Standard Disclaimer still applies and will always apply; King Arthur and all that is related to the legends and movie are so not mine. It'd be great though. Ah well, stuff you don't recognize, like the ideas and such, yeah that's mine. Anyways onto "Blood Heritage"
This is the sixth chapter… wow I didn't think I'd get this far, but my ideas kinda keep running and for some reason I'm thinking of the word sequel when I'm not so sure how I'm gonna end this one.
dmitchell1974 - welcome, welcome! I have a new reviewer thanks… This chapter has a bit more action, but I think I put more stuff about Connor in the next one. I forgot
A/N: some notes -actions during speech- "speech" 'thoughts'
Whatever Roxie had expected of the Saxons, what she and Galahad had encountered was not it. Apparently, the Saxons overtook a wealthy lord's homestead and village and settled there for the time being before moving north. Roxie and the smooth-faced Galahad shared a look; she patted his arm reassuringly and pulled up her hood.
"Ready for your academy award winning performance, Robin?" she asked him addressing the knight by the fake name she gave him.
"As ready as I'll ever be High Priestess Nari," he replied nervously in turn.
"Don't worry; I'll look after you my friend." She said as they led their horses down the slope, she attained a proper accent somewhere to add to the authenticity of their act. Silently she hoped that everything would go well, Roxie could not let anything happen to the young knight, and even though he was at least five years older she felt an obligation to protect him.
The Saxons stared at the regal figure in black and the jumpy man in brown robes as the two rode through their camp towards the large estate. The normal Saxon reaction would be to maim first, ask questions later, but for some reason beyond their normal comprehension they were compelled to just watch the riders. Obviously only the jumpy man was more accustomed to riding, while the black rider was not. They stopped in front of the large gates where heavy doors once stood, the king of the Saxons stood there with two others. The Saxon leader was old, much too old to be raiding and plundering; he had a bald crown, limp scraggly white hair that fell to his shoulders, wrinkles upon wrinkles in his gaunt face. The rest of his skin hung like extra large bags on his old bones, and he was covered by many furs that were like a child wearing his/her parents' clothes. Beside the leader was a larger stockier man with long graying blond hair wearing many furs and a long beard, and another younger muscular man with a shaved head and a braided beard.
"I am Cryllic, leader of the Saxons. Who are you?" the thin man addressed the jumpy man. The figure in black tilted their head down as if studying the king.
"My name is Robin; I come from the Suzaku Temple in the east. My companion is High Priestess Nari -figure lowers cloak and studies all with soulful hazel eyes- we request an audience with the Saxon King." (A/N: yes, for those of you that recognize it, Suzaku is from Fuushigi Yuugi. Roxie knows about anime so it kinda works)
"I have never heard of your god." The king responded.
"Our god is reclusive in the hidden Far East, we respect his wishes and remain secluded unless necessary to venture far from his temple. My lord, are we granted an audience with you?" The priestess responded her ethereal voice rang out. Cryllic smiled and generously offered to have them taken care of after he had their belongings searched for weapons. Only the jumpy Robin had a bow and full quiver, the priestess was unarmed. Cryllic led the two into the four story estate after introducing his son Cerdic, the older one, and his grandson Crynic, the younger one, who trailed after them.
The servant attended to the Saxon King's new guests, Robin was as extremely nervous as Nari was condescending; the true attitude of a high priestess. Their rooms were on the fourth floor overlooking a large lake that the estate was in the middle of and the Saxon encampments. The new guests politely thanked the servants then both entered their rooms to freshen up before their audience with the Saxons.
(A/N: Roxie's POV… Woo Hoo!)
I leaned against the heavy wooden door and let out a sigh of relief. Phase one complete, Gal and I infiltrated the Saxon base without too much hassle, however I don't trust our hosts… well for one they're the infamous and brutal Saxons and two every one of them had that prisoner's lust when they saw me. CREEPY! I shuddered and stopped from clawing my skin as though their eyes were still on me. Gaad Damnit! Why is it always me?
But I'm really proud of Galahad; he remembered everything down to a T! Our meeting was to take place in an hour, during that time we were free to do as we pleased… personally I wanted to explore the estate, but that'd be suspicious. I really don't really need that much time to freshen up, but MY ASS IS SORE! Searching the room, I apply a fresh coat of red lipstick on my lips before sneaking into Galahad's room.
