Gabrieal silently hoped that he would not be noticed. But then at the same time, he silently hoped that he would.
But it was several minutes of him slowly, hesitantly, walking around. Meandering through overturned pots, and flapping tents. Occasionally looking closely at a Saxon, only to quickly look away so as not to be seen.
He was being a coward, and he knew it. Time to make his presence known!
"Hey, you!" Gabrieal called to the nearest Saxon: a big, ugly looking brute with scraggly black hair and mean glittering eyes.
The Saxon stood at an alarmingly fast pace; faster than Gabrieal had expected. "Who r'you?" He shouted angrily.
Suddenly it seemed as if the entire army was upon him, shouting, and calling, and shoving...Gabrieal looked about himself anxiously. What had he gotten himself into this time?
"'E's a knight!" One of them said loudly, and Gabrieal doubted that he was capable of any other pitch.
"What's a knight doin' 'round 'ere?" Someone argued forcefully.
"'E's a spy!"
"Yeah! Yeah thas' ri'! Isn't it boy!" The Saxon Gabrieal had first spoken too pushed him hard, and Gabrieal fell painfully to the ground.
"NO!" The Sarmatian shouted, pushing himself off the soil. "I am NOT a spy! I bring you information about the battle plans and whereabouts of Arthur and his knights! Information you will not survive without!"
A murmur rang through the army with Gabrieal's words. Gabrieal just stood there, not blinking, and hoping against hope that he would be believed.
"How do we know you're not lyin'?" The first Saxon asked slyly.
"Because you'll believe me when I tell you that the knights and Arthur will be at your camp tonight at sundown. When you see them, you'll know I wasn't lying."
"Yeah?" The first Saxon challenged menacingly.
"Yeah!" Gabrieal replied defiantly, making fierce eye contact.
"Thas' not for us to decide." The Saxon grunted, grabbing Gabrieal by the scruff of his neck, and dragging him towards the largest tent.
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"Knights!" Arthur shouted above the din of camp.
Instantly, all was quiet and all attention was on Arthur, and Lancelot who stood beside him.
"We have been betrayed." Said Arthur bluntly. An angry murmur broke out, each knight looking around as if to accuse someone.
"By who?" Galahad asked, frowning deeply.
"Gabrieal." Stated Arthur, and the knights groaned.
"What are we going to do? Go after him?" Gawain shouted to Arthur.
"Are you insane?" Another knight hissed, looking appalled.
"I say we forget about him!" Bors yelled, and many shouted in agreement.
"How much does he know, Arthur?" Tristan asked softly.
Arthur shook his head. "I do not know."
Lancelot looked sharply at Arthur. "Do you think he could have reached them by now?"
Once again the Roman shook his head. "I say we do not risk it."
Tristan shot him a side glance. "You mean to continue with your plans, then?"
Arthur nodded. "Yes. Prepare what you need." He said to Tristan, then turned his attention to the wildly talking knights. "We ride for the Saxons at sundown!"
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Longer chapter next time!
Now on to the thanks:
VK- I hope Gabrieal knows too, lol. He didn't seem to take the advice the way it was meant...Thanks for reviewing:)
Evenstar-mor2004- Lol, can't tell you anything! Thanks for reviewing:)
Camreyn- Good questions! Hope you find out soon! Thanks for reviewing:)