Beleth stood dumbly for a while staring at Alecto. He couldn't be serious, but he certainly looked it.
"Alecto, you are two years younger than me!"
"That will mean nothing." He stared at her in an unnerving way.
"You are to join the church."
"I will forfeit my right!" She stared at him. He was utterly serious.
"I am very sorry Alecto, but I cannot marry you." She left him standing there and practically ran over to her horse. That was unbelievable. But yet it had just happened.
She couldn't believe it. She was back at the settlement, in her rooms, soaking in a very hot bath. She tried to inhale calmly but she couldn't. Her breath shook and she wanted nothing more then to burst into tears.
Out on the lake she had stood and fired arrow after arrow, watching Saxon after Saxon fall. When Dagonet fell her heart went cold. When Arthur ran out to him she had screamed and went after him. She had been standing beside Galahad who had grabbed her before she really faced injury.
Seeing the mob of bodies coming at them made her want to run and never stop but she didn't. She stood her ground. When Bors went out Beleth followed. She had ripped out the arrow out of Dagonet's body and put her entire body weight on the wound, but it didn't help. It was dreadful.
She let herself slowly slip under the water. If was warm and she finally had that satisfying clean feeling. Most people of her time didn't bathe half as many times in their life times as many times as Beleth bathed in a month.
Later she restlessly wandered the streets of the settlement. Well she wasn't exactly wandering around. No, she knew exactly where she was going.
She had on a light pink gown with an exceedingly tight waistband right under her bosom. She could barely breathe. Her hair was in an ornamental up do.
She appeared in Galahad's door. She knocked and he turned. She could tell he had recently bathed as well. When he saw her his mouth fell open. She blushed and looked at the ground, instantly tearing out the pins in her hair. It fell down her back. She glanced around before speaking.
"How are you?" He made a guttural noise before turning to the window again. She knew he was upset. She stepped forward boldly. If only one thing came from facing the Saxons it was she knew what she cared about in life. "I know you think your discharge was tainted, and I am sure if doesn't mean much to you, but I am glad you are free of the Romans."
Galahad turned to look at her. His eyes were searching. He walked over to her and gently placed a hand on her cheek. She felt certain she was going to shatter she was shaking so hard.
"If you are glad I am free, then all the things I have done have been for a worth while cause." He was coming closer; he was going to kiss her…that was if she didn't faint first.
"Galahad!" They practically sprung apart. "Come to the wall now!" Gawain's voice was strained. They looked at each other before leaving the small building.