Arthur waits until he is sure that all of the men are asleep before going into the bandit's camp. He is surprised that no-one is left on guard. If this were a camp of the Knights of Camelot, his father would have had someone's head by now.
He has watched them for the past hour or so, observing the location of the main warriors. It seems that the main camp is split, the leaders at one end, closest to the warmth of the campfire, and the slave boys at the other.
Morgana is conveniently on the edge furthest from the leaders. It shouldn't be too difficult to reach her and escape back to Camelot on his horse. Though, after her punishment earlier, Arthur is unsure of how fast Morgana will be able to run, or how well she will manage the ride.
But he has to take that chance.
He creeps stealthily through the undergrowth, attempting to make the least noise possible so as not to risk waking the bandits, and soon reaches Morgana's sleeping form. It shocks him how much she has changed. She is curled defensively into a ball like a cat, her dark hair tucked up into a grubby brown cap, but at least in sleep she looks peaceful.
"Morgana," He whispers as loudly as he dares, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her. "Morgana!"
Morgana sits bolt upright suddenly, and Arthur lays a warning hand on her forearm. Her eyes widen in fear and shock, before she recognises him, and relaxes.
A/N: The next chapter should be uploaded sometime tomorrow. It might even be tonight if I have the time. Please review
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