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golden_trillium

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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 8:03 am
Derfel


Lucius
 
"Is she alright? Of course. I am here, not going
anywhere. How can I be of help?"


Derfel had halted to wait on a response from Lucius, briefly
smiling down at his lover as if to reassure her he’d not be
long in getting her out of this weather. Lucius once again
appeared concerned as he approached. No doubt Linnesse looked
to be in a bad way and Derfel felt quite guilty for his part.
He should have insisted on getting her back to bed before he’d
taken care of Linnette’s request.

Linnesse
 
"I'm...just tired, I had the fever, but it's gone...I
just need to rest."


“I just need to be gettin’ her back to our room…wouldya mind
walking with us now and opening a few doors for me so I won’t
have to set her down?” Derfel asked a bit sheepishly. He
should be managing this on his own…but Linnesse’s comfort was
more important than his foolish male pride. This ‘Lucius’
seemed a kind man at any rate. He had a pleasant face and had
shown genuine concern when he’d reached over to inspect
Linnesse for fever.

“Won’t take long…and I’ll be glad to repay you with a round of
ale in the tavern later,” Derfel offered with a smile over at
Lucius. “Our room is just over that way,” He indicated with a
small nod of his head in the direction of the tall stone
structure across the courtyard that contained their tiny room.
Derfel than began to walk again assuming Lucius would indeed
follow.

By the gods, this rainy weather was persistant. Derfel
shivered against the cold and looked down into Linnesse's pale
face for a moment.

"We'll have you back inside shortly, luv. I promise," He
whispered sweetly and continued walking towards the building
that housed the knight's quarters.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 10:11 am
Darya


The dark Sarmatian was honestly relieved when Tristan assured
her in his very own way that he was okay…and not injured or
sick. Finally some good news. “Good…that’s…good…”, she nodded
more to herself than at her kinsman while shifting her gaze
towards the horse in the arena again. So it Gedeon was the
only loss among the knights…but that pretty much was the only
positive thing about this. He had been too young to die…had
left a pregnant widow behind. And for a moment, Darya felt
honestly sorry for Linnette…

Tristan
 
"Gedeon...he fell. From the wall. Never even found him."


By the Gods, the female Sarmatian thought and frowned
slightly. So Dagonet and Linnette could not even bury Gedeon.
“That’s…that’s a shame…”, Darya murmured quietly before
clearing her throat and raking a hand through her long hair.
“Tristan…”, she then added with a questioning glance,
“…how…why…? What is it about this Woad girl that has been
brought to the Fort?” Yes, this was the one thing in Arthur’s
reasoning that she did not understand. Maybe it was because of
her dark memories and experiences with the forest people,
maybe it was because of Guinevere’s open threat. Or was it
because Merlin had actually dared to set foot INTO Badon Keep?
“Have we not had enough Woads in here lately? Why is she
here?” Yes, Arthur had mentioned a few things about that girl
already but maybe a fellow Sarmatian had a different opinion
on this…
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 10:38 am
Tatiana


After leaving the tavern, her mind going over what Vanora had
told her in regards to what Adian was going through
grief-wise, so intent was she in finding her little herb
garden that she didn't even notice the rain coming down, or if
she did, she paid it no mind as she was more intent on finding
what she was looking for.

Finding it, she hunted through the few remaining winter
growing ones for a few bulbs, before she turned the soil over
to begin growing her Spring herbs.

Kneeling down and collecting the last of her winter supply,
she quickly stood and putting them in her pouch turned around
and with a few thoughts about Brendyn and what he was up too,
hoping that he was safe, or as safe as one could be in a
fort, headed back to the stables to add these to her
collection.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 2:40 pm
Amadeus


Lancelot had stepped wrong here. He had put his balls firmly
in Amadeus' hands and he would regret it, oh God Amadeus swore
that he would regret it! Technically he should thank Lancelot
for being such an uncouth hot-head and giving himself the
chance to sway Arthur to hsi way of thinking, it allowed
Amdaeus to play the Victim. There was no denying that Arthur
was impressive - it was just sad to see that he was impressive
at the wrong times.

Arthur
 
“No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm, I should
reprimand you both,”


The Optio's sneer had disappeared by the time Arthur turned
and he met the Commander's eyes without emotion. He gave a
tense, token half-smile at the man's seeming joke that
concealed his First Knight's blunder. He would grant Arthur
this, he would not pretend that it had been otherwise, not in
company. But once he got the Commander alone he would ensure
that Arthur knew that he was no fool, that he knew Lancelot
had been going to attempt to gut him.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss Merlin,”


Malcus
 
"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm
supposed to do with that woad woman I have under guard,"


Lancelot
 
"That woman who will lead us readily and easily to
Merlin?"


