But Sir Galahad's Dead

"We are embarked on another quest that can not be delayed."

They moved out of our path and bid us farewell with a "May the peace of the Lord go with you" which we acknowledged with "And also with you." Then, we whipped up ours horses and continued on our way.

After a short ride, we reached the henge. Slightly to my surprise, the sorceress was already, as she had so she would be. The moment that we were close, she greeted us with a "Welcome back, sir gallant. Let’s get Sir Galahad returned to back to his own time as quickly as possible."

My companion turned to me and took my gauntlet in his. "I still don’t know why you have brought me to the future, Sir Perceval," he said, "But it is of no importance. You, a Knight of the Round Table, asked me to come and that is enough. So, goodbye until we meet again."

"Hang on," I said. "The least that I can do is see you back to the monastery."

Morgan le Fey looked a little put out at my words, but did not gainsay me. Neither did Sir Galahad. So, all three of us went back through the gate.

In the short time that I had away from it, I had forgotten just how grim life had been. The sky was again over cast and not at all like the spring that I had just left. The countryside was as desolate as before and I could hear the howl of the wolves again. As the wind chilled me to the bone and I huddled in my cloak, I nearly regretted my decision to return. However, I had taken my companion from the monastery so it was my duty to see him safely back.

On the way a storm started to blow up so we headed into a forest for shelter. Once among the leafless trees, we dismounted then lit a fire to warm ourselves. I was just throwing another log onto it when I heard a noise behind me. Saxons! I turned and drew my sword as a dozen of them charged into out of the gloom. The next minute, the clearing was filled with a melee as Christian knight fought pagan warrior to the death.

My blade was covered in blood by the time that I had cut my way to the horses The moment that I was at the side of my own, I parried a blow from my nearest foe then swung myself in the saddle. Then, I dug in my spurs. My steed immediately sprang forward and two Saxons disappeared under his hooves, screaming in pain as their souls sped on their way to Hell.

My eyes did not linger on their bodies. Instead, as I looked around for more enemies to slay, I could see that Sir Galahad was also doing sterling work with his sword- the ground at his feet was covered in dead and wounded foemen. Those still on their feet were now keeping their distance. I was about to charge in on them when I saw one of their number creeping up behind him. In desperation, I cried a warning, but too late. A moment later a spear was buried in his back.

At that, I went berserk! A man on a horse is more that a match for a dozen on foot and us Knights of the Round Table are more than a match for a dozen lesser men. Minutes later, the only Saxons left in the clearing were dead or dying.

Ignoring those of my foe still alive, I quickly dismounted and knelt down by my companion. He received only one wound, but still, it was mortal.