As I open the door, poor boy jumps reaching for a nonexistent sword. Aww he looks so helpless without that sword of his, but his sword would've given him away as being Sarmatian… and I am not going to fail in this mission, no risks, and no mistakes.
"Shush! You wanna get us caught?" I hissed closing the door behind me. My eyes quickly took in the furnishing of his room… I'm impressed; the place looks rather royal, as well as good for hiding someone or something.
"Oh. It's just you -I glare- Sorry, but the sneaking around thing isn't what I'm good at. Tri—" I quickly covered his mouth.
"Gawd damnit. No names!" I whispered harshly, Galahad's got a lot to learn. But still I gotta give him credit for trying to get used to the life of an assassin. I have to remind him of the rules, like keeping your voice low or never using real names; at least he's got the stuff memorized like I taught him. He'd probably be a good actor in my time.
He's still really anxious, inwardly I mirror his feelings, but I gotta be the strong one. Sighing, I pulled him into a comforting hug at first he's shocked but then relaxes into my embrace.
"Don't worry, Robin, I've done this countless times. I know what I'm doing. Just follow my lead, okay?" I whispered into his chest, my hand stroked his hair trying in every attempt to comfort him. I twirled my index finger around a few strands of his hair and he leans into my hand, but I pulled my hand away plucking the strands.
"Ow! -I press my other hand to his lips- What was that for?"
"A little security trick… follow me," I replied as I wrapped a strand on the lock of the chest at the foot of his bed, "If the hair is broken when you come back, someone has been in your things, I'll do the same to your door and mine."
"Alright, but why my hair?" he whined rubbing his head. I grinned.
"Because, mine is too short. Duh."
We asked the servants that were assigned to us to give us a small tour of the estate. They obliged, giving grand descriptions about every little detail, Galahad and I acted as though their words were absorbed; but I paid little attention. I just studied my surroundings, taking in any information of the place I could whilst looking interested in what the servants were saying.
Finally it is time for dinner and our engagement with the Saxon leader. We entered the dining hall and are thrust into a tavern-like atmosphere. The food is rich and filling, as is the wine; but I decline anything of that luxuriant food and drink offered. Kicking Galahad under the table before he digs in I tell Cryllic that we were a simple people that did not indulge in such extravagant foods; I need to keep sharp as does Galahad and indulging in the extravagance would slow any wit.
Something is really off with these Saxons, aside from the lust filled stares I've been getting, the tavern-like atmosphere, the beaten servants that look both British and Roman, and the fact that Crynic and Cerdic look at me so gaad damn suspiciously; I know that there is more than meets the eye. I think my target is not only Cryllic, but the rest of that Saxon family. I gotta charm them all, and then go in for the kill…
I kick Galahad again under the table for making eyes at a pretty blond servant girl not much older than me. She's rather voluptuous and very flirtatious, Galahad, you IDIOT! As I take in my surroundings in quiet apprehension, my moronic friend decides to get me back… in the absolute worst way possible.
"My Lord," He addresses Cryllic and the king looks at him, "My lord, I feel it is my duty to inform you that High Priestess Nari not only serves the temple as a priestess, but also as the head dancer." I nearly choked on my water. Coughing I attempt to regain any composure and dignity I had… I was left with none.
Cryllic commanded that musicians be brought in and that I dance for them. I plaster on a flirtatious smile as I gripped Galahad painfully in the shoulder making him wince. Then standing in the center of a group of 15 professional dancers I let the music flow through me. Strangely it sounds Arabic, and I start a dance I learned in high school for the multi-cultural fair. My mind retreats as my body moves to the sounds, but right now I'm only focusing on one thing… I'm gonna kill Galahad, he has made my hit list; I will give him a painful death and then chop him to tiny bits. The music speeds up and my movements go faster, each twirl like a precision kill, every bat of my lashes, every sway of my hips… all just a ploy to throw them off guard.
Finally the music ended, all of the other dancers pant heavily for breath as I calmly took my cloak back from a servant and sat down. I guess those dancers weren't as good as they were s'posed to be. Conversation and activity resumed as it once did. I'm still gonna kill Galahad, makin' me dance like that… I avoided Gal's eyes for now.
The rest of the night passed uneventful, except I notice how Cerdic and Crynic kept looking at me with lustful suspicion. There's a word for that… EW! Actually there are several words like creepy, gross, sick, fuckin' disgustin', gag me with a shovel, ugh… well I could go on, I mean gaad damn I feel like they're practically RAPING ME WITH THEIR EYES!
