Golden Eyes

“You stay here and watch the horses. There may be bandits in these woods, and I fear Guinevere doesn’t have the time for us to walk back to Camelot.”“Of course, sire.” The knight dips his head in grim agreement, taking the reins of his king’s horse and guiding it to a sturdy tree, where he secures it alongside his own. He turns back to him. “Be careful, Arthur. We musnt lose both the king and the queen at once.”“I know.” Arthur pats the man on the shoulder as he passes by. He halts before he turns the next corner. “Leon. Thank you.”..Arthur goes in search of aid. He doesn’t expect the familiar face that he finds.