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Chapter 2
Finally, I no longer felt the steel at my neck, which gave me a little more courage, I doubted these men would kill a woman in cold blood, at least I hoped. I rose to me feet and looked the leader, Arthur; I believe his name was, in the eye.
"I am Taryn," I again replied, "I meant no harm in following you. I am only trying to find my way to Hadrian's Wall."
"Well", the handsome one said, "You need only have asked and we would have gladly allowed you to join us, and trust me we could have shown you a much better time than this."
I was speechless, this man was actually flirting with me, I am bleeding, God knows what is wrong with my arm, and this pompous man was flirting with me.
"Lancelot leave the girl alone" said the long haired one, "She has yet to tell us why she wants to get to Hadrian's wall so desperately, as to stalk a group of Sarmatian knights" he said.
"Sarmatian knights" I replied, quite shocked. "You are the knights of Sarmatia?"
Lancelot gave a sweeping bow, "At your service my lady, and why are you so shocked" he added.
"You don't look or sound Sarmatian." I said.
"Well forgive us" replied the young one, "We have been living in this hell for so long, it has rubbed off on us, and what makes you an expert on Sarmatia," he impatiently asked.
"Because I am from there" I calmly stated.
"You a mere girl, traveled all the way from Sarmatia, by yourself?" my captor stated. I turned again to meet his eyes, "Yes" I said, and then turned to look back at Arthur.
"She is lying" my captor said, "There is no way she could have made it."
"Oh but I did, and I am standing here to prove it" I said. Only this time I answered him in my native tongue. I saw something change in his eyes this time, I must get these men to believe me, I thought to myself.
"Okay" said Arthur, "You sound Sarmatian to me, but I am not the expert, but why are you here? He said, a little more demanding, I believe he was starting to loose his patients also.
"I am searching for a man." I said.
"Well you have found a lot of men, dear, please elaborate" Lancelot snapped.
"I am looking for my father," I quietly said.
"Your father" exclaimed the young one, "Do you think your father is a Sarmatian Knight" he asked.
"I know he is" I said, "I have traveled all over the Roman Empire looking for him, this is the last stop, he has to be here." I calmly stated.
"How old are you girl" Arthur asked.
'Fifteen summers" I replied.
" So you were born before your father left, and none of my men have ever spoken of having a daughter at home, besides they were mere boys" he said looking quickly to Lancelot.
"She is not mine" he sputtered, if the situation would not have been so serious, and my arm not hurting, I would have laughed at his bewildered look, and his eyes staring at me looking for some resemblance.
"Trust me Lancelot is not my fathers name, thank the gods" I added. There, the smirk was back on his face.
"I was hoping we could be good friends, that would have definitely thrown a kink in my plans" he laughed.
"Lancelot, for god's sake she could be one of our fellow brothers in arms daughters, and is a Sarmatian like us, show a little respect" the long haired one replied.
"Gawain, I was only joking" he said.
Arthur, a little more kindly now, kneeled on the ground in front of me. "Tell me Taryn, what was your father's name, maybe we knew him" he said.
"Knew him, knew him," I repeated quietly. "He is dead, isn't he? I never even considered him dying, how stupid of me", I said as the tears began to flow. The long haired one, who I now know as Gawain, also knelt next to me.
"Shh it's okay" he patted my back. "Dagonett, and Bors are still stationed at the wall is it possible they are your father."
"No," I cried my sobs growing louder, the Knights seeming more, and more at a loss for words.
"What is your father's name" Arthur softly asked again.
"Tristan" I sniffed.