And I keep my promise, the more feedback the faster I write lol. However, my second story Moment in the life appears to go further ahead in this lol. Almost as popular as this one. However, the stories are quite different. But, I hope you like this chapter.
They were released from the lake shore. Although the journey was bent with a small amount of water and food, no one would have liked to approach the lake. It was perhaps even more forbidden than the castle. Eventually, thirst, and the opportunity to wash win the alarming instinct. Percival carried water to others who were no longer could, or been able to move. Arthur helped Heather to drink.
"Old age starts to finally bring victory over me." She smiled sadly and looked at the guards. "I'm sure that before we continue the journey, they are doing pruning us. All the weak and valueless are worthless to them. They kill them and the rest they transported to the coast."
"What you think, how much of time we have?" Arthur asked, grinding his teeth. He felt nausea. Travel in the heat in tucked cramped wagon was also taken its toll of him. The only one who seemed to be in shape was Percival.
Lancelot came to them. "I spoke with others, all of them are ready when the moment comes. What do you think? When it is best to do?"
Arthur looked around, watched the guards and made a quick assessment of the situation.
"There are lot of them. How many are eligible for the battle? I mean really."
Lancelot shook his head. "Not very many. But look. We may receive additional reinforcements. They bring more prisoners from the castle."
They looked at how a small group of prisoners were transported toward the lakeside.
"Arthur, I'm sure that they are in alert for us. They know that we want to escape." Heather reminded him. Arthur he wondered. They had very little chance, if at all. But they would have to try. Arthur looked at Lancelot and he nodded. Also Percival nodded. They all knew what they would be facing. This was an organized gang.
"I know. I think we'd better wait for the evening and gather our strengths. We need to find their weak spot. And maybe someone on the new ones knew about this area better than us. I do not want to walk around here blindly when I escape."
Heather watched the arrivals and stood up. "One appears to be injured."
Arthur also stood up and looked at in more closely. One of the men helped wan and thin youngster to go forward. Long dark hair hanged over the face, but one thing stuck out more than anything else. His ears. Arthur felt as if the entire world would suddenly arrested breathing. He not heard or seen anything else than those ridiculous ears. His hand groped support at Lancelot. And he felt how Lancelot's hand squashed hard his shoulder in response to a silent question. Of all the possible options, Arthur was not expecting this. And when the young man lifted his gaze and his blue eyes flashed up, Arthur felt the sheer of joy washing over him. One step forward. Second hesitant step. But then his steps got more power. The man beside the boy looked daze how Arthur rushed to meet them, clutched the young man's shoulders and looked at this as if he had seen someone who had returned back from the dead.
"Merlin? Merlin, gods, it's you. It really is you. I found you. I really found you. Lancelot, it's him. It really is Merlin."
The boy's empty blue eyes wandered over Arthur and he asked.
"Who are you?"