Chapter 12

They rode for less than a day. Tristan was sent out numerous times to scout ahead. Luckily, they didn't run into any woads on the way there. As they got closer, they decided to take a break. Lyndsey was feeling a little sick and didn't want to ride to long for fear she would throw up. She probably ate something that didn't agree with her. That seemed to happen to her a lot lately. She just couldn't keep anything down. She didn't know why.

They sat and ate their lunch with some small talk here and there. Lyndsey didn't eat much for fear she would throw up again. Just looking at the dried up meat made her wanna throw up. So she kept to water just to be safe. As they were packing up, Lyndsey became nauseous and ran to the woods. Everyone looked at eachother with questioning looks. As Lyndsey approached, they beagn hounding her with questions.

"Are you alright luv?"

"Whats the matter?"

"Im fine. Don't worry. It was just something I ate. No worries." She said with a smile. To her liking, they believed her and went back to packing their things. 'I hope this sickness goes away fast.' She thought. They mounted up and began the last part of the journey that would bring them to their freedom.


They rode up the hill to see the bishop's carriage.

" Ah, as promised, the bishop's carriage." Said Gawain.

"Our freedom Bors." Said Galahad while he looked over to Bors.

"Mm. I can almost taste it." He said. Everyone laughed at this.

"And your passage to Rome Arthur." said Dagonet. Arthur just looked onward, just wanting to get this over with.

Everything seemed to be peaceful until a stray arrow hit a roman soldier in the chest.

"Woads!" yelled Tristan and Lyndsey at the same time. The knights kicked their horses into a gallop towards the bishops carriage. Woads began to pour out of the forestby the dozens. The knights went into a V formation as they got closer to the carriage. Everyone pulled out their weapons and starting killing whoever got into their way. A woad warrior cut off a Romans head, soon to be followed by his own as Arthur swiped his sword clean across the woads neck. Dagonet soon killed someone with his sword while Gawain speared a woad. Tristan and Lyndsey, along with Galahad, were riding around shooting arrows at woads who were getting to close to the carriage and their fellow knights. Lancelot dismounted and tore out his twin swords and began killing any woad that got in his way. Trisran killed a woad that was climbing up onto the carriage as Lyndsey dismounted and began killing woads with her spear. She didn't pull out her twin swords just yet. An arrow was let lose and had just missed Arthur when Tristan killed him with an arrow to the eye. Lyndsey was killing anything that got into her path. She had used every weapon she had on her and it was time to use the twins, as she called them. She pulled them from her belt and was soon killing any woad that came within an inch of her. She was doing good until she began to be outnumbered. For some reason, every woad seemed to gang up on her and she was starting to get ticked off about it. She let her guard down once and she was sliced across her right arm. She looked up to see a woad with a sun on his forehead and a big smile on his face. Lyndsey snarled and began fighting with him. Before she could kill him, another woad came up fast, and the woad ran off. Lyndsey was fighting the woad that had sneaked up on her when another came howling towards her. She knew that she would have died if not for the arrow that was shot by Tristan. Lyndsey killed the woad with a sword to the stomach, nodded her head towards Tristan and went back to the fight. Lancelot was decapitating a woad when he turned to see a woad about to stab him. A dagger was thrown right into his neck and thehe fell forward. Lancelot looked up to see Lyndsey standing there. He nodded his head in thanks and went on his merry way. Bors was killing every woad with a ghastly stab to the chest with his two hand daggers. He was enjoying what he was doing for the moment. Tristan finally decided to join the fun and dismounted. He pulled his curved sword out of its sheath and killed two woads instantly. Tristan let the woads come to him. Charging into battle was a sheer way of getting yourself killed. Arthur was doing pretty good for himself. He hadn't gotten nicked at all, and was killing a great number of woads.

"Arthur!" Lyndsey yelled. Arthur turned just in time to see a woad with a sun on his forehead running towards him. He pointed Excalibur at him and the woad immediately surrendered.

"Why did Merlin send you south of the wall?" he questioned.

The woad spoke in his native tongue something that Arthur couldn't understand.

"Pick it up." he said. The woad did nothing but stare at him. "Pick it up." Lancelot just stared at him like he was insane for letting this woad live. The woad picked up his weapon and ran back to the woods. Arthur looked to the woods searching for something.


Everyone mounted up onto their horses while Arthur went to check the carriage.

"Bors." he said.

"What a bloody mess." bors replied.

"That's not the bishop." said Arthur. He walked around the wagon to look for the real bishop.

"God help us. What are they?" replied Horton.

"Blue demons that eat Christians alive. You're not a Christian, are you?" Bors said pointing a finger at the frightened man.

"Does this really work?" asked Bors. He muttered some gibberish and opened his eyes. "Nothing. Maybe I'm not doin' it right."

"Bors, leave him alone." replied Lyndsey. Lancelot just smirked and looked to where Arthur had gone.

"Stand down." replied the bishop. "Arthur! Arthur Castus. Your father's image. I haven't seen you since childhood."

Lancelot and Lyndsey looked at eachother with questioning glances.

"Bishop Germanius. Welcome to Britain. I see your military skills are still of use to you. Your device worked." said Arthur.

"Ancient tricks of an ancient dog."

Lyndsey just scoffed at this. She didn't like him.

"And these are the great Sarmation knights we have heard so much of in Rome. And a woman?" he inquired while he looked Lyndsey up and down. Lyndsey looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"She is of no concern to you bishop." said Tristan coldly.

"Aww yes. Of course." he dismounted and made his way over to the wagon. "I thought the woads control the north of Hadrian's Wall?"

"They do, but they occasionally venture south. Rome's anticipated withdrawl from Britain has only increased their daring." replied Arthur.

"Woads?" asked Horton.

"British rebels who hate Rome." replied Gawain sounding rather bored.

"Men who want their country back." said Galahad with a hint of anger.

"Who leads them?"

"He's called Merlin. A dark magician some say." said Lancelot.

"Tristan, ride ahead and make sure the road is clear." ordered Arthur. Tristan gave Lyndsey a quick kiss and went on his way. The bishop noticed this and had an idea forming in his head.

Finally, after much praying from Lyndsey, they were finally able to begin their journey home.