| Caterine walked very slowly towards the man who held the fate of her entire village in his hands, paying little heed to the fact that he was probably going to kill her as she did so. She was doing what had to be done, and that was all that mattered. Caterine's long blonde hair was free flowing off her neck, and a sword was buckled to her waist, making her a very odd looking figure indeed, she was so fragile she did not look like she could even lift a sword let alone use one in battle, and yet on more than one occasion the weapon had saved her life. This time, however, she hoped it would save an entire village by preventing a massacre. "I am Darius," He said as she stop before him, gazing intently in his eyes, trying not to betray the terror that had risen up within her soul. "Leader of these men. Who are you?" "Caterine of Gaul," She said. "Why have you come, Caterine of Gaul?" Darius said. She sighed deeply. It was now or never. She undid the belt at her waist which held her sword. She genuflected, and placed the weapon before him as a sort of offering. For the first time in her entire life Caterine was totally at the mercy of one of her kind. There was nothing she could do now but wait for him to kill her. "I have come to offer myself to you as a ransom for these people. Let them go, and I will give myself to you." He laughed at her. "Come, Caterine, did it not occur to you that I could lay seige to the city and still take your pretty little head? Though I might have a little bit of fun with you first." She suddenly made a very bold move, and took a step forward, soon finding his razor sharp blade against her throat. "But if you kill me here, in front of these people, you will draw attention to yourself." "Indeed I would." He said. "That is why we must leave the camp. Get up." She was compliant, realizing he could give her mortal death before he took her head, and more than anything, she wanted to avoid that. |