One time, Uwaine got kidnapped and all of their equipment taken by a Saxon raiding party of about thirty men. They thought to hold the squire hostage for gold, believing that all British Lords were covered with gold. Gerraint had gone into the village to trade, but when he got back, he soon realized what happened, and he became terribly worried even as he got terribly angry. The Princess tracked the raiding party for three days. Gerraint admitted the Princess, being specially gifted by Artemis herself, could track a man across linoleum with her eyes shut. No one knew what he was talking about, but they got the idea.
After three days, she found Uwaine hold up in a cave, his hands holding tight to his sword. Deerrunner and a half-dozen elves were with him and had their bows out. Half of the raiding party died, shot through with only one arrow each, such was the skill of the elves, but the other half hunkered down behind some boulders at the bottom of the hill of the cave. They appeared to be arguing about whether to burn the boy out or just wait until he starved.
The Princess arrived in time to find Bogus and two dozen dwarfs sneaking up from behind. The Princess had no doubt they meant to finish the job the elves started. She put her hands to her hips, tapped her foot sharply and let out an “Ahem!” to clear her throat. The dwarfs turned around, whipped off their hats, or in this case helmets, and looked down, shy. A few shuffled one foot or the other against the dirt.
When the Princess stepped forward, Gerraint came home and shouted to the Saxons to get everyone’s attention. “Go home.” He thought that sounded nice and succinct. “Gather up your dead and go back to Sussex, poorer, but hopefully wiser.”
One man stood and reached for his sword, but Gerraint had taken to wearing his sword across his back, Kairos style, and he could draw it fast as a gunslinger, and without cutting his own ear, he was pleased to say. He had Salvation out and at the man’s throat before the man got a full grip on his hilt.
“Go home,” Gerraint repeated, and two dozen well-armed dwarfs, helmets back on, came to the edge of the woods and gave the meanest stares they could muster. Gerraint struggled not to laugh at some of the faces. The Saxons did not laugh at all. They gathered their dead as quickly as they could and rode off into the distance even as Bedwyr, Gawain, Percival and his squire, Agravain and a dozen men, Arthur’s men from the local village, came riding up led by Pinewood, of all people, and on horseback. Granted, it was all an illusion, but still, in Gerraint’s mind he seemed a tiny little fairy riding a great big warhorse.
“Gerraint,” Bedwyr spouted. “We heard you were in trouble, that Uwaine got kidnapped by Saxons.”
“All fixed now,” Gerraint said, and went into his litany. “I have wings to fly you know nothing of. Eyes that see farther, ears that hear better, and a reach longer than ordinary men.” Percival almost joined him on the last line, but Gerraint said wait here and he climbed to the cave. Uwaine stood there and Deerrunner had his hand on the young man’s shoulder. Uwaine turned quickly and hugged the Elf King.
“Thank you,” Uwaine whispered, and Deerrunner smiled before he looked over Uwaine’s shoulder.
“I thought you misplaced him,” Deerrunner said, as a kind of excuse.
“Yes, thank you,” Gerraint said, not unkindly, and he took Uwaine’s hand and brought him down to the others where they found a deer already cooking and a big keg of very fine dwarf-made ale.
“I see they abandoned their supper,” Percival smiled.
Gerraint grumped and found their horses, cleaned and saddled and in wonderful shape. “Thank you Gumblittle,” he said, to nobody. He also found all of their things in a stack along with a bunch of Saxon equipment. He put his arm around Uwaine’s shoulder to explain, quietly.
“The little ones normally don’t pay much attention to human affairs. They were probably not certain about what was ours and what was Saxon. They tend to overcompensate.” Uwaine nodded as they rejoined the group.
“They grow up fast.” Bedwyr, already breaking into the keg, was good at stating the obvious.
Gerraint looked up at the sky and shouted in better spirits, “Thank you. Now, go home.”
“What was that about?” Young Agravain asked.
“Better not to ask,” Gawain said.
“You don’t want to know,” Uwaine added.
Gerraint and Uwaine went north along with everybody else to celebrate Loth and Gwenhwyfach’s wedding. Gawain went, of course, Loth being his father. He was not sure about his new mother, in part because she was only about four years older than him, but he stayed good about it and never said anything except to Bedwyr, Gerraint and his friend, Uwaine.
During the wedding, Kai caught Arthur’s attention. The Saxon Pirate, Hueil, had been raiding the Welsh coast for years, all the way from the channel that separated Wales and Cornwall, to the tip of the North Irish Sea. Now, rumor said he started talking with Pictish raiders who had long since given up their coastal watch and had become something like pirates themselves.
“Such a union would be a disaster,” Kai noted.
“We do not have a fleet of ships,” Arthur said.
“Maybe we need a fleet of ships,” Kai responded.
Early in 504, Thomas of Dorset got drafted to Admiral Arthur’s six new ships. He also brought a dozen ships from the English Channel, all solid sea going vessels, though admittedly fat and slow merchant ships. They were to sail up the coast of Wales, looking out for Hueil along the way, and arrive in the bay of the Clyde by September first. Arthur would cross north of Hadrian’s wall on the same date and eventually link up with his fleet. Hueil and his Saxons had made a bargain with Caw, whom Arthur had not realized had survived the destruction of the army of the Picts and Scots several years earlier. Those two scoundrels had built their own fort at Cambuslang, just on the River Clyde, and Arthur determined to end that threat.
Arthur housed a thousand men at Kai’s Fort Guinnon, the anchor to the wall, to act as reserves and to protect the north lands should things go awry. He feared the Picts might invade south, thinking Arthur was occupied. Arthur took a second thousand men with him, mostly RDF and trained men, and then he prayed a lot more than usual.