WOW , I'm so sorry about the huge wait, andI hope you guys forgive me
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They slid into a small valley; Tristan looked past the trees warily, but the Woads were not attacking them now, nor were the Saxons. He lowered Lancelot to the ground and made him as comfortable as possible before lighting a small fire; a task near impossible amidst the heavily falling snow.
There was a rustle from the bushes, Tristan raised his bow and notched an arrow, ready to shoot. He was about to release it when a blood covered Galahad stumbled in.
" Galahad!" he dropped it and quickly went to support the young knight.
" What in God's name happened to you?"
Galahad was breathing extremely shallowly, he shook his head in answer and his eyes flicked over onto Lancelot.
"Galahad try and stay awake."
Tristan laid him next to Lancelot and quickly stemmed the flow of blood coming from his arm. He pushed Galahad's hair aside from his face on an attempt to find the source of blood. He found a gash so much like Lancelot's that he suspected the same Saxon had injured them. Tristan bound it with the last of his linen, then looked at Galahad's face
"Galahad are awake?" he said softly.
The young knight shook his head clearly terrified of Tristan. Tristan sighed.
"Rest I'll keep watch.." He hoped no more of their party came back like this, he was fast running out of bandages and he would have enough trials getting these two home.
Presently Lancelot woke up.
" Where am I?" he flung himself up which undoubtedly would have aggravated his wound.
"Hush, Lancelot, lie back down."
Lancelot too did not looked comfortable about sleeping when Tristan was hovering over him with a knife
"Now you should be resting, I won't kill you." Tristan teased before settling himself next to the fire. Lancelot glared at him suspiciously then fell back asleep. Tristan glanced over at Galahad's pale face. The young knight had fallen unconscious or asleep, but at present seemed still alive.