Hannah Lynn McDonald: Haha, glad you think so, xD

Merlinmorgana1579: Oh wow, that's shocking! Awesome! *Pumps fists* Hahaha... Glad you like it (And him)

The Great Dragon: OOohh, I'm glad to hear he's doing better! God is great! I'll be praying... Hahahha, glad you like them, and the rat plan... ;) :D And nope, no killing off Louis! All right about the LOTR's suggestions... *Thinking* See if we can come up with anything! No promises, I'm sorry, but we'll try! God bless you, too!

Arthur rode along ahead of the group of nights and Morgana. They were quickly approching the border to Odin's land. They'd since found the trace evidence of whoever had been traveling between Camelot and Odin's land. Arthur had a hunch that it had indeed been whoever had been kidnapping sorcerers.

They rode along in silence, quietly moving along. The nearer they drew to Odin's land, the more likely it was for someone to hear them. They'd discussed traveling as far as the light in the sky would allow, then stopping-so they would go beyond the border, and into Odin's territory. It was dangerous, but it was safer than staying right on the border, where Odin's men would patrol.

Birds sang, and twigs beneath the horses hooves snapped. Morgana rode just behind Arthur, she had brought a sword, and a saddle bag, and other than what she wore, nothing. It wasn't as if she could bring much more than that as it was. She stayed silent, waiting to see the border come and go.

The knights rode along in silence. The border between the two lands came into veiw. Arthur halted his horse and nodded to the others, then went on ahead, looking around for any sign of patrols or danger. He hoped they wouldn't meet any. He decided that-if no danger was spotted, they would be able to speak again soon, as long as they were quiet.

Morgana watched carefully, waiting to see any movement. Luckily, there had been none, and there continued to be none. For now, at least. She leaned forward and gently ran a hand through her horses mane.

Arthur turned sideways in his saddle and looked back at the others. "Well make camp in an hour when the sun's set. Until then, we'll keep moving." He wanted to catch up with whoever had kidnapped Merlin and the others as quickly as possible. Now was generally the time when he would be teasing Merlin about how he needed him because... where else would he find someone to polish his armor and wash his socks... He snorted quietly. He missed the banter.

Sir Louis sped his two horses enough to catch up to Arthur - sort of. "Sire," he whispered, or what he figured might have been close to one. "The path we travel leads into a smaller village - then the sea of Afene? Do you believe they're hiding in the fishers village?" he asked.

Arthur frowned contemplatively, and tried to figure out a way to speak to the almost-deaf man without shouting. He nodded. He figured they might be there. OR... He sighed. He moved his hand in a movement like a wave and drew a little boat where he'd been doing the wave, hoping that Louis would understand.

Louis nodded briskly, and looked forward again. They moved towards a small drop off hill, that had bushes and trees covering the entire left side. And he was ponying a horse. This was going to be fun, he thought to himself. He struggled with the stubborn buckskin mare by his side, trying to either draw her closer, or in front, or behind his black stallion. It wasn't working. With some amount of talent and struggling, he switched horses without a boot touching the ground, and made Aaron, his Friesian, walk just behind him. The well-muscled knight cringed as sticks and branches from the bushes scratched his face, like fingers, trying to pull him off. Said branches snagged at his short hair, and he had to sit in a rather uncomfortable frog-like position to pass through the trail.

The other knights and horses all moved slowly down the hill. Arthur himself was nearly thwaped from his horse by a low-hanging branch. He ducked, pressing his face into his horse's neck and waiting until it was past before he sat up. He glanced back to make certain the others were handling it all right.

Louis looked back in time to see Leon angrily waving his arms over his head at a tree branch that had snagged his hair. Louis tried to get the other knights attention, and when he did, he motioned with his hands above his head, in a breaking-twigs sort of motion. Leon caught on, and quickly snapped off the twigs that had tangled in his curly locks. The other knights chuckled softly.

Arthur made a quiet comment about how Leon should invest in a hair cut, but even Morgana had made it down with less trouble than Leon. That simply made it funnier. Soon, they were all at the bottom of the small hill.

Louis quickly switched the horses he rode again, then cantered to catch up with the others. Their path was an old dried out river - a ravine, covered in sticks and old dead once-water-loving plants. Sir Grover struggled to keep his horse from taking off, every sound seeming to spook the tense horse. "Come on! You are not a super horse for a super knight!" he complained in a hushed tone, over-sized nose wrinkling.

"Sir Grover, having trouble?" Morgana asked with a smile as she watched the knight struggle. "Would you like to switch horses?" she questioned. "You'd likely have an easier time with my mount," she smiled as she spoke.

"No thank you, Lady Morgana," Grover replied, his voice strained as he fought with the sorrel mare.

"Pardon?" Louis asked.

Sir Darin leaned close to his ear, and in the loudest whisper he could muster, said, "Grover is having trouble with his horse!"

Morgana laughed quietly and smiled again. "All right." She tapped her heels against her mare's sides and sped the horse up so that she rode beside Arthur. "The BRAVE knights of Camelot..." she teased.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "They have their moments-but when there is a battle to be won, you and I both know there are none better."