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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,977 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:37 am
Lucius


Lucius felt still cold and tired but of course he accepted his
fate and duties - and watched what hapened outside the thick
walls of the fort: nothing. He did not question the decision
to have more guards than usually used for such a safe
fortress, not after what had happened wih the Woads and their
attack but he could not fight the feeling that this was
certainly a waste of time. Time in which he could have found
some sleep or something to eat or at least something dry to
wear. He was still unexperienced when it came to battles and
war strategies but he was no young puppy anymore who did not
know how the world worked. And it never worked like this:
never ever would the Woads return immediatly after a defeat
because nobody would. It had nothing to do with knowing the
Woads or being a proper soldier but it was all about adding
two and two together. It was like... business trials. He had
joined his father often enough to see how people reacted when
they did not got what they wanted to get. Retreating and
returning after quite some time, never immediatly. Probably he
was completely wrong but he had the feeling that he was not
and with this the impression returned that he was wasting time
here.

Barbattus
 
"How're faring, soldier?"


Eyes focused on the horizon Lucius sighed when someone
addressed him. He stood immediatly when he recognised his
superior officer. The last thing he needed was to get any
additional duties. "Very well, Sir" Lucius answered although
it was obvious that he did not look all to happy about the
situation but knowing it was part of his chosen life Lucius
would never complain. He also heard the sarcasm in Barbattus'
voice: something he certainly did not like at all. But he
still felt like explaining himself, that he had not been
lurking and doing nothing at the stables. A petulant I was not
lurking! would not be helpful though Lucius decided when he
eyed Barbattus. Surely this was nothing the man wanted to
hear. So he added "All is silent and peaceful out there - of
course." instead.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:51 am
Linnette and Linnesse


Bors
 
"Ya know, I remember the day you and young Gedeon got
married. He came to me asking what he should do on your
wedding night."


What? The shock of what Bors had just said pulled Linnette
momentarily out of her crying, and she lifted her head from
Linnesse's shoulder and blinked up at Bors with wide, puzzled,
though still tear-filled eyes, trying to figure out if he had
really just said what she thought he had just said. He came to
me asking what he should do on your wedding night?

No...the very idea! Amazingly, Linnette found herself
laughing, laughing and smiling even as a sob came up at the
same time. She shook her head as she did so, denying Bors'
outrageous statement. A joke, surely...nothing but a joke.

"He had no need to ask." Linnette leaned over and whispered
those words in Linnesse's ear, shaking her head and giggling
and crying all at once. Linnesse responded in kind, smiling
and laughing around her sad expression as they shared their
girlish moment of innuendo- but then, suddenly, Linnesse
yawned hugely, and Linnette noticed that her sister's eyelids
were drooping, her posture becoming more slumped as they sat
there.

"You need some rest, sister." Linnette murmurred those words
softly, then spoke a little louder, to Derfel, as she stood up
from the bed.

"She was very ill while you were gone- she almost died." That
word caught in her throat with another sob, and she shot a
very, very, grateful look down at Linnesse. What would she
have done if her sister had died, too? It was unthinkable!

"Linnesse, that isn't your cloak...I'll go get it for you.
Then..." Linnette paused a moment, suddenly bereft of words.
Linnesse and Derfel would want to go to their room, of course,
for rest and a more private reunion- and what would she do?
Her own room, where she and Gedeon would have repaired to had
he returned, seemed so impossibly far away it might as well
have been in Egypt. What with spending most of her time in the
infirmary, caring for Linnesse, she hadn't even set foot in
her quarters in days- the last time, she thought, had been
when she had gotten dressed for dinner with Amadeus. And
now...well, there was no reason to go there at all. No reason
to be here, either. No reason to be anywhere, really.
Purposeless.

"...then I think I'll go pray," she finally concluded in a
soft voice. Yes- the chapel might, just possibly, bring some
comfort now. And Gedeon deserved to have as many prayers said
for his soul as she could say- it seemed to be the only thing
left that she could do for him now.
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Author: Darya
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:31 am
Darya


Once the Commander’s tunic was off and his tunic could be
seen, the dark Sarmatian had a hard time suppressing her shock
at the sight of it. The mere idea of how much pain this must
cause Arthur let goosebumps rise on the woman’s pale skin.
“Gods, Arthur...”, she whispered barely audibly and forced
herself to avert her gaze from all the blood and to focus on
what she was doing with the small cloth in her hand instead...

Lancelot
 
"I'm going to call for a healer, and then we're going to
clean this up."


