Luthien's POV –
I had decided that I had had enough of the wagon and stepped out to walk next to the caravan, as we made our way through the frozen valley.
As we moved on I could hear hoof beats coming up close behind me, and I looked up in time to see Dagonet riding up on his horse.
"Why did you do that?" he asked as he brought the horse down to a walk beside me.
"Why did I do what?" I asked in return. I was not quite sure whether I was stalling or if I truly did not know what he was talking about.
"Why did you attack the Romans the way that you did, and why did you shield me?" he inquired. If he knew that I knew what he was talking about, he was not showing it.
"No one who places the needs of others before his own deserves to die," I told him as I looked into his eyes. He seemed to be content with the answer and looked straight ahead, until he came up with something else to say.
"How is your side?" he asked as he shifted his gaze to my stomach.
"It is better, it only hurts when I touch it," I told him as I offered him a small smile.
Behind us I could hear the faint sound of hoof beats coming closer and closer, and before long Merenwen rode up beside us.
"There is a problem up ahead; Arthur asked for us to meet him by the lake," she said. I saw Dag nod in understanding and at once the two of them had urged their horses into a fast gallop and moved by the caravan, dodging people as they rode.