A/N: Another chapter for you. The playlist has been posted on my profile, check it soon! PS: Sorry this one is short, but I needed it, and yes, it makes Leera more Sue. :p

Chapter five: Reunion

After more than three hours riding, the Knights arrived on sight of the Roman estate. Many villagers were out of the walls, farming, plowing, gathering supplies. A small brick house was out of everything, and two men were walling the door.

Leera growled. These people weren't Woads like her, but they still were Britons. And they were treated like slaves.

Galahad put a comforting hand on hers on his waist, and Leera straightened herself. She remembered her role and got down of his horse, taking the reins and driving it to the doors.

Arthur got to it first, looking left and right to where every man, woman and child were working like beasts.

The doors opened, and a small fat Roman got out, all wrapped in his white toga.

Arthur quickly told everyone that they had to pack before the Saxons came, and Leera kept silent, watching around. If her scent wasn't betraying her, there was death around this place.

An elder man was tied to a post, his back ripped apart by whips. Arthur untied him and ordered for the man to be taken care of, while he walked to the brick house.

Dagonet, using his axe, pulled the stones out and opened the door. As soon as he did, a foul scent came out of the place. Leera shuddered. Death was in there.

Arthur, Lancelot, and Dagonet went inside, while Gawain stayed at the door and Galahad, Tristan and Bors watched around, threatening any who would trespass their orders.

Leera stayed in the middle of them, watching carefully as the place seemed to call for her.

Soon, two priests came out of the house, soon followed by Lancelot, while Dagonet came out, a little form clutched to his chest. He rested the child in the snow, tending to him. Arthur followed, a woman, clearly Woad, in his arms.

Leera's heart stopped beating when her green eyes fell on the boy.

She jumped at his side and stroke his hair, looking into his brown eyes, tears falling from her face onto his own.

"Lucan." The name escaped her lips as a pleading, and it took everything she had in her not to say anything else to doom herself. A man came kneeling by her.

"His arm his broken. And his family?"

Dagonet shook his head, but looked at Leera intently.

She looked into his kind face and nodded. He nodded back, understanding she knew the boy, and lifted him in his arms, carrying him towards the landlady.

Marius, the landlord, had had a grave outburst while she was watching over young Lucan, and Arthur had threatened him rather harshly.

Leera walked to the Woad woman, and who she saw made her spine shiver.

"Guinevere?"

Brown eyes locked to her, and she knew she was right. Merlin's daughter had been tortured, and her body was so thin Leera thought she should have died days before.

Leera growled and came to punch one priest in the face. She was about to scratch the hell out of him when two strong arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her back.

When she calmed down and was pushed into a carriage where Lucan had been laid down, she saw it was Tristan.

He shook his head and pointed at her face, threatening to do much worse if she did something like that again.

Leera snorted and turned on her heels before getting into the carriage and next to her cousin.

Soon after, Guinevere was taken in as well as the landlady, and Dagonet started to tend to them, sometimes pointing things he needed at her.

Guinevere didn't say a word when the carriage started moving.

Leera thought they had cut her tongue out.