Aftermath

[Geoffrey]

With Cedwyn taking the body, Rodric moved to retrieve Gwynn's head and cradled it gently in his shield arm so he could keep his sword at the ready.

[GM Craig]

Powel nods towards a door. "Help me." Rodric lends the man an arm, and the three of you move through the great hall to the door. You open it, and step through into a hallway that looks nothing like the stairs to the dungeon. Uneasily, you lead him down the corridor to another door. You open that door and step out into a large field tent. Startled, you look behind you and see nothing but embroidered canvass.

Powel all but collapses, and Rodric helps him into a chair.

[Cedwyn]

Sorcery! A cry went up in Cedwyn's startled mind. For a moment, he panicked. What would God think of him for having gone with a wizard.

"Where are we?" He asked after taking a moment to find his voice, "We may need a patrol to sweep for enemies."

[GM Craig]

Powel says slowly, "The camp of the King, on their march back to Sarum."

[Cedwyn]

Cedwyn blanched..."How?"

[Geoffrey]

After helping Powel into the chair, Rodric himself looked for an out of the way place to sit, either in a chair or on the floor.  This had been a lot to take in, and in a very short time, he'd been wounded badly, once very near to death and the knight was exhausted.  Add to it wizards and witches and even his mind had grown weary.

So out of that exhaustion the knight remained quiet, holding the head of his fallen friend in his lap.  'I am sorry my friend.' he thought to himself.

'Had I performed better you could very likely still be alive.  May your spirit find peace and your loved ones forgive my failure.'

[GM Craig]

You hear the sound of steel being drawn from outside the tent, and three armed men rush in. They threaten you with swords and one of them yells, "Intruders in the king's tent!" You hear a larger commotion outside as the one who yelled says, "Drop your swords!"

In the chair beside you, Powel begins snoring.

[Geoffrey]

Rodric slowly looked up and realized he was still holding the sword in his hand.  He cautiously moved to place the weapon on the ground, giving it a bit of a flick at the end so it would be out of reach.

[Cedwyn]

Cedwyn immediately dropped his sword.

"It is us! Sir Cedwyn and Sir Rodric!" He called, giving Powel a glare.

[GM Craig]

The squires look dumbfounded for a moment, but someone else shoves his way through them to stand before you. You immediately recognize King Uther. He takes in the situation in a moment, glancing quickly at each of you. His eyes linger on Powel. Looking back up, he sees satisfied.

To the guards he says, "Stay your blades! Do you not recognize the first of my knights?" He points to one of them. "Away with you, and notify Salisbury that his lost knights have returned. They will be in their tents, recovering." The squire runs off. He points to two others. "Lewis, see these good knights to their tents. with all courtesy. Malverne, kindly see to their companion. And Delwyn? Find the chiurgeon Sannan and ask him to attend Sir Rodric at my request." Without another word to you, the Pendragon dismisses you.

With what be kindly described as brevity, you are whisked away from Uther's tent. Your last sight of him was him kneeling before Powel and gently taking his hand.

"My lords, if you will follow me," says Squire Lewis. A quick walk through the camp brings you to Sir Rodric's camp. Dejected looking soldiers suddenly stumble to their feet when they recognize Sir Rodric. Someone bellows a name, and the squire Suger emerges from a nearby tent, an arm in a sling and a bandage around his head. He runs up and salutes. "Lord Rodric! I thought you were dead!"

Leaving Rodric to get reacquainted with his household, Sir Cedwyn moves on with the king's squire.

[Splitting you guys to your personal boards. If you want to discuss things, you'll need to see each other out later.]