Amadeus forced another empty smile to his thin lips. He
ignored Lancelot's disgusting gesture of spitting to the side,
tensing his jaw and moving to stand to the side a little where
he could see all those in the room. He was not aware that
Arthur wanted to speak with Linnette though he did have a word
or two to say to her himself - about the lodgings... That
missive had come this morning unfortunately. Lifting his
narrow chin, the Optio nodded his head, keeping his lips
purposely sealed for he had words to say alright, but not in
this kind of company.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he was quite terrified
that his words might infuriate the Commander again... oh
nothign to do with that. But next time he was bringing Mordred
to this kind of meeting.










Drake

Drake knew why he was there. He was there to watch Linnette,
to ensure she was ok, that she did not push herself and that
she had someone around in case she fell apart. He did not care
why the others were there, though he did give a respectful nod
to Barbattus. They crossed over alot in their line of work
though their 'relationship' had not gone beyond this - a
respectful nod. The Spaniard looked into the room with
narrowed green eyes, hovering behind Linnette with a
protective set to his broad shoulders. His Roman body armour
looked ludicrous in comparison to what the Optio was wearing -
but it took alot to make Drake feel self conscious.

Linnette was bobbing her feet looking into the room around the
men who were all so much taller than she was. Two women came
out of Arthur's room, Darya who he did know having carried her
through the rain on occassion - and another female, the
healer.

It was as if nothing had happened between them - Drake's eyes
glanced towards her and then away as if he did not recognise
her, his focus all on the drama that was unfolding in Arthur's
room.

Ignorant of what was being said, Drake was quite surprised
when Lancelot lurched forward. The Spaniard hissed under his
breath and reached an arm out beside Linnette, ready to pull
her back, but just as his hand got to the flat of her stomach
Arthur dived in between adn the situation calmed.

"Sorry." he uttered, barely above a whisper, withdrawing one
step from Linnette, but watching Lancelot warily. He was
annoyed at that, he was annoyed that the Sarmatian was so
reckless where Linnette was concerned as to attack someone in
front of her... Granted Lancelot may not have noticed Linnette
there but Drake did not think that a valid excuse. His green
eyes glared balefully at the other male.

Wiping his nose with a free hand, Drake flexed his fingers,
crossing his arm over his chest to hold his saddlebags in
place and let his other hand get some feeling back in it.
Linnette glanced back at him and Drake lifted his eyebrows to
her, hoping his expression looked patient and understanding.
Ideally he would like to take her away from this scene
completely and escort her to her room, then he would come back
and bring Arthur to her but he knew that that was not
possible.

So he remained, impassive and impressive standing in the
doorway behind Linnette, towering above her, his bearded jaw
tense and his brow ridged with focus and concern, there was
warning in hsi green eyes to any man that thought to upset, go
near, or think bad of Linnette too.








Eala

It was easy to ignore the lack of agony in her shoulder when
things were starting to look so bright. Eala handed the bigger
of the knives over willingly, taking to looking at her little
one reverently, revealing her savage black eyes in it's
reflection. The little blonde reached down to her boots,
pulled out her lace and cut a piece. She used that cut piece
to tie around her thigh and then slid the knife in neatly.
Sniffing, pleased with herself, the ten-year old looked up to
Neeria for direction, automically giving way to the older,
wiser woad.

Eala understood the gesture, pointing to the sky, a universal
indicator of time, and nodded her head with a broad, feral
grin on her young face.

Neeria
 
"We-must-eat-and-rest-to-gain-strength,"


The young woad nodded her head again and eagerly took the
food. Now that they had some way of getting out of this
predicament she realised how hungry she was. With a mouthful
of bread, Eala turned to the tray, taking more food and
stuffing it in her over-full mouth, chewing awkwardly due to
the pain in her lips and jaw from her ill-treatment. As she
was eating, Neeria touched her shoulder and Eala looked over,
wide-eyed and trusting. The older woad hit her chest and threw
her first into the air.

It sent goosebumps down EAla's back.

She suddenly didn't feel so alone.

She would get out of this, she would kill the man that killed
her brother before she left this shit-hole and then she would
tell Ash what she had done and he would be so proud of her!

