The explanation for my absence of chapters and the large amount of time between the last update is down the bottom. Enjoy.

Chapter Ten

Galahad glared at Bishop Germanus as he put on a very innocent face. "I do not know what you are talking about." He denied, looking forward from his position on an abnormally fat horse. "I gave her to the guards. It is not me who has lost her."

Gawain put a hand on Galahad's shoulder to restrain whatever murderous sentence ready to be spewed forth from his mouth. "Bishop, if anything has happened to that girl, you will have it on your conscience." He said, before spurring his horse back toward the end of the line of people, a grim look upon his rugged face.

Galahad followed, hazel eyes searching every person they passed for even the tiniest of familiarity. No such luck. "Perhaps she is with Guinevere? Or somewhere amongst these people." He said, gripping the reins a little tighter.

Gawain shook his head. "I do not know, I'm afraid. All we can do is hope that she is safe and that we will eventually find her." His words, although comforting, did not settle the doubt and worry in Galahad's mind.

~ The Legendary ~

Hermione struggled as the rough hands of the Saxon men gripped her by the arms. They were going to bruise, she knew it. She also knew that if Harry or Ron were there… well, they would be gaining an equal amount, if not very many more bruises themselves. Bastards.

"Let me go." She bit out, kicking at the third Saxon to approach her. He grabbed her legs and the three of them carried her over to a smaller group of Saxons – including one she recognised; the bald leader from the ice battle. He was speaking to the Saxon whom she presumed to be the leader, with his extra layers of fur and longer hair. She ceased struggling and settled for glaring, hoping that if she concentrated enough, she might blow their brains out somehow.

"Ah, Arthur sends me a gift." The apparent leader said, coming forward. He grasped her chin tightly and looked her over, ignoring her efforts to pull her face away from his hands.

When he let her go, she spoke in cruel voice. "The Bishop," She spat, "sends you a gift." She glared at him, eyes trained on his every move. He paced before her, observing her.

He smirked. "So this is the witch who helped murder half of my army." He looked intrigued. "A very small woman… yet I am told you can lift men with your mind." He peered at her so oddly that she almost laughed. He was curious.

"I can, would you like to see me do it?" She said, willing her magic to work. He laughed. "I will kill your men if you do not release me." She said strongly. He laughed again and she felt quite affronted. "You think I won't? Hah! You, sir, are an idiot!" She laughed at him and was suddenly struck across the face. She yelped and struggled to clutch her stinging cheek, but she was held tight.

She heard him instruct her captures in their native tongue and she was bound at the hands and a sack was put over her head. Wonderful.

She felt his breath before he spoke. "You have done my son a great shame. And I am glad to oblige him with his request for some time to spend with you."

Author's notes:

I regret to inform you that this story is now up for adoption. This small part of chapter ten is what I managed to write before I was in an unfortunate accident, which has apparently sucked all of the inspiration out of me. I'm sorry I can't continue, it's just that I have lost all drive to continue with this story.

However, I won't stop writing fanfiction, merely just cut down on the amount of chaptered stories I have.