“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“No!” Summer flung up her hands, trying to shield the fallen knight, who reached up, trying to push them aside. “I meant the other way. Maybe if we help him, heal him, take care of him … maybe he only wants you to kill him because he thinks he’s dying anyway.”
Arthur blinked and nodded his head, “Alright, that sounds like a better plan anyway. I didn’t want to harm and kill him anyway. Is that alright? May we help and try to heal this pain?” he asked, looking at the knight.
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.”