Eala swallowed the half-chewed food and her brow furrowed in
seriousness. It looked odd on a face so young. Dipping her
chin to assist the food to go down her throat with relative
ease, Eala replicated Neeria's easlier gesture of success to
come and then grinned impishly.

Shrugging her good shoulder, Eala turned from Neeria and
started to wander around the room, looking at stuff though
there wasn't much there. She walked like a new puppy in a
strange house, uncertain, wobbly and cautious, peering up at
the ceiling, down at the floor, along the shelves - she even
lifted up the mattress on the bed whilst stuffing another
handful of food into her mouth.

The door opened but Eala had her back to it as she stood by a
window, poking at the glass in fascination --
















Catherine

From experience, men never wanted to know that she knew a
thing or two about the world. This felt completely out of her
realm of expertise even though she was sitting in the company
of a man... and she knew men. She wasn't used to being herself
around them though. She put on the face that they wanted to
see, she lilted the way they wanted to hear and she moved the
way they needed her to move. Gawain was asking her to be
herself, to speak her mind, to garnish information that she
had gone to great lengths to find.

She liked it...

She could blithely ignore the smudge of dirt on the side of
his face, the piece of what she hoped was bark in his hair,
the grime beneath his fingernails - these were the trappings
of a warrior. But she could not ignore that he was genuinely
interested in what she had to say.

Gawain
 
“The day before yesterday, we were at Segedenum, trying
to keep the Saxons from getting a foothold on this lousy
island, It was a hell of a battle, neither side really
gaining an advantage. Some of us, well one of us at
least, were starting to get our butts kicked,”


Like a child being told a story, Catherine looked down at the
table when Gawain poked it. She found it amusing that he was
using her soggy map and barely suppressed a smile, lifting her
hand to her face, twisting a lock of hair around her slender
finger and running the pad of her thumb over the compressed
strands whilst listening, attentively, to the rest of his
story, unabashedly curious.

Gawain
 
“All of a sudden, there was a loud horn signal that
could be heard across the entire battlefield. The Saxons
just stopped fighting and withdrew. Nobody knew what was
going on. An officer, Hengist, from the Saxon forces
approached Arthur and told him that the Saxon leader
wanted a truce conference. But he also said that it was
a trick, and that he and his men would fight with us
against the Saxons. Turned out Hengist and his men were
Jutes. I just thought maybe Jutland would be a nice
place to visit if I ever make it out of here. Don’t
think I’ll go if it’s cold, though. Do you know any good
place to see that isn’t cold, and isn’t Rome?”


This was ... amazing.

Catherine was usually regaled with this kind of tale whilst
lying in the arms of a soldier, their bodies spent and slick
with the sweat of their exertions. Yet here she sat across the
table in the tavern with the blue eyes of a Knight upon her as
he described the battle, and oh the glorious details of teh
Jutes! to her. The blonde's thumb stilled, her hazy green eyes
wide and her lips slightly parted as she stored every bit of
information to memory. To hear tell of Arthur ... ! By the
gods!

One sentence, however, made the whore's stomach feel heavy,
uncomfortable. It brought her back to the here and now -

if I ever make it out of here...

It was ... disconcerting that he spoke that without much
confidence, as if he expected to die here without ever seeing
his home again. Catherine's head tilted to one side as he said
those words, her sympathetic eyes dropping to the table. She
had never really thought about the soldiers she bedded in that
sense, never wondered if they expected to live through the
next battle that she would long to hear of. But now was not
the time for such sadness. Not when Gawain had asked her a
question, and one with so many connotations.

Catherine looked up at the blonde knight through her dark
eyelashes. She narrowed her eyes questionningly at him, as if
to ask him if he was seriously asking her that question. Her
finger twisted the hair a little tighter and she trailed it
over her full, beautiful bottom lip as a breath of her sweet
laughter scented the air.

"I know of a few places.. but the nearest place that is both
warm, welcoming and most definitely not Rome would be ..." she
purred the words suggestively, her finger tapping her chin as
if in thought though the movements were much too exaggerated
for it to be realistic, and she knew it too. She was teasing
him, prompting him, hoping that he would laugh when she did -
Catherine chimed a pretty little laugh, shaking her head in
amusement.

