Ok folks Chap. 6

I haven't disclaimed in a while so... clears throat I disclaim that I do not own anything that has to do with King Arthur or its affliates, I only own things that seem weird or out of place.

Ok on to thereading then.

P.S Dinna pronounced Die-na

Lancelot awoke later then usual he also had had a more pleasant sleep than usual. He had been with many women, but none put him at ease.

He looked over and saw Rosalyn helping Annabel on her horse. He had to admit Rosalyn was right, this little girl definitely knew how to ride. He wasn't really surprised though, these were hard times and even young kids were at risk of danger. He stood watching fondly over the pair when he noticed some one had come to stand next to him.

"She is such a lovely girl, I've known them both since birth" It was the old woman Lancelot had noticed yesterday, she had a soft voice, but he could tell she was firm and strict. "Hello' my name is Dinna, you are the knight with the twin swords are you not."

"Yes I am, my name is Lancelot"

"Well you certainly know how to handle your weapons, but I'll warn you, you can't handle her."

"What?" he was surprised by her comment and somehow he knew she wasn't hesitant at all about saying it. She was old and she knew it so she spoke her mind no matter how vulgar or obscene or out of place it was. He somehow liked that about her.

"Your eyes good knight they …"

"Are the window to the soul, yes Tristan said that"

"NO, Ha bloody hell, where does a man his age come off thinking he has wisdom. When you're my age you know that all that stuff is horse shit compared to just noticing things. Now don't interrupt, I was going to say that you stare at her constantly. That is how your eyes give you away."

"Oh, well if that is it then I will not look"

"But then your eyes will deceive you, and in turn your neck will join them and then the rest of you will be turned against your better judgment, and thus you will look."

Lancelot gave a small chuckle and then turned around to the tree. "We'll see" He began to untie his horse. She just sighed and began to walk away.

"The eyes always win my friend."

He watchedher go to herown horse and then went back to his work with a smile on his face. He was still smiling when Arthur came and told him it was time to leave.

It had been a slower ride back, but as Rosalyn had said everyone knew how to ride so it seemed that the journey went by quickly. They were in sight of the fort and almost to the gates. They knew if they could just get past the large oak it would be ok. They felt they were almost safe when they heard what they had been dreading; the sound of marching commands came from the forest surrounding the fort. Arthur spurred his horse behind the group and rushed them forward as the first of the Saxon cavalry sprang from the forest.

"Tristan we need your bow back here." Arthur had barely finished the command when the quiet knight was behind and taking down horses. Th other knights followed suit.

Rosalyn watched as the knights rallied together, she was in awe of there coordination it was if they could read each others thoughts, but she couldn't focus on them now. She scanned the group for Dinna and Annabel. She saw Dinna as she led her horse into the gates and she saw the knights as they urged her to come inside. She was the farthest away from the gates and she wasn't heading towards them until she saw a sign of Annabel. Then she saw it. Coming out of the forest and right into the head of the cavalry was Cliste caring a very scared Annabel. They were both headed right for a man she knew to be Cynric the son of the Saxon leader. She knew him from an earlier confrontation where she had given him a nasty gash across the cheek before leaving herfirst, destroyed, village.

She saw him pull something off the back of another mans horse he held it out then threw it right for Annabel. Her heart jumped into her head and before a second thought came into her head she was off at a speed that would have left a Sarmatian horseman in wonder.

Annabel tumbled to the ground in the net that Cynric had just thrown on her. She was pertrified of the man on the horse, but if she was going to live she had to fight. She pulled the small dagger, that had been made for her by her father, and began to cut threw the strong rope.

Lancelot saw all the had taken place and set his horse off a second after Rosalyn had taken off. He was running at a speed to match her own. He picked up his bow and began to fire at the first line of horses. He saw Cynric jump to the back. Lancelot had always considered that man a coward. He kept firing, being careful not to hit Rosalyn. He saw arrows fly over his head from the other knights who were at the gates.

Annabel was still cutting when she froze and noticed she was being lifted and then was thrown on the back of a horse. She was on the horse for a little while, when she noticed the gleam of an abalone shell in the shape of a moon engraved in a dagger. "Huh? Oh!"

Lancelot turned his horse around and headed back to the gates with a whipped face that he shared with the other knights. They had all watched as Rosalyn had flipped to the side of her horse, almost perpendicular to the ground, scooped up Annabel and the net, thrown her all the way up and onto the back of the horse. She had turned her horse so quickly he had made a U turn around an area the size of dime. In the middle of this turn she found time to throw one of her spare daggers into Cynric's shoulder. Then she had beaten Lancelot back to the gates. When they were safely inside Rosalyn pulled Annabel off her horse and collapsed beside her.

"Girlie when… I'm… Old, I'm not…. Going to do that." She managed to say in between breaths.

"That was so cool Aunt Rose." Annabel had gotten out of the net and was hugging her Aunt. All the knights were smiling at the pair. Dinna waddled over in her usual manner, and began to swoon and fawn over Annabel.

"Thanks Dinna, I'm just great"

"Rosalyn I think you have a visitor" Bors was on top of the wall and looking down towards the tree in the middle of the field. Rosalyn rushed up to the top to see who she had pissed off this time although she could almost guess.

"Oh well Hello, how's that shoulder" She was looking at Cynric, who had a piece of fur and a bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Next to him stood his father Cerdic, he had cold eyes and was impassive to the fact that his son was hurt. He held no emotion and was in no way a caring parent. All he wanted his son to do was kill. He voice was low and cold and had that strong germanic accent known to the Saxons.

"I respect warriors, and I'm always looking for a new soldier. I have a place for you among my ranks should you choose."

"I work under no command. You and your men can leave England or you can die here."

"I think not fair princess" When he said this Rosalyn eyes grew wider but they only held for a second. Then she had the situation under control again.

"Sir, you must be mistaken, that family has been dead for years."

"As you say, but if you do come across a princess tell her that not all of them died." With that he left and Rosalyn rushed down the steps to find Dinna.

Lancelot followed after her and the rest of the knights too when they saw the Saxons retreat back into the forest. Lancelot finally caught up with Rosalyn and she and Dinna were in a small circle talking low, there was someone else there also, it was Guinevere.

"Excuse me ladies, but what is he talking about?"

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