Chapter 3:
"..." talking
'...' thinking
I woke up to a soft knock on my door, I slowly stood up and made my way over to the door and opened it, a young woman stood there with a small bassin of water in her arms.
"Lady." She bowed and I motioned for her to come in. She sat the bassin of water on the dresser and and smiled kindly at me. "Do you need anything else lady?"
"No thank you." She bowed again and left the room. When she was out of the room I locked the door and undressed, my dress was dirty and ripped from the fight with the woads and I was more then happy to have it off of my body. I added some lavender to the water and washed my body and hair. When I finished I wrapped a towel around my body and went to a bag that had some of my belongings in it. I thought back to all that my father had put me through these last few days and decided to add the iceing to the cake. I pulled out a pair of black leather trousers that I usally wore when I was rideing my horse and a black long sleved sweater. I put my dark brown hair in a half bun and looked at myself in the full lenght mirror. I new that my dad was going to be mad atme for not wearing a dressbut that was the point of dressing in trousers and a sweater. There was another knock at my door, "Come In," I called. Luke, the only other Romean I like besides Arthur came in.
"Your father want's to see you." He tried not to laugh but failed. He knew how much I loved to make my father mad at me and was usally present during such times. "One of these days your going to push it to far." I smiled and wrapped my arm around his offered one.
"Making my father mad at me is the only fourm of entertament I have. Is it my fault he's an esay pray?" We both smiled and walked down to Arthur's chambers where my father was at. Luke knocked at waited for someone to answer. Horton opened the door and mumbled something about my choice of clothes. "like your's is any better." I muttered under my breath. He spined around and raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled sweetly at him. When he turned around I smirked and walked into Arthur's rooms. My father was looking threw things on Arthur's desk, he picked up a large object.
"Pelagius." I heard him mutter. He threw it to the ground. I muttered a few words under my breath in latin. My father turned around and looked anoyed at me but didn't say anything about my choice of cloths or lanuge.
"Is there anything wrong?" He asked me. At this moment I didn't care if I anoyed him, my father had told me that Pelagius had left but he never told me where he went to. I had listened very closley to his word on free will and equality and right now my father was testing my temper.
"No." I said bitterly. He raised an eyebrow at me but only nodded his head. The door opened up and the same man who had taken my horse earlyer came in and nodded his head in my direction.
"Sir, i'm here to escort you to the fortress hall." My father left and Horton picked up a box, before he left he spoke to the man.
"When my master meets with your Knights, he must be seated last and he must be seated at the head of the table."
"Your master can plonk his holy ass whevere he chooses." I thought I was going to fall to the floor in laughter but kept myself from makeing myself look like some crazey person. Horton looked shocked but said nothing and left the room. I got control of myself and walked over to the man.
"Helena." I interduced my self.
"Jols." He smiled kindly at me. "Are you sure your his daughter?"
"That's what i'm told." I said being series. He laughed and showed me down to the fortress hall. I walked in in time to see Horton with a shocked look on his face. There was a round table in the room but I didn't see what the big deal was. I shruged my shoulders and took a seat next to Arthur. He smiled at me and arched an eyebrow. "I had to spend three days in a dress and ride in a carriage because of my father, trust me this is leting him off easy." He laughed and shook his head.
"Your a hand full." My smile grew bigger.
"I know." I turned my head and saw Tristan staring at me. I raised my eyebrows at him and I could have bet Hortons life that I saw him smirk at me. He quickly brought his goblet to his mouth, he was going to me a tough one to break but I could tell that he was going to be worth it. I quickly lost my intrest inwhat my father had to say when he startedto talk about religion, pagans, and the Roman Empier. I quickly woke up thow when I heard about Saxons. It seems that Saxons were comeing to invade Britian and my father had know intention on trying to stop them. I relised then that Arthur and his Knights had risked there lifes for fifthteen years for nothing. He was going to let them take over the land of my mother and her people without even a fight, true he had never married her because of who he is but she was still my mother. He wanted to go back to Rome where he could do any thing he wanted without being blamed for it. He showed the Knights there discharge papers but somehow I knew they wouldn't be free, not yet anyway. When the Knights didn't leave after he wanted to speak to Arthur alone he slamed the lid with there papers shut. I jumped slightly and glared at him.
"Come, lets leave Roman business to Romans." Lancelot raised his gobletin Arthur's direction andwinked at me.I smiled at him but it didn't reach my eyes. Tristan inspected his gobled and took it with him. I alsosmiled at him and watched as the Knights left. My father turned his attation to me and I glared at him, he new that I wasen't going to leave so he didn't even try.
"Rome had issued a final order for you and your men." I slamed my goblet down on the table but only my father seemed to notice.
"Final order?" I could tell Arthur was furious even thow he didn't let it show.
"You are to travel North to rescue the family of Marius Honorius and return with Marius son, Alecto." I new his family well, his son was to become bishop oneday and his wife was like a mother to me. Marius Honorius on the other hand was a Roman pig who thought of nobody but himself and though he was god himself. If I had anything to do with it he would never make it here alive.
"On this day, you ask this of my men. On this day." He stood up and moved away from the table. Arthur didn't deserve this and neather did his men, they had fought for a land that they didn't love, they were forced to leave there home and be searvents to Romes Empier. I finished my wine and left without a woard. When I was out in the cool nights fresh air I brethed in the air and closed my eyes. Arthur and I was to go back to Rome tomorrow but it seemed that it wasen't going to happen. I opened my eyes and saw the Knights in the tavern, I was going to go with them tomorrow and I was going to make sure that each and everyone of them was going to return to there homes, even if I didn't.