A bush. That's where he had been led to. After he and Arthur had split up to find who had been spying on them, he found a set of fresh footprints. Following them led him to a series of bushes of many different sizes. After some time of tracking the footprints that cleverly led him in a couple circles, he had managed to find the exact bush that the spy had run to hide into.

As he stood in front of the bush with his sword still drawn and ready he could faintly hear the sound of soft frightened whimpering coming from inside it.

Slowly and cautiously he bent down until he was completely lying on the ground so that he may get a better look at what was hiding inside the bush.

It was a lost and scared little boy. Noticing Lancelot had discovered his hiding place he slowly began to back up away from him almost like a small animal that had been cornered by a larger and dangerous predator.

An overwhelming sense of pity suddenly came over Lancelot as he stared at the boy.

The boy couldn't have been no more than the age of five and had short brown hair that stuck up in several places, more than likely from running through bushes, his skin though covered in dirt and cuts was a very light color from what he could tell, and his brown eyes were red, probably from crying, and open wide in panic.

Looking at the boy Lancelot couldn't help but briefly remember when he had been around his age and had found himself lost and scared in the woods far from home as well.

It had been right after his parents were brutually slaughtered along with the rest of the villagers after the raiders had come and attack the village.

He alone had escaped by fleeing to the woods and hiding until it was safe to come out.

For a moment he wondered if that was what had happened to this little boy too. Was it possible he had suffered from something exactly like what he had suffered through many years ago?

"Please...don't hurt me..." The little boy pleaded his voice filled with fear.

That was when Lancelot remembered he still had his sword out of it's scabbard and pointing threateningly into the bush. Quickly Lancelot slipped it back into the scabbard that hung from his belt.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Lancelot told him keeping his voice sounding soft and gentle so not to frighten the boy any further.

Slowly he began making his way over closer to him to which the boy responded by retreating further back into the bush until he found he could go no further feeling his back pinned up against a tree that stood directly behind the bush.

He's lying. I know he's lying. He means to hurt me. Why can't he just leave me alone? What did I ever do to him?

"Lancelot!" Lancelot could hear Arthur yelling his name making him realize he had forgotten about their plan to circle around, flush out, and trap the spy but that had been before he realized that the spy was no more than a terrified little boy.

"Over here!" Lancelot called without taking his eyes off the boy fearing that if he did the boy would run.

He could hear quick footsteps running towards him and Arthur's voice asking "What are you doing?"

"I found the intruder." Lancelot told him softly without turning to face him.

Deciding he wanted to get a better look for himself Arthur walked over beside Lancelot and got down on the ground just as he did looking into the bush.

Realizing it was only a little boy Arthur couldn't help but blink twice in surprise.

Seeing Arthur there too the little boy whimpered again. Why are they here? What do they want with me?

"Do not be afraid. I am Sir Lancelot and this is my friend King Arthur of Camelot. We only want to help you I promise." Lancelot spoke again softly to reassure him.

"That's what those men said and they lied! Just like you're lying now!" The little boy yelled at them as he began scooping up dirt in his hands and throw it into the knights' faces. He had decided if he couldn't flee he would fight.

Lancelot immediately covered his face with his arms to prevent any dirt from getting into his eyes while Arthur, scrunching up his eyes, ignored all the dirt constantly being thrown at him as he reached his arms as far back into the bush as he could and firmly grabbed the kid's wrists stopping him from throwing anymore dirt at them.

"Listen to me, we're not going to hurt you. We're only here to help you, understand?" Arthur told him in a soft but stern whisper.

The boy didn't respond but instead looked down at the ground as if ashamed for a moment before he eventually broke down. He closed his eyes tightly shut and let the tears he had been holding back for so long come falling down his cheeks like pouring rain.

Feeling sorry for the boy, Arthur let go of the boy's wrists and backed up a couple of paces away from the bush with Lancelot. "Come here." he told him.

The boy looked back up at Arthur sniffling and using one of slightly torn sleeves of his shirt to wipe away the rest of his tears. Slowly he crawled out in front of the bush.

Lancelot and Arthur both sat up in a more comfortable position exchanging a quick glance with one another seeming to share the same pity for the boy.

Opening up his arms a little Arthur let the boy come sit in his lap and gently put his arms around him in a hug.

Maybe they aren't lying. Maybe they really don't mean to hurt me...if they did they would've surely done it by now right?

"There. Isn't that better?" Arthur asked him.

The little boy nodded. He liked hugs after all and even though he had just met these men he was already beginning to feel safe with them.

"What's your name?' Lancelot asked him.

"Richard."