Darya nodded at Lancelot’s words and hoped that Arthur would
notice it... She knew the Roman was not happy with his
situation...and with the fact that he could not really argue
about it or against what his First Knight and she wanted to
do: get a healer. Now. With her dark gaze still lingering
intently on Arthur, the female Sarmatian continued to gently
dab the small cloth over her lover’s brow. If only there would
be more that she could do for him...but she was no
healer...and would probably only make things worse should she
attempt to do something regarding his injury...

Lancelot
 
"Get him some water... please."


The dark-haired blinked when she suddenly felt a hand on her
arm… She briefly stopped dabbing Arthur’s brow and looked up
at Lancelot…meeting his dark gaze with her own as she did so.
“Sure…”, Darya then replied but noticed their Commander
shaking his head at their idea of making him drink something.
She stood from the bed and put the bowl and the cloth aside.
“Arthur, please…you must drink something…”, she said and
gently brushed a strand of hair out of the Roman’s face before
leaving his side to pour some fresh water into a mug while
Lancelot made his way to the door…

Lancelot
 
"You. Boy. Go get Neeve from the infirmary, if that's
where she is. If not, find her. Commander Castus needs
help, now."


And please let her get here soon, the Sarmatian added in
thought and cast a grateful glance at Lancelot when her
kinsman shut the door again and returned to their wounded
Commander. She carried the mug of water over to the bed and
carefully sat down on its edge, offering the fresh fluid to
Arthur. “Please...”, she addressed the Roman quietly, her dark
eyes pleading him to do as asked. It could only do good to
him. Darya was sure of that...

Then dark eyes met green ones when Arthur more or less ordered
Lancelot to see a healer, too. And it did not take words for
her to understand what he wanted her to do: make sure that the
First Knight would get seen to. Darya gave her lover a wry
smile and a slight nod in response.

Lancelot
 
"Darya… Is there any alcohol here?"


Arthur
 
“I need you sober, Lancelot,”


...with that, her dark gaze snapped up at Lancelot...and she
pondered his words. “Wine...”, the dark-haired said after a
moment, “...there should be some wine...” Again, the woman
stood from the bed and looked down at Arthur again...just to
see him in such obvious agony that she thought to feel some of
his pain herself. She swallowed roughly and then walked over
to the Commander’s desk, where she indeed found an almost full
bottle of red wine in one of the drawers. “Not exactly the
drink with the most alcohol in it...”, Darya murmured as she
returned and offered the bottle to Lancelot. Other than
Arthur, she was pretty sure she knew what the knight had in
mind...and she truly hoped he knew what he was doing...
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 10:03 am
Mirtha


Tristan
 
"Aye- a horse."


Straightforwardness... Mirtha liked that about people. He was
the same. No time for being polite or speak about things not
importanat. Right down to buisness was the best thing to do...
always.

He rised an eyebrow at the knight and looked into his eyes as
he spoke further.

Tristan
 
"I lost mine in the battle, What's available?"


Mirtha nodded his head in understanding. He noticed Ione
approaching also and greeting the knight. Mirtha never spoke
to the scout but knew his reputation of gruff and not
easy-going hard man. A Sarmatian without a horse now....
Well... surely they could do something about it. Mirtha looked
around the stables... it was quiet a mess right now in truth.
Everybody's had full hands of work now around.

Ione
 
"Tristan...I am sorry to hear that..."


While Ione spoke to him Mirtha walked towards the Sarmatian
and crossed arms over his chest. What was available? Few
horses returned without their masters today.... They were
situated in separate section of the stables.. the last stalls
in the far right, just at the end of the building. He pointed
to the place and walked over there.

"There... These have no riders...." He pointed to the first
one of them... somebody told him ealrier it was a horse of a
fallen knight or something, but Mirtha did not know the
details. "Maybe this one?" he suggested.
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Author: Darya
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:37 am
Neeve


Oh, Neeve did notice Saoirse’s not too happy glance into her
direction but she could not care less. She did not know the
redhead...not really at least...but she did know Dagonet and
there was not much that could keep her from doing her best to
tend to the Sarmatian’s wounds... She swiftly cut the drapery
of the knight’s tunic and carefully peeled it off the man’s
body...

Derfel
 
“Bors did the best he could last night,”


Dagonet
 
"New wounds, over the old ones..."


“Bors?”, the Briton replied with a hint of surprise in her
voice and she cast a glance at the burly knight. Well, perhaps
he had discovered a few new talents in the last years... But
then her attention was back on her task at hand. She nodded at
Dagonet’s words and than allowed herself to shut out everyone
else around her as her hands carefully examined the knight’s
injuries... The stitching was not perfect...but it was not bad
either. If Dagonet would not move too much, they should do and
she would not have to re-stitch everything... However, the
wound would have to be cleaned properly...and a herbal paste
to prevent the skin and flesh from getting infected should be
applied, too... Neeve saw no reason to cause her old friend
more pain than he was already suffering by sew something up
when that was not really necessary.