Of course the warmest place close to here was her bed or his -
but she would not be so brazen as to say it aloud, not when he
was willing to talk to her, to talk so openly about his
adventures. The blonde rested her elbow on the table and
cupped her cheek, taking a small breath. Her eyes had not left
Gawain's face since he started his story --

"Oh forgive me, that was inexcusable." Catherine chided
herself with a shake of her head though her smile was
beatific, "Do you not long for home? Is it not there that you
will go when you leave this island?" her words were very
specific, they were insisting that he was leaving this island,
and alive.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 7:09 pm

Tristan


Darya
 
“That’s…that’s a shame…Tristan…how…why…? What is it
about this Woad girl that has been brought to the Fort?
Have we not had enough Woads in here lately? Why is she
here?”


“Christ knows,” Tristan rolled his eyes as he held out his
hand, carrot perched on his palm, for the horse to take,
looking sideways at Darya as he did so. It wasn’t often that
it seemed appropriate to him to swear by the Christian God,
whom Tristan certainly did not worship, but seeing as this
involved a folly of Arthur’s, no doubt brought on by too-blind
worship of this same God, he figured that on this occasion it
was only fair. And maybe Christ did know. Definitely no one
else did.

“She said she’d take him to Merlin if he spared her. Don’t
know why he believed her- no sane man would.” Tristan threw up
his hands in exasperation as the last of the carrot
disappeared into Tirgatao’s mouth, then reached out and patted
the beast’s nose as the sudden movement caused it to start a
little. Tristan had no wish to alarm his new mount, of course,
but the thought of the Woad prisoner nearly drove him to
distraction. The memory of her saying his name, over and over
again, pathetically grateful for the slightest concession to
her humanity…it made him shrink mentally away from it, try to
build walls around it, pretend it didn’t happen. The Woads
were formidable enemies, and it wasn’t right to see them so
humbled by practically nothing as she had been. They should
either be fighting or dead. No in betweens. Nothing to
complicate things. Her kind had tortured Percival, after all-
tortured him till he was no more than the shell of a man. Had
this one been in on that, Tristan suddenly wondered? Had she
watched, or participated, while Percival suffered and bled?
Damn her to all possible hells if she had. She deserved none
of his sympathy.

“I’ll kill her if she hurts him,” the scout growled irritably,
backing up from the horse again and once more kicking at the
sandy surface of the riding arena, to no real purpose at all-
just working out some miniscule portion of his frustration in
some small way.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 7:36 pm
Jols


Going into the stables, the squire nodded at the stableworkers
in greetings then headed towards the familiar stalls where the
mounts of Arthur and the rest of the Knights got stabled
during their rest period in between quests and battles.

Checking them over, he walked down to the wall where the
brushes and other items of that nature got stored and
selecting a few of them, went back over to the horses' stalls.

Opening the half door, Jols went into each stall and speaking
softly, spent a good amount of time brushing the coats and
checking the top and underside of each hoof to make sure that
there wasn't any stone or small pebble in the soft underside
or in between the shoe and hoof.

He took his time with each horse and talked to the animal
while he worked on them.

Once done, he gave them a sugar cube as a reward for being
patient during their inspection then before leaving, the
squire placed a bale of hay into the feeding trough then
relocking each stall door behind himself and headed off to
grab a plate of something over at the tavern before doing his
other tasks.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue May 06, 2008 8:50 pm
Neeria and Titrus


Neeria moaned with pleasure as the food hit her empty stomach.
The thick soup, full of hearty chunks of vegetables, was
delicious. The two woads hadn't eaten in 2 days and Neeria
knew if they were going to make a move, they would need
strength. As she swallowed, the woman looked at the younger
girl walking around the room. Eala. Neeria looked at her with
pride knowing that Eala would stand by her and fight just as
hard as any other of Guinevere's strongest full grown female
warriors. The older woman remembered when Eala was a small
girl learning how to fight. She was still a child, but she was
a warrior nonetheless. The older girl lay on the bed watching
Eala handling the small blade expertly, twirling it between
her skinny fingers and stabbing out at the enemies she saw in
her mind. The girl suddenly reached in her boot and pulled out
a dirty lace, cutting it into a smaller piece, then using it
as a garter to conceal the blade under her new, clean white
tunic. Neeria's blade was still neatly hidden under her thigh.

She sighed and thought of Guinevere. Oh how she missed the
comfort and safety of the woods. It would only be a matter of
time before Arthur came to gather her. She had, after all,
offered to lead him to Merlin. Well, that would never happen,
but Neeria would have to come up with a plan to stall him. The
woad would never betray her shan-ti. He was a father to her.
Castus was a fool to think she ever would. She touched her
side gently which had already started to feel much better now
that it had been drained. Neeria closed her eyes and tried to
send Merlin a message, hoping he would sense her plea. She
said a prayer to her patron god, Orius.

