Lys: Fire and Steel

Aithne took another look at the big blond man, then at Gwenhwyfar. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes- more often dull as not in the past few years, flashed with a fire not seen in a long time. "Not if I have anything to do with it, he isn't." It was ridiculous, she knew, that she should be able to do anything of worth, but Master Lucius and Gwenhwyfar were working against it, and she served them. And an army marches on its stomach, as they say.

The Romans may be a soft people as a whole, but they were better neighbours than the Gauls ever would be. And the leader brought back the steel in her that she'd tried so hard to mask earlier.

Gwenhwyfar started across the courtyard then, and Aithne had a moment of indecision before following her with a slightly bowed head. Her back would not relax from its ramrod straightness, though. Now all we need is Mordred to make this little hellparty complete.