Pensively, the healer nodded to herself as she checked things
over again...making sure that she had not forgotten anything.
Yet the emotional agony due to the loss of his son was
probably worse than anything else for Dagonet... Sighing, the
Briton unconsciously gently patted the Sarmatian’s shoulder...

Linnette
 
"...then I think I'll go pray,"


...that was the first thing the healer heard again as she was
finished with her first examination of Dagonet’s wounds. Pray.
Of course...Linnette was a Christian after all, was she not?
Neeve’s brows knit when her blue gaze lingered on Linnesse for
a moment. The blonde should get back to bed...soon. Very soon.
The woman licked her lips and pondered how to best tell that
to her patient...

...when the door to the infirmary was opened and a gush of
cold air hit the small group. Neeve’s head whipped around and
she almost glared at the door...or rather the boy standing in
the threshold “Close the door if you please...”, she called
out to the lad, knowing that the cold would do no good to any
of the person in the infirmary...especially Linnesse and
Dagonet. The boy stared at the healer...but did as told after
a moment of hesitation. Then he approached her and Neeve could
not help but arch an eyebrow at him. What now? “Are you a
healer?”, he asked. “Well, yes...”, she replied, still eyeing
the young one suspiciously. “I need to find a healer called
Neeve...d...” “You have found her...”, the raven-haired cut
off the boy’s words as she grew a bit impatient. She did not
like other people searching for her... The page blinked
confusedly but then found his voice again. “The First Knight
sends me... Commander Castus is requesting your immediate
presence...”, he finally stated and bit his lower lip. The
words 'Castus' and 'immediate' let every suspicion vanish from
Neeve’s crystal-blue eyes...and she was all alarmed instead.
“Did he tell you why?” “No, Ma’am...but it seems to be
urgent...”

The healer nodded at the boy. She knew Arthur well enough to
sense that he would not send for her for no reason. And there
it was again...this bad feeling she had had in the courtyard
already. She had to go. Now. Blue eyes scanned the infirmary.
Where was Alina? Isolde had disappeared...probably busy
tending to injured soldiers already. And Linnesse was a
patient herself. Gods, she could not just leave Dagonet now,
could she?

Saoirse.

The redhead knew a few basics, did she not? Well, they would
find out now. “You...”, Neeve addressed the page again, “go to
the storeroom and fetch me a large bowl, bandages, clean
clothes, a needle, thread and any herbs you can carry...go...”
The boy nodded and hurried away. Yes, Neeve was aware of there
being a lack of herbs in the infirmary already...but by the
Gods, she would take it all if the Commander himself needed
help. There was hardly anything she would not do for that man.
Anyway...back to her little dilemma...

“Saoirse...”, she addressed Dagonet’s lover, “...I need to
go...but I would ask you to use the salve I have given to you
the last on Dag’s wounds. Clean the area around the
stitches...then apply the salve to it. Then light bandages.
The stitching is fine and as so long as Dag does not move
much, they should do...” The Briton looked at the small group
of people around her. Would they understand that she had to
leave? And did she care anyway? For her, Arthur was above
everything and everyone. It had always been that way...
“Derfel, perhaps you can make sure that Linnesse gets back to
bed soon...”, the raven-haired then said to the Saxon, “...and
she needs to drink...a lot...” Neeve knew she had no real
right to ‘order’ everyone around...but she had no other
choice, had she? “If there is an emergency, ask one of the
nuns...”, she finished to no one in particular as the page
showed up at her side with a huge bowl filled with lots of
things... Hopefully all I need...even though I would rather I
would have no need for anything..., she thought and the frown
on her brow deepened. “I...I will be back...”, the healer
finally said...her voice almost apologizing, “...hang in there
Dag, okay?” She gave everyone a wry smile and then followed
the boy out of the infirmary...

“Lead the way...”, she told him and they quickly hurried
through the drizzle and the wind, heading directly for the
building that held the knights’ rooms...and the Commander’s.
Neeve felt that she was tensed all over. She had treated them
all before...the knights and Arthur. Yet the thought of the
Roman being injured...seriously injured, made her feel sick.
To her, he was immortal...even though her usually rational
mind knew that he, too, could die....just like everyone
else... Shaking her head to herself, the healer and her
company arrived at the door to the Commander’s quarters...

Clenching her teeth and straightening her back, Neeve knocked
at the door...
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Author: Kay
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:51 am
Guinevere


Guinevere smiled broadly when her father approved of her
disguise and was pleased that Juna had not recognised her as
Merlin's daughter when she first approached the pair.

