw them to pass one behind the other, like two corridors parallels with him to the center... the other knights caught up ... his battle already was begun...
"Tristan, my friend , you had intention to kill me?"He said smiling…
"Have you intention to die for such little things?"
He comes down from horse and aimed a group of soldiers who were themselves line up around him...
He extracted his sword.
"Hey!Go" He freed its hawk... the arm knits between the two hands, the firm look on the shapes of his enemies who approach themselves slowly... a turn on itself... Three of the sasson were found itself without the sword... and also without an arm...
To the sight of the fate of their fellow soldiers the others were hurled on the anomalous knight, were in 4...
"Well We begin the dances" They saw the sword to trace a cross on everyone of them... a gesture express and fast... and then they did not see more nothing…
"You think to leave someone also to us , Tristan?" Lancelot had hust extracted his two swords from the chest of a sasson…
"I think that is the case that you turns"
He did not understand endured, but he was turned however and he seen a girl in the middle the field, without armor that was fighting to axe blows...
The hair were collected behind the head, the face was covered of blue lines, the wrapped body from that before was perhaps a wool cape...
"But where was she?" He had seen her on the wagon with the others ,crossing the path towards the forest...
"That crazy one"
He begans to ride in her direction, but a saxon was hurled against him, bringing an annoying misfortune…
She screamed, she felt only her screams and the terrible smell of blood that spreaded on every movement… neither the cold did not succeed to mitigate the wounds that she had been endured..
She had succeeded to stray from the path of the caravan and to catch up againg the valley where the knights found themselves...
Her adversary was too much obstinate... to the third blow of axe still did not fall to earth... and she had begun to lose blood too much... but also he had arrived to the limit...
She was turned in order to watch around... Tristan seemed he was dancing, every his cleaving it was died , there wasn't a movement that was not calibrated in order to go to sign...
Lancelot was rotating his swords in front of his enemy and with the head he was making sign to approach itself... was evidently irritated…
Her enemy was there , she would have had to resolve the contention soon, she had not done good the count with her physical state...
"Now or never more. Aaaaaah!" She was hurled, aiming the throat of the saxon, fixed the taken one on the axe and turning on herself ,she loaded the blow...
She felt an intense pain to the left arm, He had hit her with the sword... the mouth contracted in one grimace of pain, the attention towards her enemy...
Her axe planted in the throat of the Saxon. She had made it...
He saw her to fall to earth...
"Nooooooo!!!" Lancelot became a fury... had to still face 2 Saxons that was opposed...
"Take out from my way" without too many compliments he routed them without to cure to adorn itself from eventual cleaving... He began to run towards of her... it lacked little and he would have understood if she were still alive... or less...
"Myladie, how do you feel?" She saw a figure to fold itself on she... were the same eyes that she had seen for before the time after those long days of imprisonment...
Arthur taken her in arm and carried her on his horse to the edge of the forest
"Remained here, the time to arrange a suspended account in"
Lancillotto was firm in middle the field, His dirty swords of blood was a single thing with his arms, spread along his body...
Artù had saved her, she was alive, hurt but still she lives, and this was enough to him, but that weight on the heart show again itself overbearing...
He had comprised since the beginning that she would have come also.
Lancelot, instead, had believed to his eyes seeing her with the others on the path for the forest...
He felt a push behind the shoulders, was a saxon...
"I want to watch in face the ace of the man that I am in order to kill"
"I would not be so sure" He was one of the little survivors ,by now the battle turned to the term...
He understood that his opponent was armed from the force of the desperation with who feels alone... this by now could be much dangerous one.
He did not have doubts on the fact that would have defeated it, but would not have been therefore simple. Both with the sword were armed both in egual way...
He began to fight with decision... anyone was this one he was adorned foward ,he was his enemy and would have had to die...
He felt a scream of woman...
"Arthur" he screams the captain that was turned towards of him...
"The girl..."
He didn't feel to call her for name,in that field of blood, were like putting itself to knot...
They got rid fastly of their opponent, heading towards the girl who had been caught from two saxons...
They did not make in time... they saw her to disappear in the middle of the forest...
They watched eachother for a moment, Arthur turned his horse to the battlefield.
Lancelot was hurled to the pursuit of the two...
He saw one wake of spots of blood for earth.
Someone of them had to be hurt and was losing much blood...
They were penetrates in the forest but to the west... by now it began already not to feel more screams of the battle... She felt them to speak between them...
"Cinric must be driven crazy, these knights are worse of the demon"
"What does he import to you, we will be a little to amuse with this dirty woad and to the term of the battle we will re-enter with the survivors... if they will be some"
They driven in scrub caught up one hidden cove .
She was nearly senseless , she felt their hands to tear her improvised dress wildly ...
She was opposed, began to scream :
"Cursed bastard!"
She was useful for a distraction moment and seized a dagger hidden in the boot skillful...
They were in two and she had lost much blood... had to try...
She got rid and succeeded to hit in full chest one of the saxon... But her enemy did not fall down...
