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3° - Hidden thoughts
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The evening was come down.
In the hut ,the crackle of a fire, broke off a heavy silence.
She had been waked up... but she was the only one to know it... she thought Lancelot was applying to an ointment on his right shoulder... the fire in front of,the shoulders towards her .
The light of the fire danced on his ridges, many time some red line interrupted the sinuose lines of muscles in order to find deep scars.
His shirt was descent until the waist.

She felt better... she didn't know how much she had slept... she passed a hand on the wounded shoulder and discovered something of greased that it covered the wound.
An unexpected flush colored her cheeks... he had medicated her and dressed... therefore for all this time he had seen her in all and for all...

She thought to take her small revenge continuing to spy him for a little time yet...

"How much time thoughts to remain such way, Myladie"
She winced... sluices the eyes and made feint to continue to sleep...

Lancelot wasn't turned while he had spoken to her ... couldn't have seen her.
She felt a noise of steps to approach her... The smell of him became more intense.
She was still with the eyes sluices... She close felt a breath to hers lips....

"But what..." If he thought to be useful easy for the situation therefore he was mistaking a lot.
She opened the eyes suddenly and she found him near her mouth... "What you were doing, knight"
"I controlled your glares, Myladie" said it without to move... moving of his lips so near to hers, jolt her inner ropes.
"and now what are your intentions?" The voice came out croaky ... broken...

She was alive, she was returned the usual Guinevere and it was also thanks to him... he din't know as he had made the entire time to repress his instincts in when he had cured her the wounds.
He had uncovered nearly every part of her skin... had caress it with bathes rag , had spread ointments and had covered her with dresses that he had found in a closet.
All this one ,trying to leave don't fade away the image of her body in his mind... knew that soon this forced intimacy would be finished...

"My shirt... I would want put it on " He turn away...

"I suppose that I would have thank you in order to have saved me ..."The fixed eyes on those of him in challenge tone.
Lancelot put seated close her, an arm was put to a risen knee, the shirt was still where had fallen before...His gaze on her… "Myladie is my duty run in aid of lady in danger"
"Even if the lady is a woad... and she was in a field of war?" She alluded out a smile with a sort of sureness..

"I suppose that nobody had said to you that you wern't invited"
His tone was returned serious... didn't admit contradiction...

Guinevere withdrew the smile.
"But noone hadn't said me too that I would have been helped from one woman who although hers wounds, is able to spread a saxone with a single blow of knife to the throat..."

" This is bad for you knight? To be saved from a woman "
But what was she saying? It was her that have been saved... She still remembered the relief that the sight of Lancelot had given to her and the sudden start of anger that had filled when had been found so near taht saxon ...

But now, in front of him, only succeeded to still defend herself... still and still... her heart wouldn't have yielded a step... it didn't allow her...

"For you is so bad, in order once, to place your weapons away"
Guinevere didn't attend this answer... The voice was decided but lacking in hatred.
"Here there aren't enemy... there are only I and you... and nobody of the two is in a position to engaging a combat"
He was raised and he gone to resume the shirt...

"So it's decided… I will save my honor when you recover yourselves"
She put herself to seat on the bed, a sleeve of dressed its decreased, discovering abundantly one shoulder … "Sword ,knight?" "Then … you will lose, myladie" "You are too much sure of you, lord"

Lancelot was folded and taken one dirty rag from earth.
"If you don't dislike , I have thought to regain my cape "
The knight was watching that rag with a raised eyebrow… An impulse salted from the throat until her lips... which were folded in an uproarious smile.
Laughed... as she didn't make from a lot... carried one hand to the mouth.
The ace of her that was smiling it was something of divine.
Away the pain and the sadness for having to fight every day for them freedom; at least for a single moment in both life… The house was filled up of theirs laughed... the sun finally was risen

A door was opened to the unexpected one... Two greens eyes appeared on the threshold.
"Arthur!" Lancelot run encounter to the friend.
Arthur didn't say nothing, race encounter to the friend and embraced it, in the mind a twister of questions... especially on that confidential and extended air.
"I was worry for you, but thanks to God you are in safe" "Not for your God, Arthur... " He smiled and gave one slap on the shoulder to the friend...

Also the other knights were arrived ... in a moment were burst a party... the knights spoke between them... helped Guinevere to raise herself.
"Lancelot, thinks that we have had it to stop. He would have come to rescue you in flood storm!" Bors put an hand on Arthur's shoulder… Lancelot didn't say nothing , knew the temperament of Arthur.
It was for that one he had become his better friend, theirs two minds were loyal an other without exclusions.
"He's always a my knight , Bors"
They set offed slowly towards the point of the forest in which the others were collected... Everyone with his hidden thoughts.
Arthur had uncovered the doubt.
Guinevere had uncovered the impetus of one summery storm.
Lancelot had chained his heart to an impossible dream...

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