Merlin
 
"Still, daughter, I trust you will take the utmost care
in the fort, will you not . There are many who might
recognize you- and no disguise is perfect."


"I will be careful, Father" Guinevere replied, her expression
changing from delight to serious. "I know that I can be of no
help to Neeria if I allow myself to become a captive as well"

The dark Woad fiddled with the cloth around her head, making
sure that as much of her face as possible was hidden.

"Father" she said, suddenly. "Have you had your wound attended
to yet?"
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 12:46 pm
Derfel


Derfel swallowed roughly while Dagonet attempted to explain
the events of Gedeon’s loss to Linnette. Selfishly, the young
knight was thankful Dagonet was able to do it lest Derfel
would be forced to look Linnette in the eye and tell her
himself. But he would have done it if need be. Then out of the
corner of his eye, Derfel saw Bors and Vanora come to join
them.

Bors
 
"Ya know, I remember the day you and young Gedeon got
married. He came to me asking what he should do on your
wedding night."


Derfel’s eyes widened at the older man for a moment as he
feared Linnette would not react too kindly to his words. Oh
Bors was attempting a fine thing…to lighten the sorrowful
atmosphere that seemed to shroud them all, but was Linnette
ready? Yet after what seemed to be the longest time Derfel had
ever held his breath, Linnette released an odd laugh through
her tears. She was perhaps even more courageous than Derfel
had originally suspected. And after a moment, she stood up
from the bed and did indeed speak directly to Derfel now….

Linnette
 
"She was very ill while you were gone- she almost died."


Derfel’s mouth dropped open in surprise and immediately turned
to Linnesse. He’d been gently resting his arm around her
shoulders as she sat with Linnette on the cot, but now Derfel
tilted down closer to his lover with an alarmed expression. He
lifted a finger to gently brush over her pale cheek as
Linnette continued.

Linnette
 
"Linnesse, that isn't your cloak...I'll go get it for
you. Then......then I think I'll go pray,"


“Luv, what happened while I was away?” Derfel quietly asked as
he offered a loving smile down into Linnesse’s beautiful blue
eyes. She looked so tired and so frail that it nearly ripped
Derfel’s heart apart.

One of the little page boys had approached Neeve in the mean
time and gave a message that their Commander had urgent need
of her. Derfel heard the alarm in the boy’s voice and heard
Neeve’s reply. Arthur’s wound must be worse….the wound given
to him by Aelle…..Derfel’s own father. Gods…there was much he
needed to tell Linnesse…and what about Linnette? He couldn’t
just let Gedeon’s wife go off on her own to the
chapel….Derfel’s head began to swim with all that had
transpired and was still happening around him.

Neeve
 
“Derfel, perhaps you can make sure that Linnesse gets
back to bed soon.....and she needs to drink...a lot...”


“Yes, ma’m. I’ll see to her….” Derfel nodded his understanding
to Neeve and then turned to Linnesse and Linnette before
adding, “….and her sister too,”

Neeve
 
“If there is an emergency, ask one of the nuns...”


Derfel gave a final nod to Neeve before the healer turned and
followed after the page boy. He glanced over at Dagonet and
Saoirse and thought the young redhead could manage Dag’s care
well enough. Besides, Bors and Vanora were also here for the
tall Sarmatian. Derfel, as he now saw it, would see to the
sisters now….neither could be left alone.

“Linnette, would ya help me get Linnesse settled?” Derfel
asked a little hesitantly before Linnette had went for her
sister’s cloak. He had instinctively lifted his free hand to
touch her shoulder….but stopped and let his arm fall to his
side. He and Linnette had never gotten on well….but in his
eyes that was all forgotten now and the last thing Derfel
wished to do was offend her. And perhaps if he could get her
to accompany he and Linnesse back to their room, then he could
convince her to remain with them....surely she needed Linnesse
now more than ever.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:30 pm
Tristan


Ione
 
"Tristan...I am sorry to hear that..."


"Hmmph." Tristan merely grunted in acknowledgement of that
expression of sympathy as he followed Mirtha over to the
section of the stables that he indicated. He didn't want to
look backwards- he wanted to look forwards, to whichever new
mount he would choose. They continued on towards the back of
the stable, where Mirtha pointed down the last row.

Mirtha
 
"There...these have no riders...maybe this one?"


Face to face with the nearest of the unassigned horses,
Tristan blinked in surprise, then shot Mirtha a sharp glance-
but the stable manager's face betrayed no knowledge of the
situation. To Tristan, however, it was most unusual
indeed...he recognized this animal. More than recognized, he
knew it well. It was Gedeon's former mount, now peacefully
chewing at some feed, blissfully ignorant of the fact that he
had recently lost his accustomed rider.

