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G through L › King Arthur
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,804
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own King Arthur, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Things happened quickly, charging the air with volatile ferocity as Aete confronted Arthur. She was smart enough to not do it amidst the men and women at the crowded tavern but the sight of her dragging her commander (a full two heads taller than herself) toward the principia hall set tongues to wagging.
The knights assembled eyed one another carefully then bolted to follow the two, pausing to watch when Aete reached the principia hall steps and roughly hauled Arthur to his feet and thrust him inside.
All eyes turned to Tristan.
The older man cocked an eyebrow, “What are we waiting for?”
Like a group of boys in the yard, the men raced into the hall, Gawain paused long enough to close the large doors and secure them before heading inside, where Aete’s shouts already began to echo all around.
“WHY DOES THREE QUARTERS OF THE 11TH TRAVEL WITH THE BISHOP?!” Aete’s face darkened dangerously as she used her body to push Arthur toward the wall. She stalked forward a step, a sight that sent shivers up Tristan’s spine as he recalled her finest moments in the arena then returned to the moment at hand as Aete placed her closed fist against Arthur’s breastbone.
“To the north, the Saxon’s lay siege, to the south, the Woads grow stronger and Rome…?” She cocked her head, “Why have we no new envoys to replace the troops among the wall?” Her hand gestured to the knight’s assembled behind them, “When we leave,” Aete tapped her fist on his chest, “You leave and Rome has not sent a new commander to take charge of one of Her most valuable assets. Why is that Artorius?”
Arthur, his back pressed firmly up against the wall as his best stood before him, anger and betrayal in her eyes. What was worse was the simple fact that Arthur had no answers to Aete’s questions.
Arthur was never one to question the ways of the Roman Emperor let alone the Bishops or the Pope. He only recalled fairness, equality and the enlightened peoples during his visit to the high city in his idyllic youth. Arthur knew that in his heart of hearts, all he had been taught was how civilized people lived. He did not possess the insight of the dark heart of the Roman Empire, one Aete was all too familiar with.
The knights assembled eyed one another carefully then bolted to follow the two, pausing to watch when Aete reached the principia hall steps and roughly hauled Arthur to his feet and thrust him inside.
All eyes turned to Tristan.
The older man cocked an eyebrow, “What are we waiting for?”
Like a group of boys in the yard, the men raced into the hall, Gawain paused long enough to close the large doors and secure them before heading inside, where Aete’s shouts already began to echo all around.
“WHY DOES THREE QUARTERS OF THE 11TH TRAVEL WITH THE BISHOP?!” Aete’s face darkened dangerously as she used her body to push Arthur toward the wall. She stalked forward a step, a sight that sent shivers up Tristan’s spine as he recalled her finest moments in the arena then returned to the moment at hand as Aete placed her closed fist against Arthur’s breastbone.
“To the north, the Saxon’s lay siege, to the south, the Woads grow stronger and Rome…?” She cocked her head, “Why have we no new envoys to replace the troops among the wall?” Her hand gestured to the knight’s assembled behind them, “When we leave,” Aete tapped her fist on his chest, “You leave and Rome has not sent a new commander to take charge of one of Her most valuable assets. Why is that Artorius?”
Arthur, his back pressed firmly up against the wall as his best stood before him, anger and betrayal in her eyes. What was worse was the simple fact that Arthur had no answers to Aete’s questions.
Arthur was never one to question the ways of the Roman Emperor let alone the Bishops or the Pope. He only recalled fairness, equality and the enlightened peoples during his visit to the high city in his idyllic youth. Arthur knew that in his heart of hearts, all he had been taught was how civilized people lived. He did not possess the insight of the dark heart of the Roman Empire, one Aete was all too familiar with.