Chapter Eight

The knights arrived at Marius's estate and several serfs gathered around to see what the commotion was all about. Some roman soldiers closed the gates to Marius's home as the knights rode up.

"Who are you?" A roman soldier asked from on top the wall.

"I am Arthur Castus, commander of the Sarmatian knights and by Bishop Germanius of Rome." Arthur said "Open the gate."

Hope shifted uncomfortably in Lancelot's arms. His grasp around her waist was tight and painful; it was as though he was trying to protect her from something. But from what? Falling off the horse? Definitely not. She had already proven that she could ride a horse fairly well. 'Maybe this place makes him uncomfortable or something…' She thought as she glanced over to Miracle.

Miracle was comfortably snuggled into the arms of Galahad. Galahad seemed rather upset with himself for throwing her down on the ground days ago. He seemed rather hasty about making it up to her. Miracle didn't mind all the attention though, she rather enjoyed it.

Faith on the other hand was highly uncomfortable. She wanted to ride with Dagonet, but Arthur insisted that she ride with Tristan since Dagonets horse was already carrying a lot of weight. It wasn't that she didn't like Tristan, as a matter a fact she was strongly attracted to him, but for some strange reason, the silent man unnerved her for reasons she didn't know.

The gates to the estate finally opened and the serfs watched in awe. A short fat man dress in a sort of roman like toga waltzed out, accompanied by several of his roman soldiers.

"It is a wonder you have come!" The fat man shouted. "Good Jesus, Arthur and his knights." The fat man obviously known as Marius reached up to pet Galahads horse, but Galahad pulled back glaring at him.

"You have fought the woad's" Marius stated "Vile Creatures."

"Not as vile as you though…"Faith mumbled under her breath as images of the dungeon, from the movie, filtered into her mind.

"Our orders are to evacuate you immediately." Arthur said. Marius began to look around nervously.

"T-That's impossible!" He stuttered.

"Which is Alecto?" Arthur asked as he looked around.

"I am Alecto." A voice sounded from the top of the wall.

"Oooo…In real life view he's actually kind of cute." Hope giggled.

"Eww Hope!" Miracle whined as she looked up at the boy. Faith stared blankly at Hope for a moment before turning her attention back to Arthur.

"Alecto is my son" Marius said "And everything we have is here in the land given to us by the pope of Rome."

"Well, you're about to give it to the Saxons" Lancelot smugly said.

"Right on Lancey pants, right on!" Hope shouted.

"They're invading from the North" Arthur stated.

"Then Rome will send an army." Marius retorted angrily.

"Stupid bastard…" Faith mumbled under her breath as she shifted uncomfortably in Tristan's arms. Tristan froze when she began wiggling around in front of him. 'This arrangement is very uncomfortable…'

"They have. Us. We leave as soon as you're packed." Arthur said.

"I refuse to leave." Marius growled. Behind him, his son and wife walked out of the gates. There was a long moment of silence before Marius noticed that all his serfs were gathered around them.

"Go back to work! All of you! Get back to work!" he shouted as four of his roman soldiers walked forward and began pushing the people around.

"Back to work!" They shouted, repeating Marius words. The soldiers shoved a few serfs to the ground, and continued shouting at them to get back to work.

"All right, all right-" A tall scrawny man began talking as he walked backwards.

"Go on!" A soldier shouted at him.

"Go!" Marius shouted angrily as he glared at the knights. Arthur dismounted his horse and walked over to him.

If I fail to bring you and your son back, my men can never leave this land." Arthur said through gritted teeth "So you're coming with me if I have to tie you to my horse and drag you all the way to Hadrian's Wall myself." Arthur bowed mockingly "My lord." He turned to face Marius wife before speaking again. "Lady my knights are hungry."

Marius's wife Fulcinia pats him on the shoulder. "Go" Marius said without looking at her. She nodded her head and left, Marius staring at Arthur.

Marius turns to leave and beckons for his son to follow him. Arthur watches them leave before turning and noticing a strange building made out of rocks, with a torch on the front of it.

"Come. Lets go" Bors said to Arthur. Arthur's gaze was now settled on the serf's small village, and Bors followed his eye sight. A man was hanging by chains that were wrapped around his wrist.

