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loved_by_twoSomehow, Guinevere and Lancelot made it to his rooms. She sat him down on his bed and went to close his door, but not before sending for warm water and clean cloths. She leaned heavily against the door for a moment as her mind tried to race through the fog of pain that was threatening to consume her.
A Rider.
They had to send a rider to Arthur and the others. They needed to know what had happened. She and Lancelot...they needed to have him close by, just so they could make sure that he was unharmed. There was no way to know how many ambushes had been set up.
No, Arthur needed to come back so that they could take inventory of what was happening around them. She had to have both of them near her so she could see that they were alive. God, Arthur had to be alive. Please, do not let another ambush have been set up for Arthur.
She swallowed past the taste of blood in her mouth and moved back to Lancelot's side. This fight had taken a lot out of both of them. While part of her spirit had sung the bloodsong of her people once again, the other part of her had known that it was an encounter that niether she, nor Lancelot, were in prime fighting condition to deal with it.
She moved to Lancelot's side and silently began unfastening straps and undoing buckles to help him get out of his armour. As she helped divest him of his armour, she did her best to hide the sight of his back plate from him. It was smeared quite liberally with her blood and she did not want him to see it and become worried about her condition.
"Guinevere."
"In a moment," she said softly, taking off the rest of his armour.
"You're bleeding."
"As are you," she responded gently as she removed his gauntlets and frowned at the arrow wound and at the wounds on his shoulder and his upper arm.
Tears filled her eyes as she took in the hidden wounds he had sustained. She went to the door and opened it to allow the warm water to be brought into Lancelot's room. She had yet to meet her beloved's eyes with her own as she began to cut his shirt away.
After she stared at his chest and stomach for a long moment, she looked into his pain-filled eyes.
"We could have lost you," she whispered in a hoarse voice as she began to clean the blood off of his skin. Her touch was featherlight, but she knew that she was causing him pain, even if he didn't say so.
She kneeled on the floor at his side as her own strength started to give way. She looked him over as she continued to clean him up so Merlin would have an easier time attending to his wounds.
"Merlin will be here soon," she swallowed past the pain. "I will send a rider to Arthur to alert him and to call him back."
She tried not to lift her head because it tore at her throat and the pain from that was blinding. It made her want to just close her eyes and float away. She knew that Lancelot had heard what the Saxon had said on the battlefield. She knew it had caused him a moment of distraction where he was probably wounded again. She knew he had seen the wound at her throat and she couldn't read his eyes right now. If she could keep him focused more on his wounds and not hers, then he wouldn't be able to find out about any of the ones she was hiding from him.
She could do this. She could maintain self-control until her father got here. Then, she could slip away while all attention was on her beloved and deal with her own wounds and pain.
"Soon, love," she promised. "Soon."
A Rider.
They had to send a rider to Arthur and the others. They needed to know what had happened. She and Lancelot...they needed to have him close by, just so they could make sure that he was unharmed. There was no way to know how many ambushes had been set up.
No, Arthur needed to come back so that they could take inventory of what was happening around them. She had to have both of them near her so she could see that they were alive. God, Arthur had to be alive. Please, do not let another ambush have been set up for Arthur.
She swallowed past the taste of blood in her mouth and moved back to Lancelot's side. This fight had taken a lot out of both of them. While part of her spirit had sung the bloodsong of her people once again, the other part of her had known that it was an encounter that niether she, nor Lancelot, were in prime fighting condition to deal with it.
She moved to Lancelot's side and silently began unfastening straps and undoing buckles to help him get out of his armour. As she helped divest him of his armour, she did her best to hide the sight of his back plate from him. It was smeared quite liberally with her blood and she did not want him to see it and become worried about her condition.
"Guinevere."
"In a moment," she said softly, taking off the rest of his armour.
"You're bleeding."
"As are you," she responded gently as she removed his gauntlets and frowned at the arrow wound and at the wounds on his shoulder and his upper arm.
Tears filled her eyes as she took in the hidden wounds he had sustained. She went to the door and opened it to allow the warm water to be brought into Lancelot's room. She had yet to meet her beloved's eyes with her own as she began to cut his shirt away.
After she stared at his chest and stomach for a long moment, she looked into his pain-filled eyes.
"We could have lost you," she whispered in a hoarse voice as she began to clean the blood off of his skin. Her touch was featherlight, but she knew that she was causing him pain, even if he didn't say so.
She kneeled on the floor at his side as her own strength started to give way. She looked him over as she continued to clean him up so Merlin would have an easier time attending to his wounds.
"Merlin will be here soon," she swallowed past the pain. "I will send a rider to Arthur to alert him and to call him back."
She tried not to lift her head because it tore at her throat and the pain from that was blinding. It made her want to just close her eyes and float away. She knew that Lancelot had heard what the Saxon had said on the battlefield. She knew it had caused him a moment of distraction where he was probably wounded again. She knew he had seen the wound at her throat and she couldn't read his eyes right now. If she could keep him focused more on his wounds and not hers, then he wouldn't be able to find out about any of the ones she was hiding from him.
She could do this. She could maintain self-control until her father got here. Then, she could slip away while all attention was on her beloved and deal with her own wounds and pain.
"Soon, love," she promised. "Soon."
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:24 am (UTC)"And Merlin better be here soon." He unsheathed a small knife and slowly began to cut away Guinevere's cloak, seeing but choosing to, for the moment, ignore the wound that has come dangerously close to taking her away from him completely.
"When you're both seen to, you're going to tell me exactly what happened. Lancelot," he snapped, a little forcefully. "Stay with me, dammit."
He bit his lip in concentration, knowing that he would hurt her however gentle he was, but still wanting to try and keep it as little as possible. "Both of you keep talking; let me know you're still with us."
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:29 am (UTC)" Twelve Saxons came out of the forest. Muttered some incoherent nonsense about taking revenge..." Lancelot trailed off and waved his only functioning hand in the air." It would seem that there's more of these bastards than we first thought. But I have to wonder how they managed to land and get in so close without us knowing..." His voice trailed off again and eyes blinked a few times as they grew heavy.
He then pulled himself to his feet and took to pacing. He could see the questions forming in both Guinevere and Arthur's eyes and simply answered without being questioned outloud." It'll help to keep me awake."
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:37 am (UTC)She clenched her jaw as the material was pulled away from the sword wound along her ribs. She made fists at her sides as the material was pulled free of the arrow wound to the back of her shoulder.
But when the material and her hair started to pull away from her throat, a cry was forced from her and she pitched forward. Dizziness and nausea rose up as she fought to regain her equilibrium. If Lancelot could walk as badly wounded as he was, she could force herself to stay awake.
She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she fought back tears and the taste of blood. She would not do this. She would not be made to be weak because of a few wounds.
She tried to focus on Lancelot's words, but the pain...
"It bothers me that no one noticed them before now..." Talking was so not helping.
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Date: 2005-03-28 10:44 am (UTC)"Where is Merlin?" They were both losing too much blood - and they were both too badly injured to have just him there with them. Where were those healers.
"I was on my way back because I'd heard rumours - I didn't know that they...." He trailed off, throwing the cloak to the side and biting back the frustrated sigh he wanted to let out at seeing Guinevere's wounds.
He'd been right.
"God, I didn't want to come home to see you two like this; I'd wanted you to stay safe." There's more than one reason as to why I won't take you both with me.