Anyway, Cryllic finally decides to ask why "Robin" and I requested an audience with the "great" Saxon king. Once again I paste on the most charming act I can muster and feebly request that his Saxons not attack and invade our "temple and village." The old man grinned a broken grin and replies that he will avoid it. If there really was a temple I served I wouldn't believe him, his countenance is … well the best way to put it is disturbing.
"My lord is so gracious. Your hospitality is unbound and how kind you are to oblige our humble request," I do the best I can to flatter the man's ego, while his son and grandson watch me drip my words with molasses.
"Nonsense child, you have graced us with your dancing and presence. I only wish your vows were not so absolute," he replied. EW! The creepy old horny mutha fucka is flirting with me! Ugh! It pains me to keep smiling in front of the bastard.
From beside me, I sense Galahad's uneasiness again, I really wish that he stop being so agitated, and it's making me loose concentration on my target. I mean I know he wants to get this over and done with but if we don't rest the horses… well let's just say that I'll be breaking my promise about comin' back.
The hours become later and Cryllic announces that we should retire; I notice that many of his men carry off women, either by force or willingly. I can't wait to get back to the other knights, one 'cause Gal is as jumpy as a frog and two the longer I stay under the enemy's watch… the more suspicious they'll get.
When we get to our rooms, Galahad pulls me aside and apologizes for embarrassing me by telling Cryllic I could dance. The urge to smother him in his sleep wanes and I exasperatedly accept his apology. Then he ruined the moment by complimenting me on my grace and sensual curves!
"Aww man. You just ruined the clichéd after-school special moment. -he looks confused- er never mind… and -I sigh- I'm sorry I didn't let you get drunk off your ass or let you have some slutty wench to sex you up tonight."
"Well, if you are offering, my dear Ro—"
"High Priestess NARI," I hissed covering his mouth with my hand. He's really havin' a hard time with the whole name thing, poor baby. He apologizes again and I ruffle his hair affectionately to show him I'm not upset. Emotions are useless in times like these; I just hope he has an inkling of understanding for that. As he is about to open his door, I noticed the strand of hair I wrapped along the crack of the door is broken! Not a good sign.
"Wait. -I point to the broken hair- Someone was in there." I check my door, it was untouched. Slowly, Galahad opens his door and an audible gasp comes from the room. I push the door open wide and nearly fell over myself.
On the bed was the blond serving girl whom Galahad was lusting after all night, naked with her legs spread wide and licking her lips at my knight friend. The girl beckoned for my young friend to come to her, from the grin on his face Galahad would have been happy to oblige.
"Girl, what are you doing tempting a man of the great god Suzaku? The wrath of the gods will be at your door if you further your evil ways," I say making my voice as ethereal as possible. I tried to make my eyes look as haunting as I could, and the girl did her best to ignore me… as did Galahad. Like I said before I don't give a damn if Galahad fucks every woman from the wall to Antarctica, but while we're on a mission he's gotta keep his gawd damn fuckin' pride tucked!
Well scaring them didn't work now it's time for drastic measures… I push on some pressure points on the back of his neck that knock him out. I hold him up and try to drag him to the bed.
"Oh my goodness! Robin! Girl, please get off his bed quickly, my priest is ill -I touched his forehead and gasp- What illness plagues my priest?" I say wide-eyed and frantic, the girl panics at the idea of becoming ill; "His skin is so pale! Oh god Suzaku is this punishment for trying to break his vow of celibacy! I pray thee spare the girl for trying to tempt him…" The girl hysterically wraps her dress around her body and runs from the room. Finally! I think it's 'bout time for an evil laugh. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. I push another pressure point and Galahad wakes up. He looks up at me grinning stupidly.
"I see you decided to extend your offer of warming my bed…."
"You sound like our dear friend the womanizer -it takes him a while to understand- and no the offer never stood. Get some rest, we've a long day tomorrow," I pat his cheek and left his room. He looks at me sulkily and I smile and shake my head. I tried for sleep… but I'm still uneasy.
(A/N: Third POV)
The dressmaker of the village had not noticed the strange girl's marking, but her assistant did. The stranger may have dressed as a man, but then she requested the fanciest garbs of a priestess, the dressmaker wondered where this strange girl with the strange hair and attitude would be going with such grand clothing.
"Where do you plan to go?" the assistant asked the girl.
"West."
"West? What business do you have there?"