"Orius I beg you from my heart to speak to him. Merlin, I am
with you!"

Neeria opened her eyes and looked over at Eala and smiled. But
her smile quickly faded as the doorknob on the door to their
guarded room suddenly turned. The woad stared, wide-eyed as
the Roman who released Eala from her chains walked in. Neeria
gasped, but Eala did not hear her.





Titrus watched with amusement as the old nun turned on her
heel and left Brendyn and him standing there. The gods are
just, the man snickered to himself. But no one else had come
out from the back to help them either.

Brendyn
 
I felt...my stitches pop while in the dungeons... and I
didn't want to...look weak in front of the Commander...'
'I-I want...to do...this punishment as I deserve to...I
don't...want to appear weak...not the sign of a good
soldier...'


"Are you dumb, boy?" Titrus whirled around and asked the
soldier in anger. "You'd better learn to listen. Captain
Barbattus is not going to be happy with any of this and I'm
not covering for you again. He knows I lied to him - he knows
everything there is to know about me. And he will know you
too. You will never fool him but I'm sure you will be foolish
enough to try."

Brendyn winced at Titrus' words and grabbed at his aching side
again.

Brendyn
 
Sir, I know you meant well, but why did you lie to save
me from punishment? It is not that I am ungreatful, but
now...it could mean trouble for you as well...I--tried
so hard to...make a good impression, and all I have done
is make a mess of things...I did not want you to be
ashamed of me...'


Titrus scowled at Brendyn and ran his tongue over his teeth,
looking up at the ceiling. "I covered for you because I was
once young and stupid like you are." The lieutenant put his
hand on his hip.

"Malcus" Titrus said, calling the captain out of rank, "said
he saw something in you. Do you know what means? Do you fully
understand how good that could be for your miserable life?
You're a low life, soldier. A grunt. A nothing. The captain
can make your life easier or he can make your life hell. He
will give you enough opportunities for you to decide your own
fate. Don't fuck it up boy! I will not help you again. He knew
I covered for you - that was my one shot. There will not be a
second."

Brendyn
 
'Titrus...for the kindness you have shown...me...I am forever in ....your ..deb..t,


"You're damned right you are. I already told you that," Titrus
said with a smirk.

Brendyn
 
'I...I am scared....'


"Oh, for God's sake," the lieutenant said, rolling his eyes.
"Gather your balls, boy!"

Titrus walked back to the room that housed the two woad girls,
thinking maybe the healer was in there.

"Oy," he said to the guards outside the room. "Is there a
medicus there?"

"No sir, n'body but da pris'ners in der," the young grunt
replied.

"When did you check on them last?" Titrus asked.

"A while ago, sir, but not since the nun left."

Titrus pressed his ear to the door and heard the older woad's
voice. Who was she talking to? The little girl was deaf. He
decided to check on them and turned the doorknob. As he
entered the room, the older girl gasped and looked as though
Titrus had caught her red-handed doing something she
shouldn't. The younger girl had her back to him, motioning in
the air with her arms.

"What the hell is she doing?" he asked, drawing his sword.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:56 am
Lucius


Lucius, not knowing that Linnesse was a healer herself, raised
an eyebrow and his expression was obviously suspicious becase
he had seen people confirming they were just tired and they
ended dead within the following day. He was about to tell her
that in a quite kind but also straight forward way when she
turned her head to get rid of his hand. He got the hint and
remained silent, pulling back his hand. Discussing this with
thing with her or not, resting seemed to be a good idea
indeed. The woman fell almost asleep already.

"Of course I can walk with you" he addressed Derfel. It was
never easy to carry a woman in one's arms savely and open
doors. It was clear that trying to make her walk herself would
lead to.. nowhere. At least in a short time.

Derfel
 
“Won’t take long…and I’ll be glad to repay you with a
round of ale in the tavern later,”


Lucius returned the smile when he followed Derfel to the
quarters already. "I have time - but I won't say no to that
ale."

They reached the building and Lucius was surprised to end
there. He had expected tha they would head for the small
private houses of the people who lived at the fortress but no,
the knight's quarters it was and he glanced over at the blonde
man, wondering if the man was a soldier too? He did not expect
to know anyone already really but well, he was not Roman. But
then Sarmatians were here to fight as well and they were not
Roman too. So... he shrugged almost visible when he pushed the
curious questions away for now. He would have the chance to
ask the questions later on. For now he opened doors and closed
them again. Opened more doors and followed Derfel to his room
after he had ordered another soldier in a clear and commanding
tone to get out of their way. Even then he sounded polite.

