"Wha? What is it Marie? Whats wrong?" Thomas asked as he pulled himself out of the water, he'd left all his cloths back in the clearing, five minutes away... He suddenly felt how naked and vulnerable he was and it made him shiver.
Marie looked around, checking if they had left anything behind before tugging Thomas towards the path to the clearing. "I'm not sure, but all the forest dwellers are suddenly silent. It's not a good sign, come on!" She tugged a bit more, the fright present in her voice and her expression.
Thomas knew well to take a gypsy woman's intuition to heart. So he followed, down the path, away from the clearing they had slept in, and his cloths. Hoof-beats became audible then. Someone was in the forest with them. Thomas knew with a certainty that it was the mercenaries.
Nearly running, Marie heard the hoof beats. She looked around and saw that there were trees about, surely their must be a cave that they could hide in, something. She felt her son growing heavier, and knew it wasn't just that her arms were sore. He was still growing as fast as ever. Whispering words that she hoped her grandmother could hear across the barriers of the realms, Marie moved closer to Thomas. "Grandmother, you said that we were the last hope, but if we don't get out of it, that small candle's flame might soon be expired as well." She looked at Thomas, frightened.
Thomas shared Marie's frightened expression. He senced that she was tiring, having carried the child, he reached into her arms, taking the baby into his. He ran, keeping Marie tight at his side. Tristan was layed up over his shoulder, looking back. There seemed to be no shelter, no place to hide whatsoever... Thomas felt his lungs start to burn... "Da-aa-aa-dy! St-oo-oo-op!" Tristan suddenly said. Thomas ground to a halt then, and extened Tristan out to arms length, looking into the boys eyes.
Looking terrified, Marie reguarded her son. She felt pride that he could talk, but he'd chosen a bad time, place, and volume to do it in. She gathered her coat about her and pressed closer to Thomas. She didn't know what the mercinaries would do to Thomas, or her son, or even her, but she knew it wasn't going to be good if they caught the family. "Tristan, what's wrong?" She said quietly, trying to get him to mimic her hushed tones.
"Momma, momma stop. We stop." Tristan urged, his youthful features were completely free of worry. Tristan struggled out of Thomas's arms, and plopped down, sitting indian style. Thomas whriled around, looking back down the path. The hoof beats were drawing closer. Tristan reached out and touched Thomas's leg. "Daddy, stop."
Looking at her young son, Marie felt hysterical tears start up. She pushed them down, trying to remain calm as she looked from Tristan to Thomas. "Thomas, what should we do?"
"I... I..." Thomas stammered, as he looked back again while crouching down. There was a horse coming into view. Tristan patted his hand against Thomas again. "Daddy, shh." Thomas turned to look into his son's eyes, and when he did, the child reached up and patted Thomas on the lips. "Shh, daddy, shh, mommy." He turned and patted his little fingertips against Marie's lips too, smiling as he settled back into his cross-legged seating.
Frightened as she was, Marie knew that her son was touched by the forest, and knew more about it than she or Thomas ever would. Walking silently over to Thomas, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck, fighting to stave off tears. She hoped that the spirits of the forest would protect her son if anything happened to her, and she hoped that they would take her instead of Thomas. If it came down to it, she would offer herself as a trade for his life to the mericnaries.
As Thomas, Marie and Tristan huddled together, just off the path, the mercenaries rode up... And past the three of them... It was all Thomas could do to keeps still and not balk as one of the mercenaries drew particularly close to him as he passed. "Keep a move on men, the little bastard must be close, is cloths were back there in the clearing after all. Keep your eyes open." One of them growled in annoyance. Before long, they had pushed on past, and out of sight. Thomas turned his eyes down upon Tristan in amasment. The boy just flashed an innocent smile.
Steadying herself with a hand on a nearby tree, Marie thought she was going to faint. Relief coursed through her veins as she leaned over to swoop Tristan into a loving hug, stroking his hair. "Thank you Tristan, my son." She smiled and kissed his forhead before looking at Thomas. Her eyes over brimmed with tears of happiness.