"My own. How much for the gowns?" came the short reply. 'Did this strange girl know that the Saxons were in the west? Perhaps, but why the vestments of a priestess?' The dressmaker thought as she measured the young woman. When her assistant briefly noticed the red sun and told her; 'Cerdic must know!'
When the stranger left with several gowns and a lighter gold purse, the dressmaker sent a messenger hawk to her master and lover Cerdic…
The guests were well received, and given the best hospitality provided. The High Priestess danced a most elegant and charming dance, the Saxon King promised to avoid their temple and all retired to bed for the night. All were abed, except for the heads of the Saxons.
"The woman and her companion are spies! They must be dealt with Father!" Cerdic exclaimed in his death whisper as he showed the king the message from the dressmaker.
"How can they do anything if they have no weapons? They are no match for the entire Saxon army," came the cynic reply.
"Arthur and his men have been spotted in the area headed north. They must have sent the so called high priestess and priest," Crynic said.
"What idiot would send a young girl and fresh-faced boy?" Cryllic asked. "We will continue to humor them for another night and then kill them for all to see. Although, I'm sure the girl would provide some entertainment for the men…"
"No… I will not have our strong Saxon blood mix with a weak tribe," Cerdic pounded his fist on the wood table.
"Then we shall make examples of them for all to see. Those two will not leave this house alive tomorrow night." Cryllic stated with finality.
Roxie sat up gasping. 'Damn! It's still night… wait, so why'm I awake?' Her dreams were nowhere near disturbing so that couldn't be it; something had to not be right. Silently she opened the trunk at the end of her bed where her clothes and other accessories were kept, it's a good thing Saxons don't search very well or else they may have been suspicious of the slightly form fitting outfit she and Vanora made for this mission. It was something like a cat-suit, but the shirt was looser only since there wasn't enough time to adjust it to be tight enough.
Roxie slipped out of her room to search the rest of the estate staying close to the shadows and out of sight of any guards. Gaad Damnit! Why was she so scared? Her heart was beating louder and louder in her chest and her hands shook slightly, unlike her time there would probably be more brutal punishments if she were caught and most likely she would be beaten, raped and dumped into some unmarked pit left for dead. She shuddered slightly at the thought of what could happen to her dear Galahad. No, she would not let anything happen to him, she loved the knights dearly with no favorites; in the short time she'd known them each wormed their way into her cold and frozen heart.
Pressing herself flat against the shadows, Roxie wrapped a black scarf around her head like a ski mask to be like the shadows. Then made sure her hook blades were securely attached to her back but loose enough to unsheathe in case of emergency.
As she went from room to room, searching every nook and cranny of the large estate, Roxie noticed that there were no guards patrolling the halls or guarding any rooms. They were all either getting drunk off their asses or in a drunken stupor.
'Bad move Cryllic, very bad move,' she thought to herself as she searched the fourth, third and second floors. Only once did she nearly get caught. A serving wench dressed in a blanket was exiting the room of one of Cryllic's higher ranking officers; the woman was pale with red-rimmed eyes, mussed up hair and bruises on her arms… apparently she'd been taken against her own will. The girl padded softly through the corridor staying close to the walls and shadows, near where Roxie was hiding! Luckily the serving wench entered another corridor and Roxie silently let out a sigh of relief.
Roxie's blood boiled at the visible signs of abuse, but she had to restrain herself from extracting vengeance on the officer. Her morals were not to cloud her duty to this mission no matter how much she hated the situation she will not jeopardize this mission!
She was bored… No way around it, totally, utterly and completely bored. After the first and ONLY close call of being found out, Roxie was about ready to trudge back to her room and fall to sleep. Maybe the bad feeling was cramps or something she ate or she could have been hungry because obviously there was nothing totally suspicious going on that she couldn't handle.
However, she did have the ground floor the check, and if everything was fine then she'd just sneak into the kitchen for a snack. As she headed past the grand hall, Roxie heard muffled angry voices through the thick wooden doors. Voices that sounded like the three Saxon heads! Even as she pressed her head to the doors, she could barely make out the sounds, but whatever it was the names Nari and Robin were spoken with vehement disgust. 'Oh shit! We're blown!' Roxie realized wide-eyed with fear.
With as much silence and speed she could muster, Roxie raced up the stairs and slipped into her companion's room. Waiting for her breathing to slow, she tried to listen for any sound of the Saxons. Hearing none, Roxie edged over to Galahad's bed, covered his mouth with her hand and leaned in next to his ear.