"Hmm...Tirgatao, is it?" Tristan stepped around the stall door
and in next to the horse, mumurring the stallion's name as he
ran his hands over the silky, well-groomed fur. The Sarmatian
name that young Gedeon had given his mount now fell easily
from Tristan's lips, despite him never having had occasion to
say it before. A fine animal...a fine animal indeed. Once
satisfied that the horse was calm and used to his presence,
Tristan bent and picked up a hoof, then dodged around for a
quick look at the teeth. All good- and he had seen Tirgatao in
battle before. He did well. Rather unusual that a horse that
had so recently lost one knight should be immediately
reassigned to another - but yet it seemed to fit. Tristan
stood up straight and returned his gaze to Mirtha, an
expression which was not quite a smile, but which nonetheless
expressed satisfaction, on his face.

"I'll take him," he stated with a sharp nod.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:46 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
"I need you sober, Lancelot."


Lancelot rolled his eyes but continued to work on cleaning
Arthur's wound - did the commander actually think he wanted to
drink right now? Lancelot shook his head and lifted a hand to
Arthur's forehead. The other man was burning up.

Darya
 
“Wine...there should be some wine...Not exactly the
drink with the most alcohol in it...”


"Well, considering I'm not going to drink it, that's fine,"
Lancelot said sharply, and took the bottle from her, nodding
once in thanks. He had kept his eyes on Arthur and the other
man's wound this whole time, and, after uncorcking the bottle
(he thanked the gods for strong teeth), he tore the tunic he'd
been using to clean the wound in two, and soaked the fabric
liberally with the alcohol.

"Sorry," he shrugged as he tossed the bloody part of the tunic
aside. "I'll buy you another," he added, a weak laugh
accompanying the statement. He put the wine-drenched fabric
against Arthur's wound without warning him; better for the
Roman to just deal with the pain. At least this would really
get it clean.

He was doing his best to staunch the fresh flow of blood -
getting rid of the pus had helped - when a knock came at the
door. "Darya," he said, wiping at the injury still. "That'll
be Neeve. Let her in."

He didn't care if these were Arthur's quarters. The commander
was gravely ill, and part of Lancelot's job was to see to the
other man when he was unable to do for himself.

I cannot do this without you.

Unable to help it, Lancelot raised his eyes and met Arthur's
bleary gaze. "Are you functioning in there, old man?"

I cannot do this alone.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:21 pm
Dagonet and Saoirse


Dagonet watched Linnette's face... New tears coming to her
face and in that moment his own heart ached to walk to her and
hold her trembling body. But the only thing he could do was to
watch... even this was difficult as his eyelids were geting
heavy, so very heavy.

As Neeve cut his tunic and pulled the material to look upon
his side Dagonet allowed himself to briefly close his eyes
with shaky breath out.

Neeve
 
"Bors?"


Dagonet almost smiled at the healers question... In the past
Bors was not the one to get in those kind of things. But, he
had manage to stop the bleeding that time in the cart.. he was
the only one who knew what to do it seemed. Even if Dagonet
did not remember the details as he was with high fever, he was
greatful to everyone who helped him.

Saoirse allowed Neeve room for her work, but watched her hands
desperately now... as the wound was revealed. The stitching
weren't nice, and she noticed more of them in her lover's
body. She winced at the look of them and frowned in worry for
Dagonet.

Bors
 
"Ya know, I remember the day you and young Gedeon got
married. He came to me asking what he should do on your
wedding night."


At his friend's voice Dagonet slowly oppened his eyes and
looked in his direction... There was he with Vanora close by.
Bors always wanted to see things positive, always wanted the
mood to be lightened. The corners of his mouth twitched at
Bors's words. In truth Dagonet remembered it qiute
different... It was Bors who asked Gedeon if he needed any
instructions... and went on with his banter about it, while
Dagonet watched his son's face as his cheeks went more red
second after second.

It was a joyful day... Everybody was so happy then! Dagonet
frowned at the memory with some added pain. And felt that he
could cry again... Saoirse's hand squeezed his with gentleness
and care, but he had not looked at her... buried down in his
sadness.

Gedeon was a good man... Dagonet was so much proud of him. Did
he ever say this to him? Did Gedeon know?

Linnette let out a laugh with tears all over her face. Dagonet
did not dare to smile nor to do anything besides squeezing
Saoirse's hand back... He needed somebody's else strenghts
now, cause his own left him in the moment he left the
battlefield without Gedeon's body.