Lucius opened the last door when Derfel stopped, obviously
they had reached his quarters. He stepped to the side so that
the other man could enter easily - and waited outside because
it was rude to just enter people's private area without being
invited. Something that was easily forgotten as a soldier in
an army but he tried to remember and keep what was important
for him.
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Author: Kay
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 5:57 am
Guinevere


Mona
 
"I couldn't agree with you more, Guinevere! For Neeria's
sake, for Eala's sake, for Ash's sake! We must be
unified! Connell, please forgive me if I have in any way
treated you unkindly. It's just that I'm so worried
about my dear friend, Neeria, I'm just not myself. I am
sorry. We grew up together. All of us did. We are three
of the strongest warriors Merlin has - male or female.
Poor Neeria, Mikel was fallen in the last attack and now
she languishes in a horrible Roman prison! The princess
is right, we must put aside our differences. For Neeria.
For Merlin."


Guinevere watched Mona's performance through cynical eyes.
Gods, the woman was shedding tears now! The Woad princess was
sure these were merely a ruse to gain sympathy. She didn't
know what Connell thought, but she was having none of it.

"And warriors don't shed tears of contrition" Guinevere said,
fixing Mona with an icy stare. "Pull yourself together! This
kind of behaviour will not help. We need to establish a
vantage point from which to observe the fortress. We will keep
watch in pairs while the third rests. Hurry and finish your
rations; we do not know how soon we shall be needed."
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 10:06 am

Arthur


At least Scipio ‘appeared’ to overlook Lancelot’s show of
temper. Thank God. Arthur would have a word with Lancelot
later – in private - to press upon his lieutenant the
importance of masking one’s true emotions in meetings such as
this. Scipio could have demanded the Sarmatian severely
punished for his insubordination…and Arthur’s hands would have
been tied to prevent it by the laws that govern the army.

Malcus
 
"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm
supposed to do with that woad woman I have under guard,"


Lancelot
 
"That woman who will lead us readily and easily to
Merlin?"


“Have the ‘woman’ brought up from lockup once we have
concluded our meeting here. I will remind her of the oath she
gave to me yesterday. And then she will lead us to Merlin,”
Arthur stated firmly, eyes shimmering with confidence and
strength despite the throbbing pain in his side. He silently
prayed to God that his actions in halting Lancelot had not
re-opened his wound.

As Arthur’s gaze moved from each of his officers, he noted
Linnette and Drake standing patiently in the doorway again.
She seemed to indicate that she’d come back later…but that
simply was not acceptable to Arthur and would be an insult to
her in the Commander’s opinion. He cleared his throat and gave
Linnette a respectful nod in acknowledgement.

“Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a private
word with the lady,” Arthur said and gestured towards the
door. He stepped around Amadeus, briefly glancing over his
shoulder at Lancelot as he did so…..and giving his lieutenant
another look in warning to ‘behave’ out of Amadeus’ line of
sight. Malcus was close enough to step in though, should
Lancelot choose to act the complete fool. But there would be
no salvaging the situation a second time.

“Forgive me, lady…I apologize for making you wait,” Arthur
spoke gently to Linnette, expression softening for her, and
extended his left hand for her to accept.

“Drake,” The Commander gave a courteous nod to the older man;
not questioning his presence at the widow’s side. Arthur then
led Linnette inside the room and addressed his officers once
more.

“Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to wait outside for a
moment,” Arthur stated in a tone that brooked no argument. He
would not speak to Linnette on the death of her husband in
front of the men. It was a private matter and he did not wish
to make the lady any more uncomfortable than need be. His hand
gently squeezed at her tiny fingers in reassurance while he
awaited the officers to comply.
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Author: Darya
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 10:28 am
Darya


Tristan
 
“Christ knows… She said she’d take him to Merlin if he
spared her. Don’t know why he believed her- no sane man
would. I’ll kill her if she hurts him,”


Darya narrowed her eyes as she listened to Tristan’s words.
She knew how much the Woads worshipped their leader. Would
they really betray him in such a way? After Merlin had broken
the truce? After he had attacked Badon for no reason? The
female Sarmatian snorted quietly at her thoughts and puffed
out a sharp breath. “Give my regards to her should you indeed
get the chance to kill her in case she even tries to hurt
him…”, she then said in a firm voice and gave Tristan a glance
that clearly expressed how serious she was about this. By the
Gods, she would kill that Woad – any Woad – that dared to hurt
Arthur herself…but Darya also knew that it was unlikely that
she would get the chance to do so.

