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"Shhhh"
The call echoed through the trees
"What?" Galahad hissed not yet used to Tristan's out of the blue warnings
"Woads"
" Where?" asked Arthur urgently
"Not many, don't move" Tristan said quietly, he unsheathed his sword then spun into the trees. There was a shrill cry and he emerged holding a young girl by her hair.
"Only one."
She struggled like a wild cat, staring at the others for help.
Tristan lifted his head out of her reach.
"Tristan let her go," said Galahad pityingly
" No, she has heard too much of our plans"
Lancelot drew his sword, " Well then…."
"Lancelot no" Arthur commanded strongly from a few footsteps away. Gawain, Dagonet and Bors were still asleep,
" We'll bring her with us Tristan." he tossed him some rope "Can you keep watch?" Tristan nodded and knelt next to her, binding the ropes around her wrists
"Hey, don't struggle you make it worse" he looked at her concernedly, slightly concerned for his own sanity; why did he feel the need to save her? "Calm down" she fell silent throwing herself against the ground
" Who are you?" he asked chewing on his food, still watching the trees suspiciously
"You?" she said in halting English.
"Tristan" he answered, still questioning his sanity; he'd said less to some of the servants in his home
"Why do you hunt us?" she asked.
"This is our duty to Rome" he replied.
"You have no duty; Roman," she hissed. Tristan quickly unsheathed his sword and held it to her throat "Don't call me that".
The next morning they threw her into a small caravan from delivering some important noble elsewhere.
" Tristan ride ahead"
Tristan had heard that comment a lot. He rode swifter then usual, up and down their path.
"Nothing," he told Arthur this before riding alongside the caravan; making certain that no one was watching he slipped inside.
"Hey, shut up" he whispered to the struggling girl. Quickly he untied her ropes, "Get out!"
"Tristan you traitor."
Tristan turned to see a furious Bors standing in the doorway,
" Bors listen…" he ducked, but too late and Bors's boot came into sharp contact with his head.
"Get out!" he gasped before falling motionless against the wall; blood flowing freely from his temple.
Roused by the shouts Arthur turned his horse in front of the doorway and swung next to Bors.
"What happened?" he demanded
"He was trying to free her!"
Galahad had caught the young Woad before she had cleared the trees.
Tristan still lay unconscious; Arthur knelt next to him binding a piece of cloth around his head, before returning to the rest of the knights.
The Woad bit Galahad hard; he yelled and dropped her; she fled into the woods.