A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is obviously a filler, but it had to be done, and you'll be rewarded on Wednesday... ^^
Chapter twelve: Ploting
Leera walked back to where the Knights had been moments before.
She clearly saw Bors fiercely kissing the red-head woman, before he turned around to support Dagonet, who had finally woken up.
Lucan bolted at her side and pulled her towards the grid, on the other side of which the bishop Germanus was coming to greet the men.
She smirked slightly when Tristan joined them, stealing a glare in her direction. She bowed her head.
Lucan pulled on her sleeve and she parted herself from the vision of the Sarmatians finally being granted their freedom. "Hey, Guin told me you could stay with us tonight."
She smiled and nodded, before casting her eyes up and seeing Gawain bow to take three rolls of paper that had been thrown to the ground. Bors was still supporting Dagonet and was walking away, Lancelot had been storming off, and Tristan looked slightly interested into the Roman's paper box.
The grids finally opened, and Lucan pulled onto Leera's hand once again, trying to follow Dagonet. Once they were secured under the building's roof, she stopped him and knelt in front of him. "Luc, I'm supposed to be a man, I can't follow you everywhere. Go, find Dag and tell him I'm glad he's awake. I need to find something useful to do."
He nodded. "Alright, I'll see you later, then!" And he planted a kiss on her cheek before running away.
Leera sighed and was about to walk back outside when Guinevere came to stand by her. "I need to speak to you. In private."
Leera nodded and followed her friend towards an empty room which was obviously used as a nursery. "What about?"
"My father dismissed you, you said?"
"Aye, he did. And I refused to do so."
"Why did you?"
"I told you before, Guin. I can't leave these people, I can't leave Lucan! They are Britons, just like us, even if they don't speak the same language. My aunt herself married one, he must have been a good man!"
Guinevere's chocolate eyes seemed to glint in the darkness. "Nothing else, you're sure?"
Leera sighed. "I know your theory. And you're not totally wrong. I like them. They have been more friendly to me than most of my or your tribe."
"What about the scout?"
Leera turned around to hide to faint blush she could feel climbing her cheeks. "Tristan is a friend as well. I don't want any of my friends to get killed by a Saxon's hand."
Guinevere chuckled. "Right, a friend. Well, Leera, I am glad I now know. I have to meet with Arthur in a few moments. Some...tactical things to discuss. You should go and find your friend, you too have some things to see done within the soldier's ranks."
The archer nodded and stormed off before Guinevere could embarrass her even more.
What bothered her even more was that even since she had been dismissed by Merlin, she knew she had come back for Lucan and Tristan. Had they not been there, she would have gone back to her tribe and fellow men, who would have tried to have her as they did before she left.
She cursed under her breath and went back into the court, searching for the plaited-haired Knight.
Galahad soon found her wandering in the streets and stopped her on tracks.
"Hey, you shouldn't be here! Arthur asked for everyone to meet him in the Great Hall in a dozen! Come!"
She sighed and nodded, following him back inside.
She followed the youngest Knight along corridors and crosses, until they reached a great wooden and golden door, which he pushed open.
Each and every Knight was already there, as well as Jols and Ganis. Guinevere and Arthur were, as for now, nowhere to be seen.
Leera smirked and thought it highly inappropriate, that Guin should tease her about Tristan when she herself was obviously head over heels for the half-Briton.
She took a seat beside Jols, feeling that she had no right so sit beside any Knight. Dagonet smiled at her from across the round table, and she happily answered.
Finally Arthur and Guinevere entered the room, one looking grave, the other having a mischievous smile plastered on her face. She winked at Leera and took a seat next to Arthur, who stayed up.
"My brothers-in-arms, my friends, ladies, I had to gather you here and now because the hour is at its darkest. We have to plan an attack against the Saxons. Now, I know that each and every of you is free since recently, and I feel horrible to ask help from you, but those who will stay to fight are in desperate need of directions."
Leera looked around and saw that apart from Lancelot, each Knight seemed to accept the task.
"Guinevere and I have formed an alliance with the Woads, as you well know, and she has agreed to go and take part to the battle as an archer, and has as well concocted a plan to mistreat any Saxon who would come onto these lands." He looked over at Leera. "Leera, I need you. How can you use our bowmen?"
She smirked. "They'll be more than useful on the walls, hidden from sight by smoke. But, of course, it'll be useless to shoot outside of the walls. They will take any who comes across from the back. And I with them."
Arthur nodded. "Aye. Unfortunately, no one apart from those in here, and Vanora and Lucan, know of you. Which means you'll have to deal with-"
"I'll deal with anything I'll have to deal with, Arthur Castus. If they are more comfortable with me wearing a tunic, I will wear it."
He nodded again. "Then you shall go with Galahad to see that they are ready." He turned to Jols. "I know you want to stay and fight, but I need you, as well as Bors and Dag, to make sure everyone is ready to part as soon as possible. Every woman and child has to be secured when the fight begins, and each man who wishes to part has to be armed in case." The lad nodded, and Arthur looked over at Gawain and Tristan. "You supervise any man who wishes to fight with a sword in their hand. Take Ganis with you, he'll be their captain."
Ganis smiled widely and Leera couldn't feel anything but soreness at the thought of a man so young willing to die.
"Thank you all for your part in this. I will see you shortly." And with those words, Guinevere, Lancelot and him left the room again.
Galahad was at Leera's side in the time of a blink. "Well, woman, ready to kick some man's ass?"
She smirked. "Yours will do, Gal."
Gawain burst into laugh before he left with Tristan and Ganis, and she could clearly see the scout's hidden smile before he left her sight.
"Let's go, Galahad, I long to see my men."
He nodded, smiled a little, and walked out of the door towards the walls.