Disclaimer: See chapter one for disclaimer. I still own nothing save a car, a husband, a daughter, and soon a house. I do not own the knights.
Author's Note: Thank you to my wonderful reviewers.
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VISIONS OF DEATH
Chapter Two: The Wagon
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Dagonet crouched beside the boy, worry filling his blue eyes.
The cart moved slowly and, for once, Brigid was glad for an enclosed space. She glanced to her right, finding the handsome giant of her vision tending to Lucan and slowly lifted herself from the floor of the wagon. "How is he?" she whispered, her voice still raw.
Dagonet let his eyes sweep over the second woman they had dragged from the dungeon. "He burns. What is his name?" he asked, one large hand resting on Lucan's head as if to draw the heat from the frail boy.
Brigid smiled softly. "Lucan. His name is Lucan." She crawled towards the boy, settling herself beside him. "You set his arm?" she asked, noting the sling that stabilized the boy's arm.
Dagonet nodded. "How was it broken?" he asked, motioning to Lucan's arm.
Brigid sighed. "Marius's men." She went no further, instead pressing her own palm to Lucan's forehead. She looked towards Gueneviere, stiffening when she saw Arthur with her. Her eyes narrowed, watching Arthur with suspicion.
"That is Arthur," offered Dagonet, watching the woman.
Brigid swung her eyes around to meet his. "He is Roman."
"Some of your fingers are out of place. I have to push them back. If I don't do this, there's a chance you may never use them again." She heard the man known as Arthur tell Gueneviere, then heard Gueneviere's pants then muffled screams as her fingers were reset.
Dagonet caught hold of her arm, shaking his head.
"You are Arthur of the knights of the great wall," panted Gueneviere.
Brigid stared at Dagonet, her mouth slightly agape. Knights of the Great Wall? Gueneviere had told her stories. Goddess above, every Briton she had met since landing on this cursed rock had spoken of the Knights of the Great Wall in hushed tones bordering on reverence. She shook her head and closed her mouth. "Milis Bandia," she muttered in Gaelic, dropping her head into her hands.
A touch on her arm roused her and she found herself being gazed upon with concern by Dagonet. "What pains you?" he asked.
Brigid shook her head and looked outside the cart. "Where are we going?" she asked, ignoring the question.
Dagonet sighed. "Hadrian's Wall."
Brigid nodded and pulled her clothes tighter against her. "What is your name?" she asked, curiosity alight in her gray eyes.
"Dagonet, Brigid." He took in the woman seated before him, noting the blood red hair, the gray eyes, the fair skin dotted with freckles, the full breasts, narrow waist and wide hips. Even with the bruises upon her neck and cheek, she was still a beautiful woman. He reached out to touch the bruises around her neck.
Not surprisingly, the bruises seemed to correspond to a man's hands.
Brigid pulled away, grey eyes suddenly wary. "I am fine," she stated firmly and paused. "How do you know my name?"
Dagonet motioned with his head towards the now sleeping Gueneviere. "She called you Brigid."
Brigid nodded. "My thanks, Dagonet, for your aid." She looked harder at the much taller man who knelt beside her. "You wield an axe?" she asked carefully.
Dagonet nodded. "Aye. Why do you ask?"
Brigid caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head. So, she thought, now my task is to convince this man that I am not mad. Else I will have no chance of saving this man.
TBC...
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Translations:
Milis: sweet
Bandia: Goddess
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To My Fabulous Reviewers:
homeric: I'm glad that you find Brigid interesting. I'm a firm believer in creating interesting characters and, I have to admit, I have a soft spot for Dagonet. I hope you continue to enjoy. Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback.
Miluielwen: Thank you! I promise not to go overboard on the magic--as far as I'm concerned, the characters are the story, not a lot of hocus-pocus. Thank you for your faith...I promise not to disappoint. I can't promise that I'll be able to save Dag...he does have a tendency for blind loyalty to Arthur. Nevertheless, I'll try. He is one of my favorite. I also promise to not go into Mary-Suedom and will result every impulse. I've never liked perfection and Mary Sues are too perfect for my taste. Again, thank you! With feedback like this, this story cannot be anything but good.
shariena: Great! I'm glad that you like it and, per your request, here's another chapter. Sorry it's so brief. But more will come.
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