…and with those thoughts, her anger about the forest people
slowly crawled back into her mind. “He was here, you know…”,
the dark-haired mused, tension obvious in her voice as she did
so, “…Merlin. He was here at Badon…just like Guinevere. They
led the attack personally.” A pause. “Maybe I should tell
Arthur this… It is a proof that no Woad can be trusted, is it
not? None of them obviously…” Darya irritably shook her head
before pushing herself away from the fence ring and walking
two steps. This was a strange situation. She knew Arthur
always had a good reason for his decisions…yet she could not
help but share her fellow Sarmatians' opinion: why trust the
Woads yet again? If Merlin’s own daughter did not stick to her
word, then why should a random Woad warrior be more
trustworthy?
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 12:20 pm
Bors


Bors limped across the courtyard towards the stables, cursing
to himself at his stupidity in getting injured, and even
moreso at his inability to admit that it still hurt to Vanora.

Bloody stubborn Sarmatian, he could almost hear her saying,
and despite the pain his grinned to himself.

It was still raining, and his shorn head was dripping water onto the dirty collar of his shirt, running down onto his back and making him shiver. He growled, and headed for the barn to shelter for a while, hopefully resting his leg so that Vanora wouldn't notice when she saw him later.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 1:23 pm

Linnette


Arthur
 
“Have the woman brought up from lockup once we have
concluded our meeting here. I will remind her of the
oath she gave to me yesterday, and then she will lead us
to Merlin. Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must
have a private word with the lady. Forgive me, Lady…I
apologize for making you wait."


"No need to apologize, Commander," Linnette murmurred in very
quiet, polite response, barely audibly. The room seemed loud
with the silence that surrounded Arthur's words, uncomfortable
with the tension between the four men- five if you counted
Drake, though he had not been in on the argument except to, it
seemed, protect her. Their presences and personalities seemed
to dwarf Linnette, and indeed the whole room, and she felt
tiny, there, tiny and insignificant, so much so that she was
surprised to see the Commander's hand extended to her, to
escort her farther inside.

She took the offered hand lightly, and gave Amadeus a nod of
greeting as she stepped past him- him she was comfortable
with- but Lancelot's eyes she could not meet, even though they
generally got along well enough. There was too much suppressed
anger about him, too much danger. A side of him she hadn't
really seen. The officer she did not know was imposing, too,
and Arthur, despite his kindness, had the kind of burning in
his green eyes that could quell all the others at a glance,
even though they were soft as they regarded her.

Arthur
 
"Drake, gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to wait
outside for a moment.”


Linnette cast a hasty glance behind her again, aware that
Drake, as well as the others, was being asked to leave. Well,
of course, he was. And what was unexpected about that?
Nothing, surely...but still, Linnette had had to push down a
stab of momentary, very momentary, worry at that prospect. It
didn't show more than fleetingly on her face, though, and she
almost instantly composed herself, telling herself that that
was silly. Drake had things to do. He had been kind enough
just to walk her to Arthur's room, and surely the other men
here, also, were no threat to her, Arthur least of all. The
Commander wanted to talk to her, that was all- and probably
about Gedeon. She hadn't done anything wrong. But she did have
to keep herself together in front of Arthur, as well as,
later, the other men whom she would pass in the corridor as
she left the room. It was rather daunting, really, and she
took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts and preparing
herself to take whatever was said in the calmest way that was
at all possible. The last thing she wanted was to break down
here.










Tristan

Darya
 
“Give my regards to her should you indeed get the chance
to kill her in case she even tries to hurt him…he was
here, you know…Merlin. He was here at Badon…just like
Guinevere. They led the attack personally. Maybe I
should tell Arthur this…it is a proof that no Woad can
be trusted, is it not? None of them, obviously…”


"He probably already knows...but go ahead." Tristan paced a
couple of discontented steps away from Darya as he spoke.
Arthur had been briefed on the attack, surely- Tristan knew
for certain that Barbattus had been summoned to his quarters,
and surely Amadeus as well had spoken to Arthur with the
details either yesterday or today. Arthur knew, or he would,
that Merlin and Guinevere had been there. And yet he
persisted, apparently, in some foolish idea that this captured
woman was a true traitor who would cheerfully lead them to
Merlin. It couldn't be true. Darya was completely right- no
Woad could be trusted.

