“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
The fallen knight let his arm fall, eyes already starting to roll back in his head. “It will … only begin … again,” he mumbled, and passed out.Summer looked down at him, and then back up at Arthur. “I’m not sure if that was agreement or not,” she admitted. “But he certainly didn’t say no. I think we had better put him up on my horse and get off the path; we can’t go far, but at least off the path and have his armour off.”
Arthur let out a sigh and placed his sword back into the holder and looked over at Summer. “You’re right, let’s take him back to the castle, perhaps Gaius might be able to help us with him. He might be able to heal his wounds,” he suggested, helping Summer get the fallen knight off the road.
Summer peeled up the chain and paused. “I … don’t think we can wait that long.” There was blood oozing out of a terrible mass of crushed, cut and bruised flesh. The links had left deep marks in the skin.
“I need water. And something to wrap him with, I have to stop the bleeding.”