BE STEADFAST (SIR PERCIVAL)
He looks over the King's shoulder at the enemy. It's all there is for some distance back. This was not what he bargained for when he left his farm to join Arthur's fight. He was just a farmer then but now he is a Knight of Camelot. He wasn't sure this was the path he intended to take but he's on it none the less.
Unlike the others he left the blood red cloak of his status back at camp. The chill of the breeze on his bare arms was refreshing if not a bit chilly.
He saw the little Queen give Merlin a look. Merlin looked as solemn as a dead man. He winced at his choice of words.
He looked down at the King and Queen holding hands and wondered what they were thinking about all this.
He hears the King as his Queen if she is ready and she tells him she is. He is glad she is because he is definitely not. The little Queen is much braver than she seems.
Arthur pulls his sword and it scrapes against the scabbard making him have goose flesh. He wonders if it was intentional.
Arthur and Merlin share a nod. He's seen that before and it was always right before someone dies. He looked to either side and hoped they would all be still standing at the end of this.
He looked back just in time to see the King and Queen kiss. He remembered his parents and his Mary back in the village he was from and wondered what they would think of all this.
The Queen drops the King's hand to pull her sword with a shaking hand. It's good that she is nervous, he thinks, it will make her more cautious.
"FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT"
He repeats the battle cry and adds a roar.
He follows Arthur as he leads the charge. He goes past Arthur deeper into the heart of the enemy forces. He easily defeats the poorly trained men and holds his position as the Saxons come to kill the giant. Fists and sword and brute strength fells one after another.
A woman comes up on him from behind and slices his shoulder. He pulls her around and to the ground before he realizes that she's a woman. The stinging in his shoulder reminds him that he must not hesitate. He slams a fist into her jaw as she tries to stab him again with the short sword she was carrying. Out is better than dead, at least he didn't kill a woman.
He fells three more and then there is no more. He stands there and looks at the gash on his shoulder and frowns. It's not deep but he's sure it will need stitches and a good cleaning. Maybe it's time to rethink the sleeveless chainmail.
He hears a worried Arthur call out to Gwen. They must have gotten separated, he thinks. He jogs back to where he hears the sound comes from. He sees the little Queen run into the King and kiss him like she means it.
The other Knights come up on them. He looks at Merlin who has a big smile on his face. He smiles back.
He feels a hand on his arm and he turns just as Elyan is falling to his knees. He picks up his now unconscious friend and carries him back to camp walking behind the king and queen once again hand in hand.