"Are you all right?" Tristan turned back towards Darya on one
heel, his movement as abrupt as his change of subject. She
didn't look injured, he had noted that when she first arrived-
but if Tristan knew Darya, she had been in the thick of things
during the fight, and he wanted to assure himself of her
well-being.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:10 pm
Mirtha


Mirtha stood there and listened to the girl's explaination,
but not having any damn about what was she saying. He did not
care! She should be working! This was not the time for
breakfast break!

Tatiana
 
"A friend and I were having breakfast when a bit of
distressing news caught my companion unawares causing
the dishes plus food to fall onto the floor. I was just
cleaning up the spill. I took care of what needed to be
done in the stables and had a few things to take care
of, breakfast being one of them and a few personal
things that I still need to take care of before I return
to the stables.""


She should be cleaning the spill in the stables, not in the
tavern! Mirtha was just terrible angry at himself today and at
the whole world in fact and he had to vent his anger. Personal
maters! What the fuck... he did not care. Whatever was she
going to say... Mirtha was angry at her right now. And he
watched her as Vanora helped her and the young woman thanked
her before leaving the place. Mirtha silently turned to sit on
his place and shook his head.

Vanora
 
"Well, you handled that with a lot of tact, Mirtha."


"I'm not in a fucking mood..." he said grufly before he even
noticed that Vanora was just joking. He smoothed the skin on
his underchin and sighed heavly. His mind was elsewhere now.

Vanora
 
"Found you more than just bread and water...hard working
man like yourself needs to keep up his strength...."


"What?" He looked down at his plate and seeing the food a
little smile crept on his face. "Thanks... and sorry" he said
in Vanora direction indicating his last gruf coment.

In fact he was thinking of the last night. What have he done
to Ione? Was she hurt? Had he done something bad to her? Gods!
How he ended up like this? Thinking about woman's feelings?
Worrying.... He will go to her and ask. He would like to
know... He only wished she would be not angry at him..
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Wed May 07, 2008 2:41 pm
Amadeus


Arthur
 
“Have the ‘woman’ brought up from lockup once we have
concluded our meeting here. I will remind her of the
oath she gave to me yesterday. And then she will lead us
to Merlin,”


Amadeus raised his eyebrows but reacted in no other way to
Arthur's words. He knew he had all to play for here - Lancelot
had dug his own grave in this instance, Amadeus would just
make sure to lay him to rest in it. Then promptly piss on said
grave. Arthur could talk big all he liked, when it came to it
they were all in agreement that someone besides Arthur should
go. And going by rank, Amadeus thought smugly, he was next in
line.

Arthur
 
“Gentlemen, forgive me for a moment…but I must have a
private word with the lady, Forgive me, lady…I apologize
for making you wait, Drake, Gentlemen, if you would be
so kind as to wait outside for a moment,”


The Optio's body involuntarily tensed when Arthur moved behind
him.

So the Commander was injured- that didn't mean he was weak.
Amadeus had learned that the hard way, the pinching pain in
his shoulder a reminder of the fact. He couldn't be certain
but he had a feeling that there was a hidden communication
going on behind his back between Lancelot and Arthur, btu he
feigned a lack of interest. Turning, he looked up with a
sympathetic expression into the sad but brave face of
Linnette. She looked tiny amongst all these men, her frame
looking waifish in comparison to the bulk of muscle in the
men.

Amadeus had a grudging respect for Arthur in bringing her here
like this. It was not a respect he would have if it was a
woman he did not know - but Linnette he did know, from
childhood. And now she was alone in the world with no one to
look after her. Who was the green eyed male behind her?
Amadeus recognised him but was not sure from where. He heard
Arthur speak his name and racked his brain...

Yes, alone in teh world - no man to protect her or ensure she
had all that she wanted. Drake? Was that his name?

Who would put a roof over her head and protect her unborn
child? Oh! Yes! Drake, of course - he trained the new
recruits.

Well, she could depend on him. He was going places. She would
do well to be by his side as he climbed. Granted she was not
as beautiful as her sister, nor was she as scheming as Rowan,
but she had her qualities.

"Arthur." Amadeus said politely, dipping his head as he
stepped out of the room, frowning as Drake refused to move
from the place where he stood, his eyes pinned own at the back
of Linnette's head. As he passed Linnette, Amadeus reached
down to touch her forearm, pausing a fraction of a second to
give her a most sorrowful look.

The Optio tsked at the doltish Drake who just stood, staring,
silently, and went across the hall to stand against the wall,
folding his arms over his impressive chest, lifting his
eyebrows as he looked at Lancelot and Malcus come out of the
room.
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