Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur or his Knights…sadly…
Author Note: Ok! Here is my longer chapter for all you lovely readers! I feel bad for slaking off on the last chapter but it was not going anywhere!
ZELINIA: Thank you for the review and I saw some advertisements for the movie! I can't wait till it comes out!
"I ask you once again Saxon, what is your name?" the angered future King of Britain had spoken to Merlin only to be declined the information. It was in her right, and hers alone to give away such a personal thing. How Merlin knew it was beyond Arthur's comprehension when he was in such a state of anger.
"And I tell you once again half breed, that I care not what you ask." Her voice was cold and calm, reminding Arthur of his scout who sat across the room. The interrogation had been going for hours, Arthur was trying to discover anything about this woman, and he was failing miserably. What would Lancelot do? thought the stoic leader. Probably try to seduce the wench. Looking towards the girl's angry stiff form Arthur resisted the urge to laugh. Defiantly not a bright idea.
After the recovery of his scout only the sleeping Lancelot remained. His wounds much more serious than that of the scout. Arthur found himself at a loss for words at the feeling of loneliness without his best friend.
"Call her wench, for she is little more than that," spoke Bors.
There was a growl that could be compared to that of the lions that Arthur had once seen in the pits of Rome, it came as no surprise to discover it was from the Saxon woman.
Spitting at Bors, Arthur watched in amazement as the large drunken man laughed, "My name is my own, Sarmatian just as the numbers you have given to your children are their own. Though the fact you can count is a miracle from one of your Gods."
Bors's laughter stopped short, "How ye know bout me bastards?"
The Saxon smiled viciously, "Wouldn't you like to know."
Dodging a flying wine glass Arthur was impressed at the young woman's dexterity as she slipped away from not only from the wine glass but from the lumbering, quick footed Bors, who lunged her way.
"Bors sit down now. She only wishes to get a rise out of you," spoke the youngest of the Knights, Gawain.
A flaming eyebrow rose beneath her mane of hair, "And it obviously did, didn't pup."
Again the great hall was disturbed with commotion, Galahad holding back his friend from inuring the woman. "Then we shall call you Saveage for you said it before you fell."
R'han's gaze faltered. The other knights mistaking the gleam of unshed tears in her eyes as a trick of the light, "You will not speak that name again," whispered R'han.
Arthur who had not clearly heard her asked, "Excuse me?"
"I said you will speak that name naught again!"
Tristan's stone like face loosened. Delighting in watching Arthur hit a nerve of the girl, an obviously open, tender nerve. He was not one to normally take pleasure in others pain but tonight, he would make an exception. Death he did enjoy giving, but pain always seemed too personal. He was not one to get personal with his enemies. However, it seemed only fair that with the physical pain she had caused him, a little pain was only rightly deserved.
"Saveage that is of Sarmatian tongue, is it not?" Tristan voice was deep husky; nothing like it had been in battle.
R'han turned to him, looking him over with disdain. "I see I forgot to cut your tongue out, a mistake I won't make again. I promise you."
Authors Note: Hides from angry people. Listen I'm only a Sadist on Tuesdays honestly….I will update again soon. I have ideas that will start…the…:shifty eyes: romance…:runs away with maniacal laughter: