Birch Forest, England, 498.
Hazel's POV
After that fine conversation and amusing stargazing session, Lord Camberwell ceased speaking. So surprising, right? I was totally flabbergasted! And that's a word I know, by the way. But I just didn't expect him to be silent. ...I'm a sarcastic person too!
Although even with his utter quietness I wasn't able to sleep. I tried distracting myself with the meteor shower but they didn't last until dawn.
I was thinking about his last statement, "Beautiful." Why was he looking at me? Did he think I'm gorgeous? Oh well, people always do. ...But... him? Saying I'm beautiful? Maybe I'm just assuming too much. I guess he referred to the meteors falling from the sky. Yup! That's what he was referring to.
That smile though. I couldn't deny, it was quick, but I couldn't deny that it was there. He should seriously do it more often.
The fires went off a few hours ago. And the sun was slowly rising up from the distance. Lord Camberwell appeared from behind me.
"It appears as though that you have the abilities required to stay awake through the night." He commented.
I smiled forcibly. Maybe, I can't sleep, because of what you said Lord Camberwell... or maybe because of that smile.
"I'll wake them." Standing up, I volunteered.
He nodded and went to the horses. I walked to my left.
Kneeling, I spoke. "Merlin, Elias, wake up."
I tapped their cheeks to force them awake. These punks, they slept on me and now they won't wake up.
"Merli—"I was halted when I heard some stomping sounds.
With interest, I followed where they came from. Voices of men and tramps were heard. Slowly, I peeked through some bushes, hiding myself.
"The master is very certain indeed."
"But where have they taken them?"
"Of course he would not say. I have no courage to ask."
"We kill all that would not kneel?"
"Yes! But we must leave King Arthur alive. The master wishes to kill him himself."
There were a number of them marching to the same direction we were. I gasped silently. They were heading to Camelot!
Certain what? Take who? Where? Kill those who wouldn't kneel?
I felt hands touch my back. Flinching, I looked to my left.
"Shh... be utterly silent. I mean it." Lord Camberwell ordered, whispering.
His voice was sincere and compacted. Nodding, I looked back at the marching men.
They were wearing dark-grey woolen tops. Dashes of dusts were on their faces. Within their grasps were different varieties of weapons: blades, daggers, bows and many others. They had brown trousers inserted in shiny tanned leather boots.
"We strike through the east walls men!" One announced.
"How much time until we get there?
"With us not stopping for rest, about half a day..."
"Good, and how much loot do you say we get?"
Lord Camberwell pulled me away from the bush and dragged me to our camp. He held my shoulders.
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Spell; Melting Steel
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