Arthur made his way over to the man, drawing Excalibur as he does. Bors sighed unhappily and dismounted his horse, drawing his sword as well. Two monks stopped Bors.

"Are you from Rome?" They asked him.

"From hell." The monks pulled back from him frightened by his answer. Hope snickered and made faces at them, while Lancelot stared at her highly amused.

Faith, ignoring the pain in her back, slipped off of Tristan's horse. Standing up, you could see that her clothes were ripped and tattered, she was still covered with mud, and there were bruises appearing all over her body.

Tristan reached down to grab her and pull her back on the horse, but she swatted his hands away. Unknown to him, she had grabbed one of his daggers while sliding off his horse. She slipped it into the inside of her sleeve, just incase she was going to need it anytime soon.

"You shouldn't be walking." Tristan coldly said. There was no concern in his voice, at least none that Faith could hear.

"Bite me." Tristan raised an eyebrow at her remark.

"I would. But I'm afraid I'll contract something." The corners of his mouth twitched as he bit back the urge to grin at the look of anger on her face.

Deciding that she would not win in an argument with him, she slowly, painfully, walked over to where Arthur stood. He was giving some speech about people being free from there first breath. She watched in awe as he cut the chains that bonded the man and commanded someone to help him.

"Now hear me. A vast and terrible army is coming this way. They will show no mercy, spare no one. Those of you who are able should begin to gather your things and move south, towards Hadrian's Wall. Those unable shall come with us." He turned to the man known as Ganis "You. Serve me now. Gather these people."

"Right! You heard him! You go grab enough food and water for the journey. Let's get a hurry on or else we're all dead!"


Miracle was still sitting on Galahads horse, desperately trying to ignore the fact that he was rubbing her thigh. Her face was turning bright red, and Galahad was just casually carrying on a conversation with Gawain.

Galahads hand slowly moved up her thigh and to her stomach. Miracle stiffened when his hand slipped inside her pants. 'Surely he is not going to do what I think he is going to do…' She thought to herself. Her question was quickly answered when she felt his hand slip past the elastic band of her panties. At first Miracle was sure Gawain would notice something by now, she was biting her bottom lip and her face was turning bright bright red.

Gawain nodded his head to Galahad and said something Miracle didn't really hear. Her head was spinning in circles from what Galahad was doing to her. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder as Gawain rode off to god knows where.

"Stop..." She weakly whispered into his ear. He turned his head and looked into her eyes and began moving his fingers faster.

"No" he replied hoarsely. Miracle felt a weird burning sensation building up in the pit of her stomach, and she bit back the urge to scream out in pleasure when her orgasm washed over her.

Her head lolled to the side, and she saw Hope and Faith staring at her. Hope was falling over with laughter, and Faith was just staring at her with a look on her face that said 'what the fuck!'

If at all possibly, Miracle turned even redder. She felt Galahad remove his hand and she turned to look at him. He had a cocky grin on his face, and her jaw almost dropped when he began sucking on his fingers.


Faith couldn't believe her eyes. Miracle, her little baby sister, just got finger fucked by the youngest knight. The knight that in the legends is suppose to be Galahad the pure. 'Pure my ass!' Faith growled and pulled the dagger from her sleeve and began walking towards Galahad.

She was abruptly pulled back by her hair, by none other then Hope. Faith fell back on the ground and looked up at Hope, stroking her hair.

"What you do that for?" Faith growled.

"Well…You were going to go kill Galahad for touching Miracle." Hope calmly said as she sat down next to her younger sister "Its time Miracle finally grew up Faith, let it go. Let her have a chance of happiness before she dies."

"She's only fifteen though!" Faith complained

"She's sixteen Faith. Her birthday was over a day ago."

"Oh…" Faith said looking down. "I don't want her to grow up though, what if Galahad is just using her for sex!"

"Then we will be there for her when he does." Hope replied.

"Since when did you become the smart older sister?" Faith asked as she folded her arms across her chest and watched Tristan ride up to Arthur. They were talking about something, obviously the best way to leave.

"Since all my little sisters grew up." Hope replied. It was silent for a few minutes before Faith asked the dreaded question.

"No one has yet to tell me where Destiny is. Where is she?"

