Chapter III

“who is he?”

“Is he one of the knights of the round table?”

“yes he is”

“then, kill him!”

I cannot moved, even a tinge of a muscle. All I can do is listened to those voices. Who are they?

“No!, there must be a reason why he looked like that.” It is a voice of an old man, a familiar one.

“But, father. Perhaps, he came from the war… he killed our people, they enslave us! Is that not enough for us to kill him?” a girl, yes, a girl, with a beautiful voice, like an angel hymns, and she wanted to kill me. Lovely.

“No, remember, Tirrin, the Knights of the Round Table only take command they never battled. They only battled when there is a special war between kingdom to kingdom. They protected us all "“

“Yes, before, before the bloody king became a mad man. Enslave us, torture us, kill innocents and stole our foods while he let us famished, and die here without tasting what we are sweating for….and he let him killed mother!”  The lass cried.

I am sorry…