The Caravan is moving alone slowly, Arthur riding in the front with his knight's. He looks back and see's Guinevere at the front of the carrage. He falls back and rides beside her. "My father told me great tales of you." she said as he got closer. "Really? And what did you hear?" he asked.
"Fairy tales. The kind you hear of people so brave, so selfless that they can't be real. Arthur and his knights. A leader both Britain and Roman. And yet you chose youallegiance to Rome. To those that take what does not belong to them. That same Rome that took you men from their homeland." She said in disgust.
Arthur looked back at her Angrily, "Listen, Lady, do not pretend that you know anything about me or my men." he looked ahead again.
Guinevere still questioned him. "How many Britions have you killed?" Arthur sighed "AS many as tried to kill me. It's a natural state of man to want to live." Her reply was "Animals live. It's the natural state of any man to want to live free, in their own country." she sits up "I belong to this land. Where do you belong, Athur?"
Arthur was silent for a moment, he looked back and saw Angharad in the back of the wagon sleeping. "How's your friend?" Guinevere looked back at her. "She's pertty banged up, but I'm sure she'll live." she looked down at her hands " She was always the strong one." Arthur looked at Guinevere confused "How so?"
Looking up at Arthur she replyed, "She could kill five men alone. She had it hard, her mother died when she was very young. She didn't even know her father." she paused chuckling to herself.
"What's so funny?" asked Arthur "She always wanted adventure. Her and I would always find trouble, but she would find out of it." There was a look of sorrow across her face. "But being caught by Marius and thrown in to his dungen was one thing she could get out of. Though she tired. More then I did." She looked up with a angry face. "Why do you serve the Roman's? You saw what they did."
Arthur was silent once more. "How's your hand?" Guinevere sighed " I'll live, I promise you. Is there nothing about my land that appeals to your heart? Your own Father married a Brition. Even he must have found something to his liking." Arthur remained in silence and rode of.
The Caravan had stopped for the night. Guinevere had just been cleaned by Fulciana, and it was now Angharad's turn. Fulciana first washed her long hair in a water basin and the braided it. Then stiched the gash on her head. Then she took off her so called clothes. Fuciana gasp when she saw Angharad's back. There were several ten inch scars down her back. She took a cloth and wiped her back gently. While she was doing that, Anghard washed her face in a water basin. As Fulciana was washing her back she saw that in one of the fresher cut's, had a piece of cloth in it.
"Child!" she said and the girl looked back at her. "There a piece a cloth in one of your cuts. If I don't get it out, it will be infected." The girl looked ahead and grabed each side of the table. Fulciana took twizzers, then took a deep breath and look closely at the scar. She finally saw a piece that she could pull. Then she did quick and Angharad grunted when she did.
Fulciana sighed heavily "It's done."
Angharad was done bathing and was wearing a white dress that Fulciana gave to her, very much like Guinevere's dress.
Then she went down to one of the many fire's. The one she went to had some of the knight's around it. Dagonet stood up as she approched and gave her a bowl of stew. She then sat between Galahad and Gawain. Gawain looked at her and knew the was was right earlier, she was beautiful. She had curly black hair and her sink was a milky white and her eye were a bright green.
Gawain lasked her "How are you doing?" she did not reply, she just sat there and ate her food. "Okay," he said as he looked at Dagonet, "Anybody else want to try to talk to her." Galahad looked a Gawain, smiling. " She's probably scared of your hair." Gawain glared at the younger knight. "She probably doesn't speak our language." said Dagonet. Gawain nodded in agreement.
"She reminds me of someone but I just can't think of it. How old do you think she is?" asked Gawain. Galahad took a quick glance at her. "I would say...humm..fourteen." he said. She looked up for her meal "More like seventeen." The knights were suprised and looked at her in silence.
