"Belle. Belle."
"What? Who? Oh God, it's you, Sir Paul."
"We are going. Wake up."

At the drop of a hat, she was up. The four men caught their horses and then they noticed something ­ Belle was on bare foot.

"You don't have a horse, lady?", Richard asked.
"No."
"Come here, I will take you with me."
"Thank you, but I will go on bare foot. "
"Are you sure of it?"
"Believe me, I'll go faster than all of you together."
"I cannot let you walk when all of us are riding, Belle.", Sir Paul said.
"That would be an offence to my knighthood vows."
"If this is the trouble, I will never tell anyone about it. Just let me go on foot."
"If this is what you wish.", Sir Paul sighed, and they went away, deep into the forest around Morgana's castle. They rode for what seemed ages into the dark forest, and the light was growing dim, diffuse.

"I don't like this noise...", John said.
"Which noise? It's all silent as death!", Richard chided.
"I don't like this noise.", John repeated. Then he stopped his horse and pointed a path on the road. "It comes from there."
"There? Where?", George looked around
"The castle!", Belle smiled. "What do you hear, John?"
"A voice."
"A woman's voice?"
"Our lady's voice. She's yelling for help."
"Let's go! To the castle!"

They ran to the walls of the castle, Belle keeping up with them all the time. When they arrived, they looked to the guardians and wondered what to do to distract them. Paul was thinking of a surprise attack, but Belle was quicker.

"I can do that.", Belle said, and walked to them. "Hello, beautiful man!", she yelled. The guardian looked and smiled, lustful.
"Who are you, lady?", he asked.
"I am your present sent from Above.", she smiled her best smile. When the guardian came closer, Sir Paul, that was behind the man, stuck the back of his sword on his head. The guardian fell to the ground, dead.

"Good trick, Lady.", George smiled, staring at the guardian ( and picking up his sword, once the son of Harold hadn't got a proper weapon ).
"Fool the weakest part of the men is the only weapon a lady can actually use.", she replied. "Into the castle, friends. We don't have time to waste."

The ran into the castle, George with the sword of the dead guardian. And it seemed that the thick piece of iron knew where to go, for it was pulling George like a magnetic needle (if such thing was known in those old days ). Richard saw his friend's trouble and tried to stuck George in one place, but the power was stronger than the two of them. And to make things worse, the son of Harold couldn't get his hands out of the sword - it was as if it was tied.

"Help! The witch is playing games on me!", George cried, being held still by Richard.
"Shh...", Belle said. "Maybe it will lead us somewhere."
"The closer to my lady, the better", George said, "and quick, for my hands are bleeding!"
"Richard, let go of him! Let's see where the sword will lead us!"

Richard released the friend, and George let the sword guide him to a room in the castle. The sword stopped moving and fell to the ground, like any ordinary weapon. George looked to his blood-dripping hands and sighed,

"Lesson to be learnt - thou shalt not steal other man's sword."
"Where in the world are we?", Belle asked.
"I don't know.", George said, dropping to the ground. "I just followed this sword."
"Shhh...silence...", John said.
"You are hearing something?"
"Indeed I am."
"What do you hear?"
"I hear a woman's voice."
"What does she says?"

"Guinevere, your lovable groom didn't send any man to save your soul. Are
you sure that he loves you?"

"More than you could ever guess", was Guinevere's answer.

"I think she is here. Should we get in?", John said, looking to the others.
"At the count of three...", Belle replied.