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Chapter four: Decoy

A hand shook Leera out of sleep way before the sun began to rise. On instinct, she whirled away from the hand and searched for her dagger which, she soon recalled, had been taken away by the Knights.

As she looked up, she saw that it had been Galahad to wake her up, and he was looking at her strangely, as if he was concerned for her.

Leera got up and smoothed her leather pants, though they didn't need it, and nodded to the young knight a thank you.

Arthur and Tristan soon came walking to her.

The Roman pointed at her and her clothes, signifying they weren't appropriate. Leera nodded and made a gesture to explain she wanted to know where they were going.

Arthur took Excalibur by the hilt and drew something in the dusty ground. Leera watched as he drew Hadrian's wall, and then further north, a little village rounded by walls as well. She nodded. She knew that Roman estate. And, as she also was aware Saxons were approaching, she could only guess their mission was to save their kind.

Arthur looked at her once again and then nodded to Tristan. "Bring the clothes."

She tilted her head as the scout came back with a man's tunic, a leather belt and boots. She smirked and shook her head amusedly.

"And they say we are barbarians."

Arthur watched her closely as Leera put on the tunic and the boots. But she didn't know how and where to put the belt. Tristan sighed and wrapped it around her waist, adjusting it to hide her woman curves.

Leera watched the man closely as he was doing that. Her skin burned at the sight of him so close, but she hid it well.

She understood she had to pretend to be a man. A lad or something. Not a woman, and certainly not a Woad.

Arthur gave her gloves to hide her tattoos on her hands.

Leera looked at him intently, and pointed at a dagger he wore at his belt.

He nodded and gave it to her.

She lifted her hand swiftly and cut her plait as close as she could to her skull. Hair fell at her feet, and she looked at it, feeling strangely lonely.

Tristan took her arm and drove her to Gawain's horse, but Leera shook her head and came before Galahad.

The young knight looked at her, eyebrows lifted, and then nodded. She climbed behind him and wrapped her arms carefully around his waist, ready to go.

Behind her, she heard Bors laugh. "Well, it seems the little lady already chose who she likes best, eh?"

She turned her head, trying to understand what had been said. Lancelot snorted close to her. "Nonsense. She just knows who's the easiest to kill when she wants to escape."

Galahad squeezed her hands and shot her a glance over his shoulder. "Ready?"

She didn't understand the word but nodded.

He kicked his horse's side, and they were gone on the road. Leera kept this new word in her memory. Ready. It must have been a way to know whether or not she was prepared to go.

Once on the road, Arthur made his horse turn and face Galahad's, so that Leera saw him square. He lifted a hand and mimicked a severed tongue. She understood. She had to pretend to be mute.

She lifted a hand and pointed at all the horse, gesturing as if she was brushing them.

Arthur nodded and smiled a little.

She was going to play the part well.

Such a shame she couldn't ride.