"Get him out of here," Lionel growled, the instant he was within earshot. "Ride until you see my father's keep, only stop then."
"My lord!" Their druid was an ancient man, infirm and weak-voiced. "We cannot in good conscience leave you behind to face a Chaos Lord like Sir Turquine alone! Your father would never forgive us such a transgression of duty."
"My father also won't forgive you if his youngest son is devoured by a Chaos mutant," Lionel replied back, his voice harsh and fierce. "It's my command, do it."
"But the car, it is part of your knightley presence," the groom argued, "even if Sir Turquine follows the Code Chivalric, he may use a part of your panoply leaving as an excuse for how you, yourself, have broken the Code. After that, this would simply become a matter of war, a skirmish in the endless conflict between Chaos and the Loyalists. And in such skirmishes no quarter is given to anyone present."
"But this is already a matter of war," Lionel argued, growing hot in his rage. "War is exactly what the Code Chivalric is for!"
"Nonetheless," the groom responded mildly, "we don't know the forces Sir Turquine has at his disposal. He could only have an army of mutated minions, or he could have other Chaos Knights under his command. What do we know of this abomination, at any rate?"
Lionel shrugged. "Sir Turquine is one of the Chaos Lords. Not the greatest or the least. They say he was once the Lord and Master of an island kingdom, but fell to Chaos and his entire realm was choked with sorcery as he disappeared within it, his God only knows for what purpose."
"He's a sorcerer?" Galahad whispered, a mix of fear and wonder in his voice. He dearly wished to witness his big brother destroy such a man.
"Possibly. He's a recluse among the known Lords, so it has only been guesswork." Lionel took a deep breath. "If he is, however, we have to expect to face things that do not belong in this universe, and I will be in for the duel of my life."
The cook swallowed sharply, quivering where she stood beside Galahad. Her instinct seemed to be to comfort the boy before her, and therefore derive comfort for herself, but she held back. Galahad wouldn't have minded, but he knew she had to think of him as a nobleman. She couldn't lay hands on one of his rank unless explicitly invited to. "Lord Prince, I have an idea, if you would let me speak it."
"Of course, Juliana," Lionel said, somehow managing a look of tenderness, despite his clear anger.
"I know this area of the isles very well, I grew up not far from here. The woods are dense, but not unnavigable if you know where to go, and I know the nearest village. Me and Prince Galahad can flee on foot before Sir Turquine arrives. When we reach the village, we will send word out to your father, who will send out his warriors, your brother Sir Bors, and other knights of the household."
Lionel seemed conflicted instantly, looking between Juliana and Galahad, frowning, no longer in rage, but in pure worry. "It doesn't sound safe."
"Nothing here is," she said softly. "But this is the best chance, I think."
"But I want to stay!" Galahad interjected. "I want to watch you slay the monster, brother!"
"It isn't safe," Lionel said, "you have to stay away from this, for now."
"You brought me here, to learn about the war, to become a part of it!" Galahad stood as firmly as he could, glaring up at Lionel.
Lionel clenched and unclenched his fists, taking a calming breath. "You are here because father told me to take you. To give you a few lessons in warfare and battle, perhaps to bond as well. In war, Galahad, warriors follow orders." He kneeled, so he was close to him. "Right now, I need you and Juliana to get out of here. It is very important you survive, get to the nearest village, and send for aid. I need you to do this." He looked over at Juliana, and added in a whisper, "besides, I'll be sending Juliana out whether you stay here or not, and I'd prefer if someone was with her to keep her safe. Do you understand?"
Galahad looked up at Juliana. He didn't fully understand everything involved, but he knew Juliana and Lionel were close, perhaps even lovers. Regardless of that, knights were supposed to protect women, that was how it was and would be. "I do," he said at last, bowing his head in glum agreement.
Lionel patted his shoulder, and very suddenly pulled him in a tight, embarrassing hug. "We will see each other again," he promised firmly.
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Barely ten minutes later, Galahad and Juliana exited the car, and ran into the woods. The woman had a long hunting knife and an ax on her girdle, and indeed moved with the practice of one who had grown up in the wild woods of Gramarye.
