Well meant deception
Rating: PG 13
I own nothing except places and people I make up. I don't even own the Knights you see in this chapter that weren't in the movie. The only knight I own is Sabina. Though I wish I owned the knights…
Chapter Four: First Funeral
To my reviewers I love you all…
Ephona
Thanks, I'll do my best to keep you happy.
je suis une pizza
Ooops I kind of forgot about the arrow. Lets just say she forgot about it in the midst of battle life. I'll try to figure out how to handle the knights talking about her- its kind of hard. I mean I'm describing her as a girl but the knights describe her as a boy- it confuses me :p
Chris Rorin
Thanks so much for that, I'll keep an eye out for the book.
Spectral Lady
Thanks for the review- here's some more.
Chiefhow
Thanks for that, don't worry you don't insult me- I need constructive criticism. I though for a while I'd make Sabina a little- you know um go with the flow type, she'll get more character when she's more sure of herself.
Dazzler420
Thanks, I wasn't to sure about the rating. It may go up later.
Lioness1
Dags gorgeous… I always get upset when he dies in the movie. I know there's no where near enough about him Yeah I've read the Song of the Lioness Quartet- Tamora Pierce rocks my socks! Protector of the Small would be my favorite series from her. I'll read your fic.
MonDieu666
Thanks! Your story rocks my world too. I love all the Knights. I hate how they killed lots of them in the movie though. It was horrible.
Gryffindors-seeker
I'll do my best, thanks for your review.
The ride back to the fort was quiet. There were a few injuries among the Knights- Bors being the worst- but none bad. Sabina's calf was hurting where the arrow hit it and there was a gash in her leg when the arrow was pushed out while she was fighting.
Everyone was in mourning for Bedivere, especially Lancelot. Next to Arthur Bedivere was Lancelot's closest friend. Sabina didn't know the deceased knight well, only for a few days but she liked him. She kept seeing him on his last night at the fort. Drinking, laughing, and flirting. A little over a day later he was dead. Dead. Funny how life was so short- so unpredictable Sabina thought. Everybody was lost in their own thoughts. If Sabina hadn't been off in her own private world she would have noticed Dagonet looking at her- trying to size her up. She put Bonnie away in her stall, fed and groomed her. Then she freshened herself up and all the Knights gathered on the burial grounds for Bedivere's funeral. I glanced through my lashes at the knights. Lancelot looked withdrawn, expressionless for once- which told everyone exactly how deeply he grieved, Bors who was surprisingly sensitive had tears in his eyes. Bleoberis, standing next to Bors looked quite rotten. Safir, Tristan and Lionel stood together all were characteristically emotionless. Kay and Gareth looked almost- bored. Those little bastards. Sabina thought if only it had been them that had died. Galahad and Gawain were quiet, both were distraught but Gawain more so than Galahad. Palomides was standing next to her in silent mourning, Percivale was on her other side, teary eyed, Dagonet was next to Percivale, silent, probably fighting his own personal demons like everyone else. Arthur was at Bedivere's gravesite saying kind words about the deceased that Sabina couldn't- or wouldn't hear. Basically it was a gloomy day. After the funeral the Knights were allowed a day of rest. Some went to the bar to drown their sorrows, some just wandered off to do their own thing. Sabina wasn't sure what she should do- she didn't feel right intruding on the Knights who could really mourn him, so she walked slowly back to her room and fetched her bow and quiver of arrows, getting them she made her way down to the archery practice court. Sabina started shooting, getting as many arrows as close to the bulls eye as she possibly could. She was doing well- but not as good as she could do. She was concentrating so hard- but her mind kept wandering to other things. Eventually she just stood there, bow in hand- thinking. She thought about everything. Life- hers wasn't going the way it had planned. Death- it was inescapable, how long until she died? Would it be painful? God- what god? Love, she probably wouldn't get any, the men all thinking she's a boy- and the men that were interested in her wouldn't be her type. And how the bloody hell was she going to get of this island at all? She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't hear the silent footsteps walking up to her until a hand clasped her shoulder. She spun around- startled, but relaxed when she saw it was only Tristan.
"Yes?" she inquired.
"I was watching you practice, try holding your hand further down the bow, and it'll help." Sabina did what he told her and fired. It did help.
"Thanks." She said, impressed. Tristan sat on a bench near where they standing and as Sabina started to gather her arrows he started talking.
"I've been watching you; you have a lot on your mind don't you." Tristan didn't ask this- he stated it.
"No I do-"she started to lie and then though better of it, he would see right through it. "Well, nothing of concern to you." I finished.
Tristan accepted this with a nod.
"It's not my place to go interfering, I apologize." He said, solemnly.
"That's alright." Sabina said. She sat down next to him. And they sat in companionable silence.
"There's something about this island." She said after a while. "I don't know what, but there is. If you think about it, it's one of the last places where people live free- or as free as they can. It's also very mysterious, intriguing really. I don't know but maybe I kind of like it." Sabina said, painfully aware of how silly that sounded. But Tristan, being Tristan understood her and nodded.
"Yes, I suppose it is." He said after a while. They sat in yet another comfortable silence until the sun started setting.
Sabina groaned when she heard a knock on the door.
"Coming." She mumbled. She staggered to her door, peering out her window. It was much too early.
"There's a Roman Caravan near here, and Arthur's suspicious about the Woads attacking it. Get dressed and go to the stables." A fully clothed and armored Dagonet told her before rushing to the stables. Sabina groaned again. Muttering incoherently to herself she got dressed and prepared her gear. She walked fast to the stables and saddled Bonnie, still muttering to herself. Palomides who was wide awake watched her with interest. After a couple of seconds he laughed when Sabina pulled a face.
"What?" She turned looking at him irritably. He just shrugged. After this Sabina was silent. She finished saddling Bonnie and took her out into the yard. Dagonet walked over, leading his horse and offered her a kind of bar invented by the knights, it stayed good for a while and was quite tasty (a/n: kind of like a modern muesli bar). She took it of him and thanked him. While she was still eating
Dagonet turned to face her.
"I didn't say this the other day, but thanks. Thank you for saving my life." He said looking solemn.
"That okay." She said trying to speak properly with a mouth full of food. Dagonet turned and mounted his horse. Sabina did the same as the Knights all entered the courtyard. Looking to Arthur he gave the command to move off and they all rode towards the caravan.
Sorry this isn't a very long chapter, I'll make the next one longer. Promise.