Linnette
 
"Linnesse, that isn't your cloak...I'll go get it for
you. Then... then I think I'll go pray,"


Pray....

The tall knight was not taking notice of Neeve examing his
side. He did not care about himself right now.

Pray...

He said the prayer in the place of Gedeon's death... He had
said his goodbies to his son... he had offered him to the gods
in Sarmatian believe. But Linnette was a Christian and so was
Gedeon in the end. Linnette had to say her own prayers for Gedeon's soul to rest in peace. Dagonet closed his eyes once more... with guilt filling his heart. He should take the body... he should search further! He should not give up so easly!

A pat on his shoulder from Neeve made him bit his lip in
helpnesness right now. There was somebody talking to the
healer but in truth Dagonet did not care. He just closed his
eyes and allowed emotions to overwhelm him... Sorrow and
guilt... Pain.

Saoirse wathed Dagonet's face fill with pain and swallowed
hard at the sight of it. What could she do for him? Nothing it
would seem.

Neeve
 
“Saoirse...”,


At the sound of her name the redhead lifted her head and
looked stright at Neeve with a frown. What now? Dagonet needed
her now!

Neeve
 
“...I need to go...but I would ask you to use the salve
I have given to you the last on Dag’s wounds. Clean the
area around the stitches...then apply the salve to it.
Then light bandages. The stitching is fine and as so
long as Dag does not move much, they should do...”


Go? She was going to leave him right now? When he needed
medical attention?! But well she was asking Saoirse herself to
take care of her lover and the fact that she was also trying
to learn about it seemed rightful. She listened with
attention...

Dagonet did not listen... He gave up to the weakness now...
nothing mattered.

Saoirse looked back at her lover and nodded silently her head.
She will done what was needed for him... Anything...

"Alright" she murmured.

Neeve
 
“I...I will be back... ...hang in there Dag, okay?”


Dagonet oppened his eyes and only managed to see Neeve's
leaving back.

Derfel
 
“Linnette, would ya help me get Linnesse settled?”


So they were going to leave him and Saoirse alone... This
would be maybe better. Dagonet locked his gaze at Linnette,
his eyes apologizing and filled with so much sorrow. Saoirse
patted his hand and as his weary eyes went to hers small woman
gave him a small sad smile.

"Be right back... " murmured and frowned considering if it
would be alright to leave him for a moment to gather the
things she needed to tend to his wound.

Dagonet nodded silently. Saoirse looked briefly at Derfel,
Linnette and Linnesse and left to the suply room.

"Linnette... " Dagonet whispered weakly wanting to have her
attention for a moment and lifted his hand silently in her
direction inviting her to come closer. "I've... really..."
once more struggeling to say anything. "Send a prayer... from
me to your God also... for Gedeon." he said feeling awkwardly,
but meeting Linnette's gaze directly.

His eyes went to Derfel with a question... He promised to take
care of her and he remembered the young man his promise even
if he knew that Derfel will be up to it...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 3:15 pm

Linnette and Linnesse


Having declared her intentions of what she was going to do,
Linnette moved away from the beds as Neeve tended to Dagonet,
off in search of Linnesse's cloak. She gave Bors a faint, sad
smile as she passed him, but said nothing; she felt so
curiously empty inside, like just a shell of a woman, going
about her tasks with no real purpose, hardly noticed in the
crowded infirmary. She found Linnesse's cloak in the storeroom
after a brief search, though, and when she returned with it to
Dagonet's bedside, Neeve was issuing instructions to all and
sundry, having apparently been summoned somewhere else. As she
talked, Linnette went over to her sister and matter-of-factly
unclasped the cloak she was wearing- a green one not familiar
to Linnette- and replaced it with Linnesse's own cloak, doing
everything for her. She didn't want Linnesse to have to lift a
finger for herself- she needed to rest!

Neeve
 
“Saoirse...I need to go...but I would ask you to use the
salve I have given to you on the last of Dag’s wounds.
Clean the area around the stitches...then apply the
salve to it. Then light bandages. The stitching is fine
and as so long as Dag does not move much, they should
do...Derfel, perhaps you can make sure that Linnesse
gets back to bed soon...and she needs to drink...a
lot...if there is an emergency, ask one of the
nuns...I...I will be back...hang in there Dag, okay?
Lead the way...”


Derfel
 
“Linnette, would ya help me get Linnesse settled?”


Linnette looked up at that, glanced down, a little
disconcerted, at his arm falling back to his side; apparently,
he had considered touching her, but thought better of it. It
was mildly annoying, for some reason- it seemed either
needlessly nervous of him, to drop his hand, or else
presmuptuous to try in the first place- but she merely nodded
wordlessly in acquiescence to his request. Her attention going
back to Linnesse immediately, she prepared to help her sister
up- but from the bed, Dagonet's quiet voice caught her
attention.

