Chapter 11:
We returned to Hadrian's Wall to make sure that Lancelot and Tristan got there wounds taken care of for they were severe. Lancelot was wisked away in the room while Dagonet and another healer by the name of Raven Lox who had came to the wall as a healer, took him as Dagonet stopped me from entering the room as I looked at him in disbelief.
"Dagonet?" I questioned. He glanced at me with a sympathtic smile as I moved to past by him but he settled a hand upon my shoulder.
"Shirin I believe that it will be better if you waited out here" he suggested gently. I gave him a look that plainly would of brought anyone else down and out of my way but Dagonet wasn't about to let me past.
"Dagonet you must be joking? That is my fiancee in there and you wish for me to stay outside?" I asked in disbelief as my voice rose.
I felt another hand rest on my other shoulder and I spun about to see Galahad behind me with a comforting smile.
"Galahad please I must go to him, he needs me..." I was cut off by Galahad who pulled me to him in a warm, strong and comforting embrace as I felt the shock that had seemed to overtake me wear off as the reality of it all began to sit in now. My whole body shook as my knees buckled and I slumped within Galahad's arms which he simply swept me up into his arms and carried me to my room, intent on taking care of my wound which slowly seemed to come to me for what I wasn't aware of was the gash along my stomach close to the scar that Cynric had left.
I pushed against Galahad's helping hand while he just clucked his tongue as he reached out and brushed my hair back.
"Shirin for once in your life do not worry, allow someone to disperse of your pain" he remarked soothingly. I slowly began to relax but then Lancelot popped into my head once again and I surged upward which made a scream wrench past my lips at the pain that shot through my body at my action.
Galahad reached out to comfort me as I heard him call for Vanora and Guinevere and I saw them rush in my room as the cloud of pain and exuastion slowly fell upon me. All around me I heard muffled talking but to me as I glanced around everything seemed cloudy but the only thing that was on my mind and my lips was Lancelot, I needed to reach him, to see that he was alright but I couldn't seem to fight through this cloud of pain that threatened to overcome me. I saw a flash of light which nearly blinded me and I moaned against its sudden glare then I felt a sudden warmth spread all over me then I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again for a longtime.
"My beautiful daughter, you look distressed, worry not for the young knight that has captured your heart shall be just fine but as for you my darling, you need to fight this. I do not just speak of the wounds that have been inflicted on you but also the wounds that dwell within your heart, you know of which I speak of my darling. I love you so that I count the days till we are reunited once more. Open your heart completely and seek the forgivness that you know must be given" came my mother's voice.
I whimpered a bit as I saw her shimmering form as the light surrounded her making her more beautiful to my eyes, she held her outstretched arms towards me with a smile.
"Maman" I whispered weakly as I reached for her also but she slowly began to disappear as I whimpered again then I began to relax as I felt Galahad brush back my hair once more but then I saw him glance up at Guinevere in worry.
"She's breaking a fever" he murmured worriedly. I moaned again as the pain then engulfed me and at the disapperance of my mother who I lost at a young age or so I had been told.
"Lancelot" I whimpered. I felt my strenght drain slowly as I finally gave in to the black abyss that finally took over me.
Lancelot's point of view...
I jerked awake as the pain that shot through me but it wasn't in regards to the arrow that Dagonet and Raven had pulled out but to the fact I heard Shirin's voice.
"Maman" She had whimpered. So softly yet so clearly that it struck me right in the heart that I never thought it would.
Dagonet and Raven physically had to hold me down as I struggled against them, regardless of my wounds and pain that shot through me at the movement but yet I needed to get to her at all cost.
"Lancelot for godsakes stay still!" scolded Dagonet. I ignored him and thrashed about some more, growling in effort to get up and go see how my fiancee was faring, something didn't seem right.
"Lancelot calm yourself!" came Arthur's voice. I glanced up briefly as he stormed within the room as he seemed relieved that I was alright yet a bit annoyed that I wasn't resting. I ignored him as well as I rose yet I was ordered once again.
"Lancelot lay back down! That's an order from your commander!" Arthur remarked loudly. I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Tell me how my fiancee fares and I'll go forth with your order" I offered. Arthur arched his eyebrow at my quick defiance of his order yet I saw the amusement within his eyes and understanding at my need to see Shirin.
Sighing he came towards my bedside as he placed a hand upon my shoulder and I felt the feeling of dread creep within my belly.
"Arthur f-for goodness sakes tell me what the matter is" I pleaded. I stopped as I heard the hoarseness in my voice and I cleared my throat but then as I saw the sadness within Arthur's eyes as well as the worry that crested there, I made to rise again when I saw Galahad along with Gawain enter my room just as Dagonet placed a hand on my shoulder to settle me once more. I looked at Galahad who gazed at me concernly.
"How do you fare Lancelot?" Galahad asked. I narrowed my eyes at our youngest knight. No one was giving me the answer I seeked and I was starting to loose my patience.
"I'm bloody fine until I get some answers to which I seek about the welfare of my fiancee!" I rumbled loudly.
Gawain cleared his throat which made me cut my glance over to him as he wavered under my hard gaze. He shook his head.
"Lancelot I..." he was cut off but Arthur. "Lancelot I do not wish for you to worry yourself, you both have had a tiring day..." I cut him off this time.
"Bloody hell Arthur tell me what in gods name is going on with my fiancee! Wife! What ever the bloody hell you wish to call her!" I barked out.
Galahad stepped back at the anger and defiance that crackled within my eyes as I glared at them all then I made to get to her myself when Galahad stepped forth once more.
"She's suffering with a fever and seem's to be lost in some sort of a memory that is anguishing her so" he explained in a rush as he sent Arthur a apoligetic look. I swung my head to face Arthur but hissed under my breath at the pain that sudden movement caused me then I met Arthur's gaze.
"Were you not planning on telling me?" I asked, hurt. He sighed as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair.
"I felt that it would be best that you got well first, that you were mended" he explained. I opened my mouth to say something when Guinevere came strolling in, she shared a meaningful glance with Arthur then turned to me.
"Sir Lancelot how do fare?" she asked. I gritted my teeth at the constant question that was wearing down my nerves.
"Milady I fare well yet I am concerned about my fiancee. Tell me is she well?" I asked. I pleaded with her to tell me that all was well.
She cleared her throat as she struggled to find the words to explain to me what was going on then she turned to us all.
"Seem's that she has a deep gash along side her stomach close to the scar that has already marked her. Tis a bit deep but it shall be fine. Her fever seems to waver a bit but I believe that it shall break by tomorrow, she's mostly suffering from lose of blood tis all but I advise you to take your rest as well so the both of you may mend faster milord" she announced. I saw Arthur, Galahad, Gawain and Dagonet sigh in relief but I was unsatisfied.
"Milady was she suffering from nothing else?" I pressed. She glanced at me curiously to what regards I would ask such a question.
"Nothing that I know of, why would you ask such a question milord?" she asked. I glanced about the room as I tried to search of a explanation but then I felt a wave of dizziness hit me. I closed my eyes for merely a second but Arthur took that as to settle me down.
"Sleep my brother for you need it, you fought well today. Rest and Shirin will also and by morning you shall both be in better spirits" he advised. I went to protest as well but I felt that he was right.
What good will I be to both Shirin and myself if I did not take care of myself. How would take care of her if I didn't take care of myself. I laid down and slowly slipped within the comforting darkness that beckoned me but in my dreams and thoughts laid the beautiful, raven-haired beauty that had stolen my heart years ago and my future wife but laid with me was her welfare.