"Galahad, wake up. -he groaned- Wake up damnit!" She whispered harshly shaking him with her other hand. His eyes fluttered open to see a figure in all black with hazel eyes staring down at him. Galahad struggled to move, but the figure removed the scarf to reveal Roxie. "Our cover's blown; the job's gotta be done tonight."
"What?" She shushed him again.
"We've been found out. I dunno how, but we have. C'mon we gotta go." She moved from the bed to help him get his things. His eyes followed her movements; the breeches were tight and rather becoming on her slender and curvaceous figure, the shirt was loose, and gave a good view of her breasts if she leaned over him again. Her graceful movements, the sway of her hips, the way she bent down to pick thing up made his heart as well as other parts of his anatomy swell and he held in a groan.
Roxie noticed the lack of movement from her friend and turned to him, his eyes glazed over in some kind of daze. 'What now?' She thought waving her hand in front of his face, since that didn't work Roxie snapped her fingers and briskly slapped his cheek. Blinking he looked at her concerned face sheepishly. "What the fuck is your malfunction? The Saxons are onto to us and you choose now of all the gaad damned fuckin' times to go to Fuckin' La-La Land! Get your ass up, set up the horses and wait for me on the roof!" Her voice was dangerously low as she gripped the collar of his brown robes. Their faces were inches from one another, if it'd been any other time, Galahad would have closed the gap; only the deadly glint in her eyes and the fact that she could gut him so brutally made a coward out of him. After all she was the Black Phoenix.
She turned to leave, but he held her by the wrist. "W-wait… I may never get this chance again if anything happens to you." He pulled her into his embrace, lifted her chin and began to lean in…
"Galahad, trust me. You will." She said pressing two fingers to his lips then slipped out the door after wrapping the black scarf around her head once more.
She'd stayed too long in Galahad's room and the sentries would change soon, if anything time was against her so Roxie's only option was to take the leaders down fast. As she hid in the shadows of Cryllic's room as the Saxon leader entered, removing the Assassin's Pendant from around her neck Roxie waited for the candle to be blown out and for the steady breathing of the old man. Silently she tiptoed closer to the large bed; the details of the extravagance escaped her mind. Using the pendant to slice and hit two death points in the Old Saxon's neck, Roxie closed her eyes, taking lives would leave her ill for a while; but her job was still not done.
Stealing to the servant's stair, Roxie proceeded to Cerdic's room only to find that the second in command was wide awake and waiting for her.
"So, you've come…" His voice soft and dangerous. The glow of the candelabra made the tall and downright scary man even scarier and taller. His distorted shadow reached and clawed it's way to Roxie, her hazel eyes calm and calculating, her presence was unreadable… basically she seemed as though she wanted the Saxon leader to be awake. Inside, however, Roxie was scared shitless… well she's been in dangerous situations before but that huge longsword of his was not just for show. The large Saxon was battle ready as was Roxie, who circled the Saxon while reaching for her hook blades at her back.
"I would not, if I were you… spy" Crynic's voice whispered deadly behind her. The younger Saxon lunged at her from behind, but she managed to twist out of his way only to barely block a sword stroke from Cerdic with her hook blades. Crynic lunged at her again then feinted for a hit to her side, Roxie dropped to the ground and scissor kicked his legs forcing Cerdic to trip over his son. Both men growled as they got up and Roxie took a defensive stance. Why was she so worried? She's done multiple hits before, why's this so different? Oh, yeah… most of the hits that she did in her time were not capable of fighting as well as her, and here these two are battle-bred! Cerdic chopped at her head with his sword, but she used her hook blades to cross block the attack but quite aware that Crynic was now behind her again. Only this time she couldn't back kick him, Cerdic was much too strong and she strained to keep her balance. She brought her knee up to distract Cerdic, she did a right hook and was rewarded with grazing the Saxon's left arm. He roared in fury and slashed at her again. Crynic slashed at her back but being that the fabric was loose, he only succeeded in revealing her tattoo.
"The Red Sun!" He tried to cut at her legs, but instead slashed at her lightly, enjoying this torture he inflicted.
Distracted, Roxie's gripped slacked and Cerdic kicked her away in her stomach. She stumbled back, pain spreading from her gut. The Saxon took a swipe at her torso, cutting shallowly from her collarbone to her hip exposing the precious curves of her breasts.