"Lets not waste his gift my love..." Thomas said, his voice showing his amasment. Somehow, Tristan had hidden them from the mercenaries eyes. Tristan smiled softly and reached up to rub at his eyes, he looked exhausted, his eyes drooping. Thomas stood, picked the boy up and let him rest against his shoulder. He reached down to help Marie to her feet then. "I don't want to risk going back the way we came, they could have left some of their men there to wait for me..." He tossed about for a moment, no idea which direction to go.
Nodding, Marie rose to her feet and looked at father and son. She then motioned Thomas to follow her, and started picking route through the trees. She was careful to avoid broken branches, or anything that would make noise. "Follow me Love, I can get us back to the camp."
"Marie, they will most likely be waiting for me at the camp..." Thomas protested softly as he hefted Tristan up a little. The boy was drifting to sleep right on his shoulder.
Smiling at Thomas, she lead him slowly through the woods, taking them up hill, through the forest, and in a circle. After about 20 minutes of solid walking, she stopped, and motioned for quiet, pointing at the fact that they were directly uphill of the camp.
"Oh..." Thomas gave Marie a sheepish smile. He looked down at the camp, there were two men settled around a restocked fire. They were obviously with the mercenaries, as one had a broad sword resting by his side while he cut at a stick of hard meat with a dagger and the other had a battle axe with him. Thomas's eyes went wide. "My father will hire anyone to find me... I... I just don't understand why..." Thomas's voice shook with emotion. It was obviously something that weighed upon his soul heavilly.
Turning to Marie, Thomas gave her a forced smile. "My love, I will be fine." He leaned in and kissed her brow. "We may not have to get by them..." Thomas said, looking about the ground at his feet. He spoted a rock. "Marie, can you take Tristan for but a moment?" He asked softly.
Still worried, Marie looked at Thomas. Carefully, she gathered her son in her arms and settled down on a stump with his head pillowed against her shoulder. Marie looked up at her love and forced a light smile. "Good luck Thomas."
Kneeling down, Thomas took up the rock, it fit nicely in his palm. He stood up then, peired out at the mercenaries, looked off to their side, aimed the rock and threw it as hard and as quietly as he could. It thunked against the trunk of a tree. The two men looked up and over toward the sound. One rose to his feet, snatching up his broad sword. "Get up." He shot at the other as he continued to sit. The other reluctantly stood and looked in the direction the noice had come from. A moment passed and it seemed they wern't going to take the bait, when some more noice came from the same direction. Thomas had been holding his breath, and when he heard the noice as well, he struggled not to make a sound. The two mercenaries moved off into the woods together, looking for the source of the sound. Only then did Thomas let out his relieved sigh. "Come on, we don't have much time..." He whispered to Marie. Walking out into the open cautiously, Thomas saw that their horses were still there, tied up where they had left them. His clothes had been wadded up and used as a make shift pillow by the axe weilding mercenary. Thomas rushed over, doned his cloths quickly and moved over to his horse, he looked over to Marie then.
Hurrying down with Tristan in her arms, Marie set her son down carefully leaning against a tree. She gathered her skirt and fastened it, looking around and spotting her ripped bodice. Gathering the coat around her, she fastened it up, making sure no skin was showing. She went over to her son and picked him up again, staggering a bit under his weight. She carried him over to her horse, and looked back at Thomas. "Help me get him up, please love?"
Rushing over to Marie, Thomas helped her get the sleeping Tristan up on her horse. "There my love." He breathed as he caught her in his arms for a quick, yet empassioned kiss. He hoisted her up onto her horse then, and ran back to his, slipping into his saddle with ease. With a flick of the reins he steered his next to Marie, waiting till she was ready to bolt.
Mounting her horse behind Tristan, Marie gathered her son in her arms and took the reins. She nodded to Thomas and urged the horse to a canter through the trees, back to the uphill that they had been on recently, carefull to hold her son tight.
When it seemed that they were out of immediate danger, Thomas sidled up next to Marie. "We will go back to the gypsy camp as I promised, my love. Put things to right for your family... From there... We will see..." He had honestly no clue where to go or what to do with the gypsy clan slaughtered. He couldn't go home, he had no home anymore...