Chapter 18

Everyone awoke the next day in a sullen mood. For today they would be going home, but would be leaving a family that was dearer to them then the one they had before. They all knew that there was nothing that they could do to persuade Arthur to come with them. He was dead set on staying and fighting.


They were all heading with the caravan towards the back of the fort. No one talked to anyone for fear they would either cry or do something that they would regret. Lyndsey sat atop her horse silently crying to herself that she would never see Arthur again or any of these men again. Usually she wouldn't cry, but with all of these hormones, you never know.

As they rode along, they noticed Arthur on top of the hill. You could tell that they all had guilt flowing through their veins. Guilt about leaving Arthur to fight by himself. But then, they were free men and had a choice to do as they pleased.

Bors drew his sword and rode over to the bottom of the hill. "Artorius! Rus!" he shouted. Everyone looked to see what would happen.

"Rus!" Arthur shouted back. They knew he was staying, and that made everyone feel worse than they already did.


As they were riding their horses became spooked. The Saxon drums obviously had an affect on them. But it wasn't the fact that they were spooked, they wanted to stay and fight. Everyone looked to one another with questioning glances. They all nodded and felt a wave of relief flow over them. They were going to help their friend. This was a battle of their choosing, and they were glad. Tristan had let Mya go and they prepared for battle.

Lancelot had joined Arthur up on the hill, followed by everyone else. Arthur was thrilled and honored that they were staying and fighting.

"Knights, the gift of freedom is yours by right. But the home we seek resides not in some distant land. It's in us and in our actions on this day. If this be our destiny, then so be it. But let history remember that as free men we chose to make it so!" He pulled Excalibur out of its sheath.

"Rus!" Everyone shouted. They pushed their staffs into the ground as Tristan prepared an arrow. He proceeded with caution, looking at everyone angle and keeping a sharp eye out. He let it lose, and killed the scout hiding in the tree. They rode off to hide until the perfect moment to strike.


The Saxons ran in and stopped. There was nothing to fight until they got a glimpse of the knights in the hill. They started marching towards them as the doors closed. The Woads on the side let lose silent arrows killing those select Saxons. Soon the knights came through the smoke killing the Saxons. They seemed like ghosts. They rode back and forth killing as many Saxons as they could. The Saxons, being so confused, were soon killing each other on accident. Soon all was silent. One lonely Saxon survived and made his way back to the Saxon camp.

"The knights are demons. That is the gate to hell." He was soon killed by a Saxon. The Saxons got the rest of the army ready, and were soon on their way into the wall.

The Woads loaded their arrows, but this time, were set on fire. As the Saxons army came in, they had the same reaction the ones before. Confusion. Where was everyone? They soon saw the knights up on the hill. The leader ordered men to go on the left flank and his army the right.

The knights looked at each other with shock.

"There's so many." Lyndsey whispered to herself. Everyone looked on in disbelief.

The army was soon after them, coming closer. The Woads pointed their arrows, and let lose. The flamed arrows set the oil that had been strategically placed on fire, forming a barrier. The Woads would take care of them. The Woads came charging out of the forest ready to kill. Soon the battle was on.

The knights charged after the other part of the army and soon began the battle. Each one had their own area they were killing in. they had tried to stay on their horses, but that wouldn't last long. Arthur was soon thrown from his horse by the Saxons. They were piling up on him but he killed them all.

Bors was riding through, killing those who got in his way. Just then, a Saxon took his axe and hit Bors with it, throwing him from his horse. He was soon dead, killed by Bors' sword.

Galahad dismounted long ago, and was killing hand to hand with his shield. He was doing pretty good and went after more.

Lancelot was swarmed with Saxons, which threw him from his horse. One Saxon tried to strangle him, but was soon dead from a dagger shoved into his neck. Lancelot got up and began killing with his two swords.

Gawain came riding in on his horse but was soon shot with an arrow. He would have died if it hadn't of been for Arthur.

Lyndsey was killing anyone who got in her way. She had had enough of these stupid men, and she just wanted to go home. She had a few slices across her arms, but not bad enough to slow her down.

"Well, well, well, look what we've got here." Lyndsey froze in her tracks. 'That voice.' She slowly turned around to see the same two men that had raped and beaten her to within an inch of her life. They still had the same smirks on their faces. Lyndsey wasn't afraid this time. This time, she could kill them without a second glance.

"It looks like this little lass has learned how to fight. Let's see how good you are." Lyndsey sneered and drew her twin swords. She swung them around her wrists, just to warm up. She kept eye contact with the two men the entire time. The blonde one charged after her, obviously thinking he would kill her. She was too quick and immediately sliced his arm off. He howled in pain and fell to the ground. The brown haired man came after her, and she was in immediate battle with him. He was much better than the blonde, and she was glad. She needed a challenge. The Saxon thought he was winning, but when he saw her smiling, he became slightly intimidated. She looked evil, with the bruise across her cheek, and the scar that ran across her entire face. She seemed eerie. The brown haired man got her. He sliced her across the arm and she dropped her sword. She fell to the ground, but kept the one in her left hand hidden. The brown haired got ready to slice her head off, but she spun around and imbedded the sword right into his abdomen. He looked into her eyes and saw something. He feared for his life and tried to run away. She twisted her sword in his stomach and he cried out in pain. She let him go and picked up her other sword. She spun and sliced his head off without even a second thought. Just then, the blonde got up off of the ground and charged after her. She spun and sliced him across the stomach. He fellto the ground and stared up at her.