"Why don't he accusation the blow"
"Cursed viper, what you believed, that I go to fight without armor?"
An incredible pain as she had not never tried any, fell to earth under a rain of soccer and fists with the desperation in the sure heart of her fate..
They were still many things to make... but above all she would have intentional see again those black eyes like the dark that it scares, before dying......
As soon as the two noticed that she was senseless they stopped...
"You go to take some water ... i don't taste with one senseless"
He gallopped like a fury.
Where was she?
Arthur had saved her life, but now he was risking to loose her again... it was like dying two times...
He had the advantage from its part, they were not shrewed to be follow sure...
he saw one of the two horses firm, outside from one cove...
He approached removing his swords... He counted a single man...
He saw her down , covered by dirt, the part over of the dressed one completely torn, the legs covered from piece of cloth... She was senseless, He saw two deep cuts on the arms and varies signs of contusion on all the body... Those bastards had dive her until making it to senseless, he felt to boil the blood in the veins.
It was a moment, sparking of the swords, the screams of the saxone, other blood to earth... he transfix him in full chest... He was still alive...
"Bastard, what thinks you to make?"... He did not give him the time to answer, turned the sword of 180 °, therefore he extracted it.
The saxon fell to earth that was already on the road of hell.
He was approached, bore away them some hats that fell back on her ace... He had to make soon... that creature therefore strongly lay deprives of senses close him...
Although he was accustomed to the blood ,he felt a node in throat to see all the wounds that she had endured.
He taken her in his arm... he felt her like a dead weight...
and then he had fear...
"Those eyes...open them!"
He was screaming it ...
He did not wish it only...
He expected...
He had to carry the first possible one to the castle... but in those conditions she would not have to survive to travel to horse...
A noise...
"and who you are?"
The second saxon had re-entered... he saw him to run towards of armed sword...
He freed the right arm leaving to slip the body of her on his, holding firm the waist with the left arm... soon as her feet grazed earth extracted one of his swords...
"What do you think to make with that weight died on the left arm ,knight... leaves it and fights with me"
He never would not have left her... he would not have never intentional to reply the state in which he had found her as soon as arrived... he would not have left her in that place overflow of pain and violence single...
"For you a single arm can be enough".
The saxon was hurled against the knight who adorned the sure blow... with a single hand could defend itself but he had problems to attack...
He made two steps behind... after that would have been the wall that pitiless was opposed... Although that, he tightened her still more...
He adorned a new blow but this time was found disabled truly to move...
He saw the saxone which was extracting something with the free hand behind the town-walls...
To the unexpected one he saw a dagger planted in the throat of his adversary... and a sigh gives under his chin...
"You die... bastard"
A feminine hand was to the end of that arm... saw with the ace shaking for the effort... with the fire eyes revolts towards his enemy...
The saxone fell to earth... lifeless...
Her arm fell back heavy along the waist...
"I see that you have waked up , Myladie" tried to hold his classic tone, but within there was a sun after the storm...
She answered alone with an light smile therefore coughed... he saw her ace to change in a grimace of pain...
He taked again in his arm, the eyes of her were sluices again, the head had fallen behind...
He spread close a tree, her body was still knot... now that the tension had been become relaxed he has some difficult not to look on those curves...
He taken a blanket from his horse and he wrapped it all around her...
He felt to say something with low voice...he was approached more her lips...
"Water"
He raiseed her head rested it on his forearm and he guided the canteen to the mouth...
He saw drink her eagerly, part of the water slipped from the lips... going to form a set of lines on the neck...
He dried passing a hand over us... her skin was smooth like the silk...
The hand slowed down on some hats that covered an eye ...
He was felt to burn...
those fire eyes, now, were fixing him...
…
"Arthur! Welcome!... the knights were finally arrive to the forest...
"Merlino, Are the women with the children safe?"
"Yes, they have been escorted towards the side to the west of the forest, in that point the cold is milder... we will pass the night there..."
Arthur, could not be raised... Lancelot still was not back... he did not have idea which fate was touched to his friend and to the girl called Guinevere…
"Arthur, tomorrow morning we will leave of good hour to find them" Bors had comprised the feeling of his captain...
"But now, the night is come down and the snow it does not point out to stop... would be a suicide" Demorse... although its heart would have pushed it in middle of torments...
…
"Myladie, you can move yourself? We must find a shelter for the night "
She did not answer him, he only saw that slowly she was encircling his neck with her arms... He raised from earth, her taken made more knits...
He walked for a little, until when he find a construction abandoned in middle to the trees... It was not perfect but at least it was a shelter...
He found some blankets, he spread over her and exited to try some medicinal grass and a firewood in order to ignite a fire...
Every part of her body was lost in the oblivion of the pain...
It hurt her... except the heart... that it continued to strike in spite of the misery of her state...
Struck to the time of the steps of a knight who had saved her...
Ok this chapter is very long!!!!I work hard to translate from italian so if you like it please review!!!!
It would be very important to me!!!!
Thanks a lot