Chapter 5:
"..." talking
'...' thinking
I slowly opened my eyes to only close them tight once again, the sun blinded me and I silently cursed Arthur for giveing me a room that recived the sun this early in the morning. I opened my eyes again and gave them a chance to get use to the light before I slid out of bed and streched my limbs. I walked over to the trunk at the end of the bed and pulled out a pair of black trousers and a dark green shirt that tied losley in the front and sliped them on over the daggers that I had strapped onto my body, I pulled my hair up into bun and sliped by boots on before grabbing my wepons and walking out to the stables. When I entered I saw the Knights readying them selfs by eather getting there horses ready or sharping there wepons. I walked over to Athenas' stall and patted her neck softly, I smiled when she started to nuzzle my neck and snort softly.
"I missed you too." I laughed and brought her out of the stall and walk her around is circles to get her ready for the long ride. I understood my father wanting to save Alecto but to force the Knights to do it when they should be free made me furious.
'Then he's going to ride back to bloody Rome and leave Britian to the saxons." I thought bitterly. 'But can I leave? could I leave the place that my heart truly lived to the saxons? hell know.' I decided I would do anything I could do to save the land that my mother had once loved, she would be proud. My father came up to me and stared at me as if I had lost my wits.
"Paint a Picture, it'll last longer." I retorted whis a smile on my face. The Knights snigered, they never thought anybody would talk to the bishop like that and found it more amusing that it was his own daughter.
"What are you doing in here?" He glared at me and that made me fume even more.
"I'm going with them." I didn't let my anger show on the outside but my blood was boiling on the inside.
"I forbid it." He said in a cool tone. Ok, now he was 'forbiding' me from going?
"I don't care what you 'forbid' me from doing, this is a suicide mission and i'de let Horton burn before I let whatevere your planeing to do come to play." I let my anger show in evereway I could think and my father didn't look happy about it.
"Bishop we are about to ride out, is there something you needed?" He turned to Arthur and smiled slightly.
"To represent the holy court, my secertary Horton will accompany you on your finall mission." My father looked directly at me when he said, "And to protect my daughter, Commander Capis." My eyes widened, the scum that grew on scum was supose to protect me from the oncomeing saxons. I glared at my father and mounted Athena, waiting for Arthur to give his word to move out.
'Maybe he'll get shot by a woad arrow.' I smirked and rode out after the Knights.
'This should be fun.' I thought sarcasticly. Is was almsot dark and we had just entered woad teratory.
"Woads." It was more of a statment then a question and my hand went instantly to the hilt of my sowrd.
"Where?" Arthur asked from beside me.
"Everywhere." As if on que arrows went flying infront of us and formed a shild of vines, blocking are path.
"Get back!" Lancelot yelled. I quickly turned Athena around and galloped her back in the opposite direction. I quickly stoped when the woads had us trapped and had arrows pointed at us, I grabbed my bow and arrows and was about to fire when I saw a woad with a symbol on his forehead stareing at me like I was the crazy one.
"What are you waiting for?" The woad who had his arrow pointed at me was about to let it fly when a lould wistile came from further into the woods and he slowly lowered his wepon and ran off with the rest of his people.
"Inish" Dagonet growled. "Devil ghosts"
"Why didn't they attack?" Galahad asked, still scaning the trees.
"Merlin dosen't want us dead." I couldn't get the woads face out of my head, he looked at me as if he new me.
'How could he know me?' I haven't been in Britan sence I was a little girl, but I would still rember being around a bunch of guys in blue paint.
The same man with the symbol on his forehead ran to the side of his leader and bowed slightly.
"She is with them, she is helpping Artorius and his Knights." Merlin nodded and continued to stare into the fire infront of him.
"We should have killed them, Merlin." Another man spoke.
"There is a purpose for the girl, Artorius and his Knights. Merling continued.
"No. He is are enemy.
"So is the saxon.
I sat near where Lancelot was 'trying' to start a fire, and I put great empathise on tried. I had my cloak wrapped tight around me but it didn't do much good.
"Lance do you need any help?" I asked for the tenth time.
"No." He stated simply, I figured it had something to do with 'starting a fire was a man's job'. A small flame lit and Lancelot gave me a proud smirk, I just raised my eyebrows and tried not to laugh. A loud crack of thunder caused me to jump slightly and I was thankfull none of the Knights saw me. Tristan sat down next to me and I was rather shocked but gratfull for the warmth his body gave me. I covered my head with my cloak, trying to keep the rain off my head.
"I can't wait to leave this island. If it's not raining, it's snowing. If it's not snowing, it's foggy," Gawain growned out, pulling his cloak tighter around himself.
"And that's the summer." Lancelot added
"Rain is good. Washes all the blood away," Bors said while throwning another log into the fire.
"Dosen't help the smell." Dagonet added.
"Bors, do you plan on taking Vanora and all your little bastards back home with you?" Lancelot asked.
"I'm trying to avoid that decision...by getting killed." I smiled, I haden't know Bors that long but I new he loved Vanora and his bastards, he would never leave them behind. "Dagonet, she wants to get married, give the children names," Bors told his best friend sitting next to him.
"Woman. The children already have names, don't they?" Tristan asked. I scrunched my face and tugged lightly on one of his braids, he raised his eyebrow at me but I just smiled and leaned alittle into him, trying to stay warm. The Knights chuckled lightly.
"Just Gilly." Bors said, answering Tristans question. "It was too much trouble, so we just gave them numbers."
"Really, I thought you couldn't count." Lancelot teased. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled slightly.
"I'll take them with me. I like the little bastards. Especially number three...he's a good father," Bors said in a fatherly tone.
"That's because he's mine," Lancelot teased. I kicked my leg out and hit his knee. He glared at me but I just rolled my eyes and rested my head against the tree trunk behind me, my body was still nestiled by Tristans but he didn't say anything about it. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Lancelot mutter something about payback.