"You don't have the guts to kill me." He sneered, thinking he had won for some odd reason. Lyndsey kicked him in the face, and went to retrieve her other sword from the Saxon. She then walked back to the blonde, and stood over his body, his head between her two swords.

"You took something from me that was precious. My pride. I'll see you in hell." The Saxon screamed as she decapitated him. Blood sprayed all over her. She stood there looking at him with disgust. She had finally gotten payback for what they had done to her. She looked around the battle field to make sure everyone was safe. She looked over to see Tristan battling the leader of the Saxons. She didn't have time to look long for a Saxon came charging towards her. She killed him without a second thought. She looked back to see Tristan get sliced across the back.

"No!" she screamed. She took off in his direction. Slicing and killing anything that got in her way. The leader was obviously winning his battle with Tristan. The leader was about to take a final blow, but was intercepted. He looked up to see Lyndsey with rage written all over her face. He was surprised none the less to see a woman battling him. He was so into his shock that he didn't notice her take a swing at him and slice him across the face. He stumbled back a few steps and looked at her in amazement. A woman had just sliced him. He was filled with fury by now and began to advance on her. She just stared at him with anger and rage all over.

"You stay away from my husband." She snarled. The Saxon looked at her with pride.

"Maybe you should have told him to stay away from me." He said with a smirk.

Lyndsey yelled and went after him. It was a heated battle between the two. They never stopped. They would slice each other every so often but would forget it and continue with the battle. He finally got her by slicing her across the back of her leg. She cried out and fell to the ground. She looked over to see Tristan looking at her. She knew she had to kill him, for hers and Tristan's sake and for the baby. She grabbed his sword and hers and swung at the Saxon. He wasn't expecting two swords from her, she had only one before. He couldn't keep up with her and was soon on his knees with her swords around his neck.

"It seems that you have beaten me m'lady." He said with a snarl. She looked at him with a questioning glance. No one had ever surrendered before. She knew it was just a ploy. She soon found a dagger at her neck and was pulled away from the leader. The leader walked up to her and was right in her face.

"You are a pretty one aren't you? Tis a shame that you will have to be killed." He took one last glance at her and walked away. He heard a body fall to the ground and looked back, expecting to see the girl on the ground. Instead, the Saxon was. He had forgotten about Tristan. He stood their next to Lyndsey with his sword in hand. They looked like a deadly combination. He called for a couple of Saxons to come over and help, but they were soon dead. The Saxon leader had no choice and was soon battling the two. The Saxon leader sliced Lyndsey across her back and she fell to the ground. She couldn't move, the pain from her wounds was too much. The next thing she knew was Tristan on the ground next to her. She looked over to him and found him severely hurt. He couldn't move or even look at her. The Saxon obviously thought she was dead so he began to walk away. She grabbed a bow an arrow and stood, notched it and whistled. The Saxon turned and stood stunned at what he saw. There stood Lyndsey with an arrow pointed right at his head. For once, the Saxon had fear written all over his face. Lyndsey let the arrow go and it landed right into another Saxon that jumped in front of the leader. The leader smiled and ran off. Lyndsey was soon after him, and they were once again in a battle. This time, Lyndsey had the upper hand. She had so much energy; she didn't know where it was coming from. The adrenaline was coursing through her at an incredible speed. Soon, the Saxon was on the ground again with his head between her swords. She saw Arthur on his way over and decided to let him have him. She hit the Saxon on the head with her hilt and he fell to the ground. He slowly got up, expecting to battle her again, but was soon face to face with Arthur. Lyndsey ran back to Tristan, but was intercepted by Saxons. She was killing them all, but they just seemed to keep coming. They got in a few nicks here and there, but would soon end up dead. She killed the last one, and looked back to Arthur. She saw the Saxon leader dead on the ground. She smiled triumphantly and turned back to Tristan. She ran over and noticed he wasn't moving. She dropped down onto the ground and listened for breathing. None. She began to cry and scream. She pulled his head in her lap and cried.

"You can't die. You can't. You promised me! You promised! Wake up, damn it, wake up! You can't die. Not know." She slumped and cried. Soon the rest of the knights joined her. She felt Bors stroke her back and offer soothing words to her. "He promised he would always be here for me. He promised." She said as she cried in Bors' arms. All the knights looked with sadness. Yet again, another knight had died. But this time, it was of his own choosing.

All of a sudden, they heard a sharp intake of breath. "Lyndsey." The voice sounded hoarse and was barely audible. Lyndsey looked up to see Tristan breathing. She crawled over to him.

"Tristan? Tristan? I'm here." She said. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. He saw she was crying and gently caressed her face.

"I promised you. I promised you." And with that he sank back into unconsciousness. He would live, but they needed to bring him back to the wall immediately. Lyndsey went to stand but soon passed out. Bors carried her back while Arthur and Gawain got Tristan. They prayed that they had all survived and were thankful. They made their way back to the wall in hopes of saving Tristan.