Chapter 8
A/N: thank you – for your review, I am glad that you like it, yeah I do know that Merenwen is an elvish name.
Here is chapter 8, I hope that you enjoyed it.
The next morning as I woke up, I was about to leap with joy at the thought that I could finally go back to Sarmatia. However just before I got the chance, reality just had to show its ugly head and I remembered that the BISHOP had thought that a roman family was more important then us. Then again he had called us pagans, so it would only be natural that we would be considered to be worthless in his eyes.
I slowly groaning got out of bed and got dressed as I headed down to the stalls were I knew that everyone would be waiting, as I walked into the stables, the first thing which caught my eye was Gawain sitting there sharpening his axes, as I saw his triceps flex, I found my self momentarily in a trance and paralyzed, that was until a horse nearly trampled me over, I looked up ready to bark at what ever idiotic Roman thought that he could just run me down, but before I could say anything I realized it Galahad. I looked at him and glared at him.
Just as I was about to walk forward to the rest of the group, I saw Arthur walk by me and walked to the group, I quickly moved forward to catch up with him. As we were walking we were being constantly circled by Galahad, as if he were insnaring his prey, Arthur did not really pay much attention to him, but I on the other hand could not help but think if he was really going to strike, even though deep down inside I knew that he was too gentle to strike at his own commander, and kinfolk.
When we reached the rest of the group who were all very concentrated on cleaning their weapons, I felt a pair of eyes on me, and as I looked up I was met with the intense blue eyes of Gawain, the intensity of the stare caught me in a trance, it was like he was trying to drill a hole through me and into my very soul. His gaze lingered for an instant and then adverted. Not a minute passed after that and the Bishop along with his servant. The bishop imidietly gave us looks which said: 'You do not have the right to even be alive'.
I guess that you could say because of this we did not give him a warm welcome, Dagonet was the first to start it, he came from behind and as passing shoulder budded the bishop. After that it was Bors turn to stand up and by using his height and width to intimidate the bishop.
"As a representative of the whole church my trusted assistant Horten will accompany you on your quest" The bishop said. Looking over his shoulder he called out "HORTUN!" and as obediently as he was Hortun came forth to stand next to his beloved master.
I looked to Arthur to see if he was really going to let this pathetic Roman join us on this quest, and to my surprise he did "Jolls find this man a horse" in front of me a heard a sharp blade find it's home in one of the benches of wood. I looked up and saw Gawain giving Arthur an annoyed look.
