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Tristan was taking up his usual spot as lookout for the group.
He reported back to Arthur and trotted beside Genevieve "Why did you come back?" he asked studying her ashen face.
"I did not mean too I assure you, why do you want me dead?" she replied suspiciously her eyes darting to the sheathed sword by his side. Tristan smiled grimly flicking up his wrist showing the faint white scars.
" Oh!" she said softly then faded into the darkness of the caravan.
Tristan flicked his horse back and bolted up front again
"I hope you know what your doing Arthur." He snapped
"Tristan I am sorry and if you can ever forgive me…"
"Arthur I have done just what you did, yet I was punished."
" Tristan, please, it was not at my biding."
" But you told them." Tristan hissed lethally
"Tristan…."
But the scout was gone. Arthur sighed and glanced back at the weak woman sitting in the carriage.
Tristan rode easily a few miles in front of his commander. In the distance a large army was approaching. " Saxon's," He muttered in annoyance. All previous arguments forgotten, he shot four arrows into the sky and watched them silently hit their marks before galloping back.
The scrub was drab and dense when he had ridden through and it still was but it echoed metallic sword clashes and harsh battle cries. A mix of fear for the villagers and hate for whomever it was attacking them welled in Tristan and silently he flew back to the precession.
As he galloped across the frozen ground, there was a thunder of hooves and another horse crashed into him. Tristan's horse skidded on the ice and it's master landed hard on his shoulder. Tristan quickly picked himself up. He peered threw the now driving snow to see Lancelot tumble form his skidding horse. "Lancelot?" Tristan ran quickly to his friend's aid.
" You alright?"
"Yeah."
Tristan pulled him up; both horses were standing flank-to-flank trembling.
" What happed?" Tristan asked helping Lancelot to his horse.
"Attack…" Lancelot gasped "…. I only just got away with my life."
Tristan froze as if he'd been struck
"What of the others,"
"Don't know….. Arthur told me to get out……."
Tristan glanced up the path warily.
"We best get off the road."
Lancelot nodded then fell against Tristan"Lancelot." He knelt next to him flicking his hair up to reveal a large gash. Tristan grabbed a bandage from his pack and tied it around Lancelot's head.
"Lancelot wake up, Lancelot!" with a sigh he pulled him onto his shoulder and staggered back to the horses, threw Lancelot over the saddle and jumped up before he rolled off again.
Click click click
Lancelot's horse came nervously forward, Tristan grabbed her reins and they trotted away.