Part 8 With Wisdom and Valor

(Authors Note: Ok I should mention something here. If you haven't read any of my other stuff then you don't know of my little quest. This being to find the word that describes each of the knights. Courage for Arthur, Strength for Gwaine, Magic for Merlin, Valor for Lancelot, Wisdom for Bedavier, Loyalty for Leon, and I haven't decided on the rest. I'm thinking about it. I still own nothing. Anyway back to the story. Also I promise the next parts are much longer.)

Bedavier and Lancelot followed the near invisible tracks. They had found them something like ten minutes ago. Following Arthur's orders they had sent Percival back to find him. Bedavier was moving faster than Lancelot and spotted the shape on the ground first. At first he thought it was just a bolder, then it shivered violently dislodging some of the snow that covered it. Him.

"Lancelot!" Bedavier cried. He ran to the shuddering form of Merlin. Lancelot caught up with him in seconds and cursed. Bedavier, remembering the extra cloak he carried, swung it open.

"Here help me get him up." Lancelot lifted Merlin off the forest floor and Bedavier wrapped the cloak around him. His eyes flickered open. His normally bright sapphire blue eyes were glassy and unfocused.