Chapter 17

Tristan waited in the hall while the healer tended to Lyndsey. She had an arrow slice her on her arm and an arrow to the leg. She would be fine to walk but just sore. Tristan couldn't understand why it was taking so long.

"Sir Tristan? The healer said softly. Tristan turned startled, not even hearing the man come out.

"Yes. How is she?"

"She will be fine. Don't worry. She should be up and moving by today, if she feels up to it."

"Good. Good."

"The baby should be fine also."

Tristan looked at him like he had just been shot. "Ba-ba-baby?" Tristan asked stuttering.

"Yes sir. She is about 3 months pregnant." The healer paused. "You didn't know then, I take it."

"No. I didn't."

"Well she is awake if you would like to see her." Tristan nodded and the healer went on his way.


Tristan entered the room to find Lyndsey sitting up, with a bandage across her arm, and a black bruise on her face, from were she was slapped. She was staring out the window listening to the birds. Mya sat on the windowsill while Leena lay curled up at Lyndsey's feet. Everyone's head turned towards the door when Tristan entered the room.

"Hi. Where have you been?" Lyndsey asked with a smile. She noticed the scowl on his face. "Leena would you leave us alone?" The cat got up, stretched and left the room. "You to Mya." The bird squawked and flew out the window. Tristan went over to the bed and sat down.

"What's the matter?" Tristan looked up into her face and saw the worry.

"I was worried about you." He said.

"Well I'm fine. The healer said I could start walking by the end of the day. I'm perfectly fine."

"And so is the baby." Tristan said with a hint of anger in his voice. Lyndsey sat dumbfounded. 'He knew?' she asked herself.

"When did you find out?" she asked hesitantly.

"The healer told me. Lyndsey, why didn't you tell me? You could have gotten hurt worse than you did and then were would we be? Huh? You could have lost the baby or worse." He said.

"I didn't tell you because I knew everyone would make a big deal about it. Everyone was against me going in the first place, but if they heard I was pregnant then I would surely have to stay behind and I didn't want to. Bors was the only one that understood!"

"So Bors knew and not your own husband!" Tristan shouted.

"I didn't tell him, ok? He figured it out himself. If you haven't noticed, he has eleven kids. I'm sure he knows a pregnant woman when he sees one!" Lyndsey sighed. "Besides, I didn't want to say anything to anyone because they need to worry about getting home safe and sound and with me on their minds, I would just be a distraction, more than I already am." She said while she looked at the ground. As she was yelling, tears had sprung from her eyes and were falling down her cheeks.

"That's such a heavy burden to keep on you." Tristan said as he sat down next to her. He couldn't stay mad at her no matter what he did.

"I know I just wanted to make sure everyone was home safe and sound first. I didn't want to risk anyone's life." She said as she cried. "And now Dagonet's dead. I could have done something if I wasn't hurt. I could have saved him." She cried.

"Dagonet's not dead." Lyndsey looked up into Tristan's eyes.

"What?"

"He's not dead. He survived. He's unconscious now but is sure to wake up soon."

"O thank goodness." She said in a sigh.

"Listen, I'm not mad at you. I just wish you would have told me before."

"I know, but I was so scared that you wouldn't come home because of the distraction I would make if I told you."

"I am never gonna leave you. You hear me?" he said while looking into her eyes. "I will never leave you. I promise."

Lyndsey just smiled and nodded. She kissed him and they lay down, falling asleep to each other's breathing.


That evening they awoke to people shouting and banging on their door.

"What is it!" Tristan shouted.

"Come to wall. Quick!" shouted Jols. Tristan looked at Lyndsey and they both ran out of the door and up to the wall.

All of the knights were up there looking out across the land.

"O my God." Lyndsey whispered. There, spread out in front of her was the thousands of Saxons that were camped outside of the wall. Soon Arthur and Guinevere joined them. Arthur looked out over the villagers obviously contemplating something. He looked to his knights, looking every single one of them in the eye.

"Knights, my journey with you must end here. May God go with you." With that he left followed by Lancelot and Guinevere. Lyndsey couldn't believe it. He was going to stay and fight. Stay and fight something that he shouldn't. Everyone made their way back to their rooms to prepare for the journey home.

"I can't believe he is staying and fighting!" shouted Lyndsey angrily. "This is not his fight! If it wasn't for that stupid Woad telling him and making him believe that he is to stay and fight, ugh! I just want to hit her, and then slap Arthur to knock some sense in him. I mean really, does he honestly think that him and a couple of Woads are gonna be successful in killing thousands of Saxons? What are you staring at!" she screamed.

Throughout her entire venting, Tristan just watched as she picked up clothes and what not and tried to pack, but would end up throwing them on the ground in rage. He just laughed at her.

"Nothing. You're just too cute when you're angry." He smiled and walked over to help her pack, otherwise, they would never get done.

"Excuse me but I am trying to sound reasonable here!"

"I know that, but there is nothing you can do to make Arthur stop from fighting."

"I know but i have to vent somehow."

"Well, that's not the safest way. You're putting stress on yourself. Think of the baby."

Lyndsey just sighed and counted to 10. "Alright, I'm fine now."

"Good. Now lets get this packing done so we can get some sleep."

Lyndsey didn't get much sleep that night. Partly because of the baby, and two, a sense of dread filled her about Arthur staying on his own. So she just lye there and watched Tristan as he slept. Finally, he was able to get some sleep. He had a tendency to not sleep for weeks on end. It kind of bothered her, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She finally was able to fall asleep with dreams of her future in mind.