Galahad, to his frustration, had nothing but his wooden sword and a short knife that had been given to him as a birthday gift a few months back. He looked back at his brother's car, before it disappeared in the thickness of the woods. He felt frustration and anger well up inside him.
"Come on, Prince Galahad!" Juliana, to her credit, didn't sound fearful. "We need to move swiftly now."
Reminding himself they were seeking help, Galahad began to run after the woman, sticking close, almost touching her cloak.
Juliana reached into her pouch and produced a lump of chalk. She began to strike it on trees as they passed. "We can draw something with it later," she said quickly. Then she blushed, remembering she was talking to a prince, not a village child. "Sorry I…"
"No, that sounds fun!" Galahad smiled at her, jogging along.
Each tree they passed, Juliana would quickly scrabble a crude 'x'. "I'm certain I know the way," she assured him, "but one must be ever careful." They jumped over a stone, and kept moving.
Galahad was trained in the woods as well, he'd even gone on the hunt with his father before. He moved with remarkable ease, moving branches away easily without snapping them, springing over a spring as he went. "Can I draw one?" he asked, bored and a bit squirrelly.
She smiled and handed him the chalk. Galahad turned to the nearest tree. Immediately frowned. "Juliana, there is already an 'x' on this tree."
"What?" she turned.
There was indeed an x, drawn with chalk, on the tree before them, almost gleaming. "I must have already drawn it," she said after a moment, "I'm sorry, you get the next one."
The next tree also had a chalk x drawn on it. So did the next one. Juliana was pale as death, looking around fearfully. "No, no, this can't be happening, it isn't possible, we never turned."
Galahad kept calm. "We passed that rock before, right?" he pointed it out. "We jumped over it."
The poor woman seemed to be holding in her terror, but her voice shook as it came out. "Emperor protect us."
"He is a sorcerer, isn't he?" Galahad was strangely unafraid. It just felt to him like a fact that had to be accepted. "We only ran straight forward, no turns."
"Don't just say that," Juliana groaned. She drew her knife and ax, looking around as if monsters were going to spring out of the trees. "This time, we turn right there. We should hit a river, we can follow that downstream to the village."
They turned right, and at last there were no chalk marks on the tree. But to Galahad, the forest suddenly looked foreboding. There were no landmarks, no real distinction where they walked. It was all simply the heavy shadows of trees. He marked them now, almost desperately, to mark something physical out in the suddenly hazy world around him.
Juliana was speaking a prayer aloud, trying to bring some form of the Emperor's light to counter the witchery they had stumbled into. It didn't work. No light and no river came.
Then, ahead, they heard sounds. It wasn't the sound of a river. It was the sound of machines. They emerged from the bushes, into an all-to familiar clearing in the woods. Juliana stopped praying, covered her mouth, and held back a sob.
Lionel's car stood against one side of the clearing, and before it was Lionel's great and mighty Lancer, spear raised forth toward the foe.
Across from him stood several indistinct forms, what at first glance seemed to be a vine-choked boulder, and before the boulder stood another knight.
This was not the beautiful and holy machine that his brother piloted, Galahad knew immediately. It was a hideous form, twisted all over with thorny vines, pulsating with barely contained energy. It glowed in several places, pulsating masses that throbbed and hissed with an electricity that was nearly alive. A thorned ax dangled from one arm, a bulging gun from the other. It seemed to sway in the breeze.
"Sir Turquine!" Lionel's voice was firm and proud, and despite the situation, Galahad felt excited and absolutely certain of his brother's victory. "You are a blight upon this world, a blight that shall be removed one life at a time! This day you have challenged Sir Lionel, the highest knight of Benioc, and this day shall be your death."
Sir Turquine did not answer. Slowly, his corrupted monstrosity rose a foot, and placed it down. It stepped closer and closer, in clear challenge and defiance.
"So be it!" Lionel shifted his own mount into a defensive stance, and suddenly Galahad was certain that he could see him.
The strength deflated from Lionel suddenly. "No!" Was his final word before battle was joined.