"She went looking for you. We were hoping that she would rescue you, you would be unharmed, and when we reached Marius estate you two would be waiting here for us." Hope said "It seems to be yet another happy fantasy that didn't come true."

"Nothing is that easy Hope. I would think that you would know that after what we have been through"

"I can't help but wish things were easier though." Hope looked up and gave Faith a fake smile before standing up. Faith sighed and stood up as well, following Hope to where Arthur was standing in front of the stone building.


Arthur pointed his sword at the roman soldier who guarded the door to the stone building. "Move." Arthur commanded, but the man showed no response. "Move." Arthur commanded once again. Behind him the other knights were riding up to see what all the commotion was about. Faith and Hope were slowly walking up; Faith leaning against Hope for support.

"Move!" Arthur shouted. The roman soldier backed away as Arthur stepped up and examined the door. "What is this?"

"You cannot go in there. No one goes in there. This place is forbidden." The obnoxious monk from earlier spoke up.

"What are you doing! Stop this!" Marius's voice sounded in the background. The knights blocked Marius from interfering.

"Arthur, we have no time." Lancelot said.

"Do you not hear the drums?" Galahad asked.

"Dagonet" Arthur said, looking towards the building. The big man dismounted his horse, taking his axe with him. He slammed into the rocks with the axe, tearing down the blockade. The knights watched. Faith, Hope and Miracle watched as well. Dagonet finally struck what appeared to be a door.

"Key" Arthur asked the roman soldier.

"It is locked…from the inside." The soldier said. Arthur nodded to Dagonet to knock down the door. Dagonet nodded his head and kicked the door two times before the door gave way. Lancelot and Gawain dismounted there horse as Arthur ventured inside.

"Here you" Gawain pushed the monk inside. "Go. Move!"

"Gawain" Lancelot said as he handed a torch over to Gawain. The two of them followed the monk down the steps; they could hear Latin chanting in the distance.

Arthur held his torch up and could see a dead man hanging by chains. The strong stench of the dead was the only thing he could smell, and the smell made him want to puke.

"Who are these defilers of the Lords temple?" The monk who was chanting asked. Lancelot shoved the monk aside.

"Out of the way" He commanded. The knights looked around at all the dead people that filled the dungeon. "The work of your god. Is this how he answers your prayers?" Lancelot asked mockingly.

"See if there's still any alive" Arthur commanded. The knights spread out around the dungeon, opening cages and cells to see any existence of life resided in them. Dagonet opened one cell, and recoiled from the horrid smell.

The obnoxious monk grabbed Lancelot and began shouting at him. "How dare you set foot in this holy place!" Lancelot stabbed the monk in the stomach, and he fell dead to the ground.

"There was a man of god." The other monk shouted.

"Not my god!" Lancelot shouted back at him angrily. Dagonet opened another cell and said that that one too was dead.

"By the smell they are all dead." Gawain said as he turned and face the monk. "And you. You even move you join him" He said as he pointed to the ground, where the dead monk lay. Gawain watched as Arthur and Lancelot opened another cell; only to reveal a dead withering man.

"Arthur!" Dagonet shouted from across the room as he lifted a young boy from a cell. Gawain made to walk over to him, but he froze when he felt a hand wrap around his ankle. At first he thought that the monk wasn't really dead, but when he looked down and saw that it was a small dirty hand that held him captive, he almost sighed in relief.

Turning, he cut the chains that held the cell door closed, and let it fall to the ground. Curled up near the side, was a small woman covered in god knows what. The woman crawled forward, obviously not scared of him at all. Gawain picked her up and held her in his arms.

"Arthur, I've found one!" He shouted before he started heading up the steps to leave. When he was outside in the light, he could see that the woman he held was in fact Destiny. He laid her carefully on the ground and was about to tend to her wounds when he was knocked over by Hope.

Hope, Miracle, and Faith were gathered around her. Miracle's eyes were swarming in tears, and Hope was pulling Destiny into her lap. Faith just kind of looked down at her, not really sure if she should cry of just kill Marius instead.

Arthur and Dagonet exited the building. Dagonet was carrying the small boy, and Arthur was carrying the obvious body of Guinevere. "Water! Give me some water!" Arthur shouted as he laid the woman in his arms on the ground.