Dagonet
 
"Linnette... "


He beckoned her forward, and she came willingly, sitting on
the edge of his bed and looking down at him with sympathy. It
was hard seeing such a strong man, and one whom she thought of
as a father figure, so humbled like this=- broken down by
grief as well as by his physical wounds.

Dagonet
 
"I've...really...send a prayer...from me to your God
also...for Gedeon."


"I will, Father." Linnette nodded, her words nearly a whisper;
her throat was closing once more and her eyes were filled with
tears. Already she could see the chapel before her in her
mind, and the candle she would light for Gedeon there- just
one among the many candles burning before the statues of Mary
and Jesus. Such a small remembrance of such an important life.

"I will," she managed to repeat, before it was too much again;
she didn't want the whole infirmary to see her cry so openly.
Ducking her head, so as to partially hide her face, she turned
and stood up, reaching once again for Linnesse, who took her
arm, reached for Derfel with the other hand, and with their
help, hauled herself to her feet. She was so tired- ready to
collapse!

"Let's go, sister- to our room, right?" Linnesse glanced up at
Derfel on that, making sure he felt the same as she did- she
didn't want to stay in the infirmary any more, not now that
she was some better and he was home! The thought of their bed,
the bed they shared, was quite appealing- she would rest
better there than anywhere else, she was sure.








Merlin

Guinevere
 
"I will be careful, Father. I know that I can be of no
help to Neeria if I allow myself to become a captive as
well. Father, have you had your wound attended to yet?"


"Oh, yes- Juna has done an excellent job." Merlin held up his
bandaged arm with a smile, then returned it to it's most
comfortable position against his body. She wanted to check it
again, he knew, but really, it had been well done the first
time, and he had taken no more real harm, other than fatigue.
The Woad lealder paused a moment, wondering if he should say
something to Guinevere about he and Juna's new understanding,
if that was what it should be called. The last she had seen,
they had been arguing, and then the fighting had happened- she
didn't know anything of what had passed between them in the
woods. No one did, though perhaps they could guess.

"She will be staying with us after all," Merlin added, looking
over at Juna with a satisfied smile and giving her hand a
little squeeze, then looking back at Guinevere. He certainly
didn't mean to flaunt their...understanding...but the thought
that she was indeed staying gave Merlin a warm cared-for
feeling that he was not entirely used to- at least not when it
came to anyone but his beloved daughters, and that, of course,
was different.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 3:36 pm
Bors and Vanora


Everyone sort of looked at him after he had spoken. Okay, so
he was not the most thought provoking speaker of his time, but
he had managed to make Linnette laugh, cry, and giggle all at
once. He felt it was good of her to do so, but then no one
addressed them further, and it seemed that only Dag and
Linnette had understood. A boy had come to fetch Neeve to
Arthur's side, and Derfel and Linnesse no doubt wanted to have
a reunion of sorts...

"Is that all you could say?" Vanora was red faced with
embarrassment and a touch of anger. At such a time of
mourning, she had expected something touching to say, but it
came out as something out of the blue.

Linnette
 
"Linnesse, that isn't your cloak...I'll go get it for
you. Then..." "...then I think I'll go pray,"


Bors shrugged, and watched the crowd. The look on Dagonet's
face almost made Bors laugh. He could kind of guess what the
quiet knight was thinking, but he turned to Linnette and said
in a soft gruff voice, "Sorry, Linnette....meant to say
something that was suppose to be meaningful. I sometimes just
can't find the words to say..." Vanora looked at her lover
then at the young woman, and said, ' We have been friends for
a long time, and I want you to know that if you need
anything...Bors and I will be there for you...' The red head
lay a gentle hand on Linnette's arm, then moved back giving
the woman some space.

Derfel
 
“Linnette, would ya help me get Linnesse settled?”


Vanora looked from the Saxon to Linnesse, then to Linnette.
She stepped foreward, "Derfel, I could help you if Linnette
wishes to visit the chapel..." Bors in the meantime had
watched Dagonet, and the care Saoirse was giving him. He was
in good hands, but still he wanted to spend time with his
friend...

Dagonet
 
"Linnette... " "I've... really..." "Send a prayer...
from me to your God also... for Gedeon."


Bors looked at Linnette then at Dagonet. Sarmatians prayed
sort of, but to their own gods, or powers that be. Bors often
made fun of the Christian religion, but right now anything was
good for the soul and for comfort. "I am not a prayerful man,
Linnette, but I will send thoughts Gedeon's way as well...and
for you and Dagonet..."
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Author: linnet
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:16 pm
Juna


Guinevere
 
"I will be careful, Father. I know that I can be of no
help to Neeria if I allow myself to become a captive as
well. Father, have you had your wound attended to yet?"


