{"id":22119,"date":"2013-11-01T23:50:00","date_gmt":"2013-11-01T23:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/01\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-29\/"},"modified":"2013-11-01T23:50:00","modified_gmt":"2013-11-01T23:50:00","slug":"it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-29","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/01\/it-takes-a-while-to-track-him-down-camelot-is-not-29\/","title":{"rendered":"It takes a while to track him down; Camelot is not a small place, even just the castle. Finally Summer finds him in the armory, putting away his weapons after practise. “Mordred.” There’s only one door, so she stands in it, trying to look a little intimidating. It’s hard to be angry at him, though; her voice comes out more worried. “Mordred. What are you hiding from me?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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xregicide-deactivated20140812<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span>M<\/strong>ordred stopped, placing his vambrace down on the bench, his heart sinking. For a moment he concentrates completely on his armour, how could he answer such a question? Telling her would mean her life and the lives of those whom called Camelot home. An\u00a0<\/span>impossible<\/em> predicament. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0T<\/strong>he young knight turns to face her, his fingers brushing lightly against the metal of his armour. \u201cI\u2019m not hiding anything\u201d he tells her simply.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Your sword is too heavy for me, my lord. And you will need it.” She summons all her courage, everything she has left, but cannot find a smile for him. Instead she squares her shoulders and takes a step, and another step.\u00a0Away from him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Away.<\/p>\n

She doesn\u2019t know where she\u2019s going. She was already lost before they captured her, and for all she knows they\u2019re in Caerleon by now, or Mercia. Ismere. It doesn\u2019t matter. Just one foot in front of the other.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0R<\/strong>eluctantly he drew the sword back, placing it carefully at his hip. \u201cCamelot is that way,\u201d he tells her, pointing to East of where he stood. Truth was he didn\u2019t need it, he had magic, he could use that. But then again she had magic and she could use it too. \u201cBe careful.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer can feel Mordred, feel the other men, receding behind her. The little part of her mind that isn\u2019t numb wonders how he will manage to extricate himself from the bandits \u2014 Ragnor is still there, and now he knows that Mordred knows her \u2014 things could go very badly.<\/p>\n

But she\u2019s so tired. As before, she doesn\u2019t know how long she walks; it\u2019s just one foot in front of the other, until darkness overtakes her. She curls up in a ball in between the roots of a tree and shivers herself to sleep.<\/p>\n

Firelight in her eyes wakes her. Robed figures stand in a semi-circle around her, a few torches illuminating their figures, and the first faint light of dawn behind them. Fear starts in her eyes, but her magic tells her, safe. Someone\u2019s hands are about her shoulders, helping her uncurl. They don\u2019t speak, but another offers her a waterskin, presses a chunk of bread into her hand.<\/p>\n

A cloak is wrapped around her body, and the figures guide her to a cave, not far away, where there is warmth, and blankets, and a cup of hot soup. She drowses for a while, physical needs soothed, until someone \u2014 a woman, hood back \u2014 sits down next her.<\/p>\n

“You are well, now?”<\/p>\n

Summer looks at her hands, all the emotion welling back up. It\u2019s like ripping the cap off a deep well. But she screws herself up, and lies. \u201cI am well.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman\u2019s hand closes over hers, the edge of her sleeve riding back to show a triskelion mark. \u201cIt is hard to be caught in the mill of another\u2019s fate. Be at peace. We will take you to Camelot.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid: iamthefirechild: xregicide-deactivated20140812: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Mordred stopped, placing his vambrace down on the bench, his heart sinking. For a moment he concentrates completely on his armour, how could he answer such a question? Telling her would mean her life and the lives of those whom called Camelot home. An\u00a0impossible predicament. \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The young … Continue reading It takes a while to track him down; Camelot is not a small place, even just the castle. Finally Summer finds him in the armory, putting away his weapons after practise. “Mordred.” There’s only one door, so she stands in it, trying to look a little intimidating. It’s hard to be angry at him, though; her voice comes out more worried. “Mordred. What are you hiding from me?”<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,2390,2620,2619,2399,2025,2618],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22119"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22119"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22119\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}