A/N: Decided to update twice a week instead of once. Better that way, isn't it? ;3 Oh, and, I will post the playlist used for this (believe me, it's gorgeous) as a last chapter. As, yes, readers, I've finished this. And it is fifteen chapters long.

Chapter three: Camp

Leera was awfully aware of the fact that she could very well die at any instant. Lancelot seemed to wish nothing more than to thrust his sword in her throat, and the other knights didn't seem in better state.

Once Arthur decided to stop and rest, the whole company stopped on tracks and she saw the scout go to check on the surroundings. It was refreshing not to feel his gaze on her back. She felt freed.

Though Leera wasn't at all frightened to die – it was after all what each man should do one day or another – she still wasn't feeling really comfortable staying alone with seven men. She knew what most of her kin would have done to a lonely bind woman.

But it seemed these men were different.

Arthur came up to the blonde knight's horse and undid the binds that sealed her with him. Then, he carefully took Leera in his arms and settled her back on the ground.

She sighed in pleasure, her backside aching with every movement.

"I hate horses."

The men looked at her strangely, and she decided to keep her tongue.

Arthur took her shoulder and drove her to a log where she sat while the giant gathered wood to make a fire.

Leera snapped her eyes up when she heard a hawk's cry in the sky, and she cursed the gods.

"Hawk. Bad omen."

But soon after, the bird came down, landing safely on the scout's arm, where he gave it a piece of meat. Leera gritted her teeth. The two beings were awfully similar.

The youngest knight came to sit in front of her, looking at her intently.

He pointed at her. "Leema?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Leera."

He nodded, his blue eyes kind as always. "Galahad."

She tried the name on her tongue and smirked. It sounded good. Just as the knight's soul.

He smiled back and sat next to her, while the giant settled the fire and looked into her eyes. "Dagonet" the young one said. The giant's eyes widened, and he came to her. Kneeling before the woman, he grabbed her wrist and saw that her skin was torn, blood oozing from where she had been bind.

He got up and walked to Arthur. "Arthur, she is wounded. Can I unbind her? If she wanted to kill us, she could have tried it many times now."

Leera didn't listen, as she didn't understand a thing. Though she was most surprised when Dagonet went back and kindly took her hands, unbinding them and applying a bandage on each of her wrists. He looked at her tattoos but didn't talk. She nodded to thank him, and he went back to the fire.

The blonde knight came to sit beside Galahad, and handed him a piece of bread. The young one glared at his companion until he handed some food to Leera as well.

She took it and looked at it, silently quizzing the knights.

Galahad smiled. "Bread."

She nodded and tasted. It was good, better than her tribe's wheat bread. More salty. More...Roman.

The blonde one pointed himself. "I'm Gawain." She nodded. He pointed at the bold one. "Bors."

Then he pointed the older dark haired knight with bad manners. Leera lifted a hand. "Lancelot." They all looked up at her, though Arthur didn't seem that surprised she knew his right-handed man's name.

She shrugged. The scout was still staring at her, and she stared back into his black eyes. She discerned some things between curiosity and indifference. That man was a loner.

Just like her.

Leera finished eating and pointed at one of the sleeping bags settled around the fire.

Arthur looked at the scout, who nodded and gave him his own.

Leera guessed he would be the one to take the first shift, as Arthur soon handed her the bedroll.

She thanked him but looked at the other man intently. Why hadn't he given it to her himself?

Galahad claimed her attention by waving his hand before her eyes. She looked into his young face. He pointed at the scout. "Tristan. He's not very social."

Leera ignored the unknown words, and tasted the name. Tristan. It suited him. Though he could have been named after a wild animal. Wild and quiet. Just like a crouching mountain lion. Ready to strike.

She nodded at every knight and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder to thank him, and then settled her sleeping roll close to the horses, faking sleep as she could easily do.

Though exhausted, she wanted to wake up when every other would be asleep, and wonder through the camp. She really wanted to see what those men were travelling with, other than four-legged uncomfortable beasts.

But when she opened her eyes and silently sat up, the first thing Leera saw was that Tristan had sat just across of her, and that he was eyeing her carefully, an apple slice in his hand.

They stared at each other for a long moment, each one measuring the other, until Leera got up as silently as she could, looking just like an animal ready to strike its prey.

The scout didn't move his eyes from her, but she saw his hand as his sword's hilt.

She smirked. He wouldn't have the time to reach her if she could run to the trees.

He seemed to understand her and pointed at his strangely shaped bow, at his feet.

She understood. With or without a sword, the man could kill her in the time of a blink.

Leera walked as slowly as possible to the man, and settled herself at his side, though still at a safety distance.

He wasn't looking at her anymore, but he still was on guard, and she sighed heavily before turning on her spot and taking him in.

The chill of the night didn't affect her bare skin, but it surely did the man. Under his heavy leather armour, he was wearing a grey shirt. His leather trousers would be knocking in a hot summer's day, and his long hair wouldn't help either.

Tristan looked into her eyes as she was looking at him up and down, and then he slowly started to do the same.

When his eyes locked on her hands and their strange tattoos, Leera smirked in the dark.

He looked up, the fire behind them sending scary shadows on his face.

But Leera wasn't impressed. Besides, she liked to stare at him. He really was an agreeable sight.

Tristan swallowed his apple slice and drove his hand to hers, lifting it to his face and looking carefully at the shapes on her fingers.

Leera slowly got out of his grip without startling him, and looked at him, trying to make him understand she would explain.

He got it.

How strange it was that she could easily speak with that man just by using her eyes.

She smiled and drove her hands up, faking a bow in her grasp, pulling an invisible string and releasing it.

When she looked back into the scout's eyes, he nodded.

Behind them, Galahad stirred and woke up. Tristan sighed and got up, leaving Leera on her log. This time she strangely felt cold.

The young knight came taking his post while the older one went to sleep at his place.

The young woman got up and went back to her own sleep.

She could still feel dark eyes burning holes in her back.