"It's the girl… a fine warrior for our Saxon blood," Cerdic said as Crynic tripped her onto her back. She rolled away and made a move to stand again. Making no effort for modesty, Roxie used the blades to attack both men with a series of slashes, blocks and kicks. Crynic looked at her body lustfully after he knocked her to the floor again, while pulling off the head scarf and holding her down to the stone floor. Roxie grunted at the pressure of being held down. Cerdic kicked her hook-blades from her hands. 'Ha! As if that'd render me helpless.' She thought, her eyes searching for an escape, the blood from her gash slowly flowed from her. The Saxon eyed her lustfully as the rise and fall of her heavy breathing distracted him to oblivion. Crynic leaned down as if to take in her scent viciously.
'That's it… closer...' WHAM! Roxie head butted Crynic breaking his nose forcing him to howl and stumble off her. Hastily Roxie tried to get onto her hands and knees, but Cerdic kicked her in the stomach again as an angry Crynic slammed his fist into her back.
He enjoyed breaking this woman; she will soon cry out and plead for mercy. His ears strained for begging in the small grunts that emitted from the woman. Both men grinned sadistically as they watched the woman struggle to continue fighting. Only they didn't know that her struggling was merely an act. Roxie reached for her Assassin's Pendant and gripped it tightly; two points of the triangle pinched two pressure points in her bloody left hand to temporarily numb her pain. (A/N: I don't know if it's physically possible, but for the purpose of the story just pretend)
Cerdic let out a raspy laugh as Roxie pushed herself up with a fake hacking cough, then in a sudden burst of power she spun into a windmill kick knocking both men to the ground. As they fell, Roxie launched herself up, grabbed her hook-blades and ran. Never had she felt so ashamed, so scared… so weak. Roars followed her from Cerdic's room while Roxie half-stumbled and half-ran to the stairs that led to the roof. The wounds she sustained during her fight bled more so with every movement.
Galahad was pacing on the roof, something had gone wrong. Roxie had taken longer than she need to or at least he thought she took a while. After he'd snuck down to the stables, saddled the horses and led them a good distance away from the estate, but near the lake, Roxie had instructed he wait on the roof for her. He'd been pacing so much Galahad was sure that his boots were worn through.
Suddenly the door leading to the roof slammed open, a hunched figure leaned on the doorframe shadowed by the torchlight at the back. Galahad immediately drew his stolen Saxon blade, the figure stumbled forward and in the bright starlight he found it to be Roxie. She sheathed her hook-blades and nearly fell over.
"By the gods, are you alright? What happened?" He rushed to catch her.
"-groans- It's just a flesh wound… or five." She gasped as she fell into his arms. Galahad kicked the door closed before helping her to the edge of the castle wall. Roxie grunted as she leaned against the stone, her breath in short painful gasps. "I couldn't… I couldn't finish. Caught… onto me and… were ready."
The heavy wooden door that separated Roxie and Galahad from the Saxons groaned as the Saxons attempted to breach past the locks. Galahad panicked as he looked around for an escape.
"We're trapped!" He lamented when he couldn't find one. "Why did you choose to escape to the roof of all places?"
"Men, can't bloody fuckin' think in a sticky sitch," she grunted shaking her head. "Do you trust me?"
"What?" He looked at her as though she lost her mind.
"Do. You. Trust. Me?" She repeated slowly leaning against him; Roxie wrapped her arms around his neck unmindful of the blood that soaked his clothes. For the second time that night they were intimately close. Galahad looked down at the woman, the mischievous hazel eyes stared back at him innocently. Another bang from the door, broken him out of the trance he was in. The hinges were coming loose.
"Y-yes…" he answered hesitantly.
"Then don't let go." She tightened her grip on him as she leaned back over the wall; they were falling head first into the lake when the Saxons finally broke through the door. Galahad's screams could be heard and the Saxons shot arrow and bolt after them. A resounding splash cut off the screaming, but still the soldiers shot arrow after arrow until a wounded Crynic and Cerdic forced them to stop.
The Saxons searched desperately from the wall for any sign of the two resurfacing, but in vain for it was a moonless night with only the stars for a little brightness in the gloom.
"Until we meet again Assassin…" Crynic muttered as he followed the rest of the Saxons inside the estate. The water was icy and survival would be difficult, but oh how he would love to hear the beauteous and strong woman screaming beneath him as he bent her to his will in pain and pleasure for the damage she inflicted upon him.
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