Ch. 7

Even though Reya was fading and fast, her eyes widened at the thought.

"Are you insane!" Rose cried. "It'll kill her!"

Arthur shook his head. "No, it will save her."

Rose suddenly moved so she was in between Arthur and Reya. Arthur sighed and gave a nod of his head. "Tristan."

Tristan grabbed Rose by the arm and pulled her out of the room. The knights could hear her protesting all the way down the hall.

Arthur turned quickly to Bors who was standing by the door. "Bors, quick. Find some hot iron."

Bors squinted one eye and stared at Arthur. "And where am I suppose to find that?" he asked.

"The blacksmith, the armory…I don't know! Use your imagination!" Arthur snapped back at him angrily.

Bors shrugged but quickly left the room.

Silence filled the room. Not even Reya made a noise of discomfort or hurt. Gawaine shifted his feet and stared at the ground. In the background they could still hear Rose screaming that what Arthur was about to do 'would kill the living shit out of her" and Tristan trying to calm her down.

More minutes ticked away and Reya suddenly slipped into unconsciousness. Lancelot was bent over her trying to keep the cut from losing too much blood but he was failing badly.

All of a sudden Bors came running back into the room swinging a stick of iron. (what the hell is that called! They like used it in pirates of Caribbean to fight in the blacksmith…man this is annoying me.)

Arthur quickly scanned it. "It's not heated." He pointed out.

Bors shrugged again. "So, we'll make it heated."

Lancelot lifted his head slightly. "And where exactly is the fire, Bors?" he asked in a cynical sweet voice.

"Did you not see the fireplace downstairs?" Bors replied in the same baby voice.

Lancelot glowered at him but didn't say another word.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You didn't heat it up?"

"I'm going, I'm going."

"You could move a little faster, you know. But then again, this is only between life and death so take your time." Lancelot said nastily.

Bors started to make a reply but shut up as soon as he saw Arthur's face. "Fine." He said and he hurried down the stairs to heat the iron up.

Bors returned about five minutes later with the iron at hand. He handed it to Arthur carefully than took his stand by the door.

Arthur turned to Reya who was still unconscious and Lancelot who was still by her side. "Hold her tight." He instructed Lance, who gave him a strange look in response.

Arthur lifted up Reya's shirt half way to reveal the wound. He closed his eyes for a second. He never burned a wound shut before and he wasn't eager to try it.

Lancelot Gripped Reya's hand tightly as if he was the one about to be in serious pain and Gawaine turned away so he wouldn't see it.

Arthur finally took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and then pressed the iron up against Reya's skin.