As the two of them stood there, she turned and looked up at him, the waters of the lake reflected in her soulful eyes. She looked back at him with such love and devotion, he felt his heart melt. He knew deep in his bones that he had made the right choice. There was no finer woman he could hope to be with.
“My Lord,” she said, looking down to the ground softly, “I don’t know how to thank you. You saved my life.”
He reached down, placed a finger under her chin, leaned in, and kissed her. They kissed for a long time, and her lips were the smoothest thing he’d ever felt. She leaned in, kissing him firmly, running a hand along his cheek, as he ran a hand along hers. He reached up and brushed back her hair gently, outlining the curve of her beautiful face. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, from any corner of the kingdom, and he could hardly believe his luck to be with her.
“You have nothing to thank me for,” he replied. “It is you who has saved me. You saved me from an empty life, from searching for my love.”
She took his hand and led him to the mossy ground beside the lake. They sat down beside the crystal clear waters, and as the second sun began to set, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he reached over and draped a hand around her shoulder, holding her tight.
“I waited for you every day with bated breath,” she said, “as you competed in your tournaments. When they sold me into slavery, I fought with everything I had. But they were too powerful for me. I cried and cried for days, thinking only of you.”
The thought tore Erec up inside.
“I’m sorry, my lady,” he said. “I should have known the innkeeper would deal with you in that way. I should have been there sooner to protect you.”
She smiled up at him.
“You protect me now,” she said. “That is all that matters.”
“I shall protect you with everything I have, for the rest of my days,” he said.
She leaned in and they kissed again, holding it for a long time.
She pulled back, and he looked into her eyes, and was entranced.
“My lady,” he said, “I can see in your eyes that you are of special birth. Can’t you tell me your secret?”
She turned and looked away, a sadness overcoming her face.
“I don’t want to withhold anything from you, my Lord,” she said. “But I made a vow, never to reveal were I am from.”
“But why such a vow?” he asked. “Could the place be so terrible?”
“The place was beautiful, my Lord,” she said. “More beautiful than anything I have ever seen. That is not why I left.”
“Then tell me,” he said, intrigued. “Tell me at least one thing about your past. Am I correct? Do you hail from royalty?”
She looked to the lake, sighed, waited a long time, then looked back at him.
“If I tell you one thing,” she said, “will you vow not to ask again?”
Erec nodded back.
“I vow,” he said solemnly.
She looked into his eyes, then finally, said:
“I am daughter to a king.”
Erec, despite himself, was amazed at the news. He had sensed it, but to hear her say the words surprised him. Now he was infused with a burning desire to know which king she hailed from; why she had left; why she had chosen to become a maidservant; what had happened in her past; why the secrecy. He was dying to know more.
But he had vowed, and as a man of honor, he would not break his vow.
“Very well, my lady,” he said. “I shall not ask you again. But know this: whatever it is that happened in your past, I am here to protect you now, and I love you more than my heart can say. You and I shall start a new life together. One that you shall be proud to speak of for the rest of your days.”
She broke into a wide smile.
“I would like that,” she said. “I would like to start life over again.”
Alistair leaned in and kissed him, and they held it for a long time, as a light breeze caressed them.
“Every night,” she said, “in my servitude, I prayed for a man like you. Someone to appear and rescue me from all of this. But I never dreamed someone as great as you would arrive. Every prayer I have ever had has been answered in you, and I shall spend the rest of my life in your devotion.”
They kissed again, and as twilight rose, they lay down on the grass, kissing in each other’s arms. And for the first time in as long as he could remember, Erec felt as if everything were right in the world.
*
Erec woke at the crack of dawn, sensing something was off. He looked all around, alert. He still held Alistair in his arms, as he had all night long, and could see the content smile on her face. He felt deeply relaxed having her with him. The trees were still, the lake gentle, and all he could hear was the sound of the first birds beginning to wake.
Yet still, the warrior instinct within Erec told him that something was wrong.
He jumped to his feet, threw on his chainmail, and walked over to Warkfin, who he could see was prancing just the slightest bit, his ears moving back. Warkfin sensed it, too: something was off.
As Erec stood there, he began to feel the slightest tremor in the earth, and he knew something was happening. He quickly hurried over and roused Alistair.
“What is it, my Lord?” she asked, waking with concern in her eyes.
“I do not know,” he responded. “But we must move quickly.”
He picked her up and mounted her on the back of the horse, then jumped up himself, mounted on the front, and kicked it.
They rode down the forest trail, to the top of a small hill, where he had an advantageous lookout over the hills below. As they reached the top he stopped, and was shocked by what he saw.
Hundreds of men in armor rode in his direction, wearing the distinctive shiny green armor of that Lord from Baluster. They had followed his trail. They were not letting it go: they wanted vengeance. This Lord was even more powerful than Erec had thought: even in death, his men would not let it go.
Erec realized in an instant that he had a war on his hands.
He dismounted, turned and looked up at Alistair.
“Listen to me carefully,” he instructed, intense. “You must ride far away from here, before this army arrives. Take the path through the forest, and stay north. It will bring you to Savaria. Seek out the Duke and my old friend Brandy. They will take care of you. You will be safe there.”
She sat there on the prancing horse and looked down at him with terror.
“But what of you, my Lord?” she asked.
“I must stay here and confront this army,” he said.
Her eyes opened wide in panic, as she looked from Erec to the horizon and back again.
“But my Lord, you are terribly outnumbered,” she said. “You cannot survive!”
He shook his head grimly.
“Whether I survive or not makes little difference,” he said. “What matters is that you survive. If they kill me here, today, they may be satisfied and turn back; and if you are safe within the gates of Savaria, they will not pursue you. But if you stay here with me, you will die-or worse, be captured. If I die, I will die content knowing that you are safe.”
She looked down at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“My Lord, please don’t do this!” she pleaded. “Why can we not flee together?”
Erec shook his head.
“I swore an oath of honor,” he said. “As a member of The Silver, honor is my badge. I can never run, from any foe, for any reason. I am sorry, but my honor obligates me.”
He came close to her, his heart breaking to see her distress.
“Know how much I love you,” he urged. “Now go!” he called out, and slapped Warkfine hard, startling him and forcing him to take off, Alistair hanging onto the reins, but looking back over her shoulder, weeping.