Ganis rushed over and gave Arthur a cup of water. Arthur tipped the cup against the woman's lips, letting her drink the water slowly. She choked and opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"She's a woad." Tristan stated as he sheathed his sword.

"I'm a roman officer. Your safe now." Arthur slowly said to her as she began playing with his cloak. "You're safe…"

"Stop what you are doing!" Marius shouted as he approached Arthur. Arthur stood up and faced him.

"What is this madness?"

"They are all pagans here!" Marius shouted at him furiously.

"So are we" Galahad said.

"They refuse to do the task God has set for them!" Marius continued shouting. His wife rushed forward and took the woman on the ground into her arms.

"You mean they refused to be your serfs!" Arthur shouted back him, anger filling his eyes.

"You are a roman. You understand. And you are a Christian!" Marius shouted. He turned and glared at his wife. "You! You kept them alive!" Marius smacked her across the face hard, knocking her to the ground.

Before Arthur could respond, Faith had Marius pinned to the ground, her dagger pressing against his throat.

"I should slice your throat open and leave you here to bleed till you die." Faith said coldly. She pressed the dagger harder against his throat and a small droplet of blood rolled down the side of his neck.

The roman soldiers start to come to Marius rescue. "No, no! Stop!" Marius shouted when he felt the blade cutting his skin. He turned and looked at Arthur who had his sword drawn. "When we get to the wall, you will be punished for this heresy"

Arthur yanked Faith up and grabbed Marius. "Perhaps I should kill you now and seal my fate." Arthur said sternly.

"I was willing to die with them. Yes, to lead them to their rightful place.
It is God's wish that these sinners be sacrificed. Only then can their souls be saved." The mental monk said. Arthur glanced at him and dropped Marius to the ground.

"Then I shall grant his wish." Arthur said "Wall them back up."

"Arthur" Tristan said leaning forward in his saddle.

"I said, wall them up!" Arthur shouted. The serfs began pushing the monk back into the building.

"Don't you see it is the will of god that these sinners be sacrificed!" He shouted as he was roughly shoved inside the building. "These sinners! These sinners!"

Faith watched Marius stand up from the ground. The anger was building up inside of her, and all she wanted to do was watch that man die a painful death. She brought the dagger up to her lips and licked his blood from the blade. He watched her, disgust written all over his face. His blood tasted sour, like lemons. Marius growled and walked off with his soldiers, ignoring her. Faith smirked and was about to slide the dagger up her sleeve, but someone grabbed her hand.

"I believe that is mine." She turned to see Tristan sitting on his horse next to her. He pried the dagger from her hand and sheathed it in its rightful place. Faith glared at him and tried to yank her hand away, but he wouldn't let go. In an instance, he had easily hoisted her up on the horse in front of him.

Faith turned away from him, and settled herself in the saddle, preparing herself for a long ride. She glanced over to Gawain, who was carrying the unconscious form of Destiny to a carriage. Tearing her eyes away from them, she watched Miracle shyly climb in front of Galahad, and Hope whine to Lancelot about wanting to be with Destiny.

"Your wound has reopened." Faith was startled from her thoughts and looked over her shoulder to Tristan. He gestured to her left shoulder where she Dagonet had given her stitches for a pretty bad cut. Faith glanced to her side and saw that the stitches had torn and blood was seeping from the wound and into her already dirty shirt.

"Oh, didn't notice." Faith replied. She shrugged her shoulders and was content on just dealing with it. 'Dagonet needs to focus on Destiny, Guinevere and Lucan; not worrying about some stupid cut.' She thought to herself. Tristan shook his head and tore the bottom of his tunic off. Ignoring her protest he wrapped it around her shoulder.

"Why are you doing that?" She asked him nervously.

"To stop the blood flow. Its getting all over my clothes." He replied. Faith snorted and crossed her arms.

"And here I thought you actually cared about my health."


A/N:

Well there it is Ladies and Gentlemen! Chapter eight! Wow that took a while to write! Sorry for the delay! Been preoccupied. But hope you guys enjoyed it. Especialy the lil bit with Miracle and Galahad! Thought that be funny to add in. Hope you guys enjoyed! Gimme lotsa reviews please!

Jessipurr