Merlin
 
"Oh, yes- Juna has done an excellent job. She will be
staying with us after all."


Juna cast a quick sideways glance and uncertain smile at
Merlin before lowering her gaze downward. He made it sound
like she was company who had been persuaded to stay for
dinner. She felt too uncomfortable to say anything, and wanted
to relieve the feeling by removing herself to allow Merlin and
his daughter their privacy. Only the welcome reassurance of
Merlin’s hand holding hers kept her at his side. She didn’t
know Guinevere well. When the girl had been growing up Juna
had mended the usual childhood scrapes and bruises for her,
and treated some of the illnesses common in young ones. Then
when Guinevere had gone to live with the Romans, Juna had
mentally berated her for making Merlin unhappy. Now that the
young woman was back with her father, Juna was glad that he
had the support and help of his daughter. But as a person,
Guinevere had always struck her as a little aloof, perhaps due
more to her striking beauty than to her actual personality.

While waiting for either Guinevere or Merlin to break the
awkward silence she had caused, some familiarity was teasing
at Juna’s memory. Hearing Guinevere say the name Neeria had
triggered it. Ash and Guinevere had been arguing about who
should be treated first. When the connection clicked, the
healer felt a sick cringing in her stomach. She realized that
she had encountered this Neeria before. Juna couldn’t risk
having Guinevere’s disapproval now. She wanted no problems
that might affect Merlin. After all, there was a pecking order
among these people, with Guinevere’s position very high up
indeed. And Juna wasn’t even a chicken, but dared hope to
consort with the ruling rooster. She needed to clear things up
now. “Guinevere,” she said softly but steadily, “I’m afraid I
acted badly earlier today when I refused to help your friend,
Neeria. I was behaving selfishly and unfairly. I owe you an
apology, and Neeria one when you rescue her.” Juna realized
that the hand Merlin had been holding was now clutching his so
tightly to steady her nerves that she was almost digging her
nails into his skin.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:42 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus looked at the soldier in front of him. To Malcus, the
young man appeared to be cold and tired, but otherwise in fair
condition. He'd make it just fine to the end of his duty. Then
he could bathe and sleep until the next rotation. Barbattus
felt no pity for him whatsoever. The Captain eyed Lucius
suspiciously. He didn't like a slacker and in his mind Lucius
had been dawdling about while others around him were busy with
Arthur and the knight's arrival.

Lucius
 
"Very well, Sir"


"Good, good," Malcus replied, noting something in the young
man's tone, but not readily identifiable.

Lucius
 
"All is silent and peaceful out there - of course."


"Indeed," Malcus answered. Obviously the soldier was annoyed,
and the Captain suspected there was something more this young
man wanted to say. Even though Barbattus demanded discipline
and respect from his men and would severly punish them
otherwise, he also wanted to "hear" the men as well. Malcus
eyed the young man again, noticing his tightly clenched
jawline and unwavering eyes on the horizon. Shifting his
stance to 'parade rest' to symbolize neutrality, Malcus said
in a very firm voice:

"Obviously there's something on your mind, soldier. You have
this one opportunity to tell me what it is."
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:01 pm
Adian


There were voices in the distance.

Adian shifted in his sleep feeling the pain in his shoulder, a
frown furrowing his brow. Bit by bit, he came to and sleepily
looked about the room...there was a guard next to his bed
instead of Juna...

Juna. He figured she'd be long gone by now, if she had ever
existed at all and it was just his feverish state that had
brough on her vision. The guard was looking at him everyonce
in a while with a suspicious look, and Adian wondered what he
ahd done wrong. Slowly, his hand ran over his smooth chest
over to the wrapped arm, then to his breeches. Adian scowled
as they did not feel like the clothes he had worn before...

Buckskin? So perhaps this had not all been a dream: the woads,
a man named Merlin...Juna. No it was not a dream as he reached
up and felt the semi set scab under his chin. He swallowed
hard wondering if Thorn knew he was here, or any of his
friends for that matter...which he did not have alot of. Adian
still felt a bit drowsy, and looked over to where some people
were talking. He noticed Linnette, Linnesse, but the others
were not familiar. Some of the knights perhaps....

While he was watching the scene, the healer came back with a
second dose of the herbal tea. Adian finished it, and handed
the mug back to her wishing he had time to get to know her
better. Gradually, his eyes became heavy, and he slipped back
into a light sleep....
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