Ch. 4
Rose sank lower into the wooden chair and watched Reya with Tristan like a hawk.
Most of the people that were in the first floor of the inn had either gone upstairs to bed or left to go back home. The bar tender stood washing some of the dirty glasses that had been filled to the top with ale earlier. Arthur, Gawaine, and Galahad had headed upstairs to bed about an hour ago but Tristan, Reya, Dagonet, and Bors remained up the fireplace keeping warm. The last two, Rose and Lancelot, were still sitting where they were two hours ago. A half empty (or half full?) glass of ale sat in front of Lancelot but he had made no move to drink it in over an hour.
Rose sighed and wondered what time it was. Without a doubt, Reya or Tristan must be going to bed soon, she thought somewhat angrily as she flicked tiny of pieces of bread across the table.
Sure enough, Reya suddenly stood up and stretched. "Well, it's late," she said but she didn't go upstairs. She stayed there watching Tristan silently.
Bors grumbled something and he s-l-o-w-l-y got to his feet. "Come on, Dag. We might be leaving tomorrow morning."
Rose snapped her head up and stared at Bors with wide eyes. There was no way she was going to let them leave. Not yet, anyhow.
Lancelot chuckled and glanced at her. "Do worry. I don't plan on leaving just yet."
Rose blushed and stared down at her shoes. But a sudden movement brought her head back up.
Three Roman officers had just entered the bar with their weapons at hand. Lancelot turned slightly to Bors who was frowning.
The bar tender put down his rag and called to them. "Hey! Put your weapons away if you're to come in here, men!"
One of the Roman soldiers laughed and waved his sword around like a maniac. "And who," he asked with his speech somewhat slurred, "is going to make me?"
Lancelot was standing now with hands holding his two swords behind his back. "Put it down." He said angrily.
Now all the soldiers were laughing. The one, who spoke before, scanned Lancelot over. "No, I don't think I-"
A small blade was suddenly wedged in between the officer's forehead and the he gradually slid down to the ground.
Rose looked in direction it was thrown and was shocked to find Reya's arm was still in the motion of release.