“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.”
Arthur nodded, jogging to the horses and grabbed the small jugs which had the water inside. He also grabbed one of his extra shirts from his pack and ran back over to where Summer and the knight was sitting by.
“Here, I got some water and one of my extra tunics. You can rip it apart to wrap his wounds.”
“Oh good,” Summer said half-absently. She held out her hands, not even looking up, and quickly cut the tunic along the seams with a little pocket knife. Soaking half in the water, she wiped away as much of the blood as she could, then looked back up at Arthur with compressed lips. “I don’t think he’ll make it back to town, and …. well, look.” The wound was clearly very bad. Without expert help, the knight would probably die in a few days. She cut the rest of the tunic into strips, but she couldn’t help feeling it was a hopeless task. “What did he mean by ‘it will begin again’?”