Arthur grabs the reins and digs his heels into the horse's side. "Come on!" He urges, anxious to put as much distance between himself and the bandits as possible.
Angry yells hang in the air behind them. The bandits will not be happy to find out that a stranger has come in and stolen one of their servants.
He is anxious to get back to Camelot. It's not just the bandits that worry him; he can see the red stains of blood on Morgana's tunic, and knows enough about medicine to realise that her wounds need a physician.
She's pale, too, though she always has been, and he can feel her shivering in front of him. Judging by her grittily determined expression whilst being beaten, this is not the first time she has been in trouble, and Arthur wonders just how she has managed to survive this long without even a bandage, let alone a physician.
The horse gallops on, and Arthur tries to ignore Morgana's moans of pain. As they near Camelot, however, she becomes quieter, and he knows that can't be a good thing.
Suddenly he feels Morgana slip sideways in front of him. He hooks an arm round her waist in panic, pulling her back upright. He's a good rider, and manages to keep the both of them in the saddle, though he's sure Morgana has lost consciousness.
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