Chapter 3
LANCELOT'S POINT OF VIEW (sort of)
From inside the hall the man ran in with a panic stricken look on his face. He quickly slammed the huge doors shut and forced a wooden barrier across the doors before padlocking it. By that point the band had stopped playing and everyone was starring at the man trying hard to drag a table in front of the doors.
'What's going on?' Arthur said running up to the man.
'Saxons, about 5 they're in the village, I don't think they saw me' he panted still struggling with the table.
'Isabelle's out there' Lancelot said running to Arthur's side. They both looked at each other then pushed the table that the man had finally blocked the door with out of the way. Lancelot ran to the other side of the room and grabbed his sword before slamming it down onto the Padlock which broke off. By now people where starting to panic as they realized what was going on.
'Don't open the doors!!' a man shouted running forward trying to move the table back.
'My friend is out there!' Lancelot yelled pushing the man away. The other knights where now helping Lancelot and Arthur with the door. They managed to push the wooden block of and it made a large bang as it hit the ground.
'They would have heard that!' shouted someone in the crowd.
ISABELLE'S POINT OF VIEW
I decided to move back into the cover of the trees, I didn't know why I just felt something was wrong. I heard a large bang from inside the hall. I was about to step out into the clearing in front of me when I saw 5 large Saxons talking in a group at the top of the path. The doors to the hall opened slowly and Lancelot, Arthur, Tristan, Gawain and Galahad slowly squeezed out the gap in the door. Arthur said something to them and he and Tristan went round the back of the hall as Galahad and Gawain headed of in the opposite direction. Lancelot stood in front of the door looking around.
I looked back at the Saxons who where now coming down the path quietly looking in all directions. They where going to see Lancelot. I tried to gesture to him quietly but he didn't see me. I picked up a stone and rolled it towards him, it hit him on the foot and he looked up at me.
'What are…?' He started coming towards me, I frantically gestured for him to go back. He got the idea and ducked behind a tree, looking around to see what I was so scared of. I looked back at the Saxons.
They had heard Lancelot and were drawing their swords whispering to each other as they ran from tree to tree. They started to sneak quickly in Lancelot's direction; He couldn't see them and was still looking around anxiously.
I had to get their attention.
'Oh no' I said so they would hear me. They kept walking in Lancelot's direction.
'OH NO!!' I shouted louder, they all turned and looked at me.
'After her' I heard a Saxon yell
'About time' I said turning to see Lancelot looking surprised and standing up.
He saw the Saxons and ran towards me forgetting to pick up his sword, the Saxons chased after us. As he ran past me he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him.
We ran as fast as we could away from the hall. We were darting through trees and dodging branches. Lancelot lead me around the woods so we where heading back towards the village. We ran into a clearing I looked up and saw Arthur, and the other Knights facing the other direction.
'Arthur!!' I yelled out as I tripped over a loose branch on the ground.
They spun around as I tumbled to the ground causing me to loose my grip from Lancelot. By the time Arthur and his knights where at the bottom of the hill the Saxons where on top of me. One grabbed my arm hoisting me up; he held me close and put his sword to my throat Don't come any closer one said pointing his sword menacingly as Lancelot prepared to fight them. Galahad pulled him back.
'She's a pretty little thing isn't she' one said grabbing my dress and pulling me towards him.
'It'd be a sham to waste' he said pulling out his sword.
Lancelot grabbed Gawain's Sword and ran forward pointing the sword at his throat.
'That's not a wise move' he said tightening his grip and pressing the sword hard on my throat so I bit of my blood dripped down my neck.
No one knew what to do. There wasn't going to be an easy way out of this.
Gawain pulled Lancelot back knowing that if they made a move he would kill me.
'Isabelle' Galahad shouted
'What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us' He said like he was trying to tell me something. I looked back at him with a confused look on my face.
'What are you talking about fool' shouted one of the Saxons
Galahad was still looking at my dress I put my hand near my waste and felt a small bulge.
'The knife' I whispered to myself. I secretly placed my hand in my pocket and pulled out the knife. Galahad saw this and readied himself for a fight. I took the knife and as quickly as I could and lodged it into the Saxon's stomach, he let out a cry just as I released myself from his grip.
All the knights reacted at once, Galahad Ran up to the Saxon who quickly took a swing at him cutting his arm. A turned around and stabbed him again causing him to fall to the ground. All the other knights were already on top of the Saxons killing them quickly. I fell on my knees from sheer relief it was over. Galahad and Lancelot sat down beside me, while the others looked over the Saxons.
I had blood on my hands, like the Saxon, and just as I couldn't tell whether his actions were good or bad, so too I couldn't tell what mine were. Had I killed out of love for the knights, as part of a noble crusade to stop them getting hurt and keep our land free? Or had I killed because I valued my life above that of others? Would it be OK for me to kill a dozen others to keep myself alive?
'I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said those things.' Lancelot said bringing me out of my thoughts.
'I overreacted, I shouldn't have run of like that' I said silent tears were running down my face. Lancelot wiped them away and smiled.
'Galahad, are you alright?' I asked looking at his arm which was now bleeding quite badly
'I'll be fine, we have to clean up that cut on your neck' He said touching the cut to see how bad it was.
'Come Galahad, we have to fix your arm' Tristan said pulling him up and walking towards the hall with the other knights.
I wiped my hand on the cold grass to get some of the blood of. I turned towards Lancelot; he was already looking at me. He placed his hand on my neck and quickly lent over and kissed me. He took me by surprise, I kissed him back and when we pulled away he jumped up smiling and gave me his hand.
'Come, I want to show you something' He said pulling me up.
He led me into the forest, I didn't know if he was following a path but I assumed he knew where he was going. I had to jog to keep up with him. The moon was so bright I could see forever. Trees and boulders and even the summits of other mountains cast giant black shadows across the ground
'Where are we going' I said laughing
You'll s…' He broke of coming to a halt causing me to run into him.
'Did you hear that?' he whispered pulling me back towards a tree. I strained my ears to hear something. I saw a large black shadow moving in the midst of the trees in front of us. Lancelot grabbed my hand which told me he had seen it to.
'Wait here' He said looking at me and quietly drawing his sword. I opened my mouth to argue but he kissed me on the cheek before I could say anything. He quietly walked into the trees and out of my sight.
I stood there listing for any noise. Nothing came. I started to take a few steps forward when I heard the sound of a foot stepping on dried leaves just to my left. I ducked back into the trees just as a Saxon walked in front of me. He hadn't seen me; I looked to see if there was any other behind him.
He looked like he was alone. I grabbed the Knife from my dress pocket and quietly walked up behind him. I quickly stabbed him in his side while grabbing his hand that held his sword. He turned around as I stabbed him again. He fell down on his back.
I had blood on my hands again. I looked at the Saxon lying on the ground struggling for breath. He was young for a Saxon and looked as though he had a kind face. I didn't know what to do with him, Lancelot came running up to me.
'We've got to get out of here,' he said. His eyes had passed over the Saxon on the ground, but he hadn't shown any surprise. Now he focused on him.
'What happened?' he asked looking at my hands
'He was walking in the forest' I said
'He's still alive,' Lancelot said looking at the Saxon on the ground struggling to breath
'Yes'
'Well, what are you waiting for?'
I wasn't sure what he meant. 'I was waiting for you,' I said. 'And I didn't know what to do with him. But I think he's close to dying.'
'We've got to go,' he said again.
His eyes scanned the ground. Suddenly he bent down and picked up the Saxon's knife from the ground. At first I thought he'd overbalanced and fallen on him. I even gasped and started to say 'Look out'. But I realized at once that it was deliberate. Lancelot had landed with his knees on the Saxon's chest and at the same time had buried the knife in him, aiming at the heart. The Saxon gave a terrible gasp and both his arms lifted slightly, with the fingers flailing. As a bright light from the moon shun down through the trees I saw the face go very white, and a rush of blood pour from the mouth as it slowly opened. It stayed open. Then something left the face, a spirit or something fled from it, and he was dead.
Lancelot jumped up
'Are you alright?' he asked quickly
I nodded slowly; my mouth was still open in shock. He grabbed my hand and we started running as fast as we could back to the town. I wasn't sure what Lancelot had seen. But I knew it was bad. I never thought of Lancelot as a killer, he always tried to come across as a lover who cared about people. I felt a bit deceived, it was like all the time I was with him he'd been handing a big sign around his neck, and like a fool I'd kept reading it.
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SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER CHAPTERS I DIDN'T RELISE I'D PUT SO MANY QUOTSY LINES IN. I TRIED NOT TO DO IT IN THIS CHAPTER!!!