"Dont forget the most important thing,Artos.King Arthur beat our enemies,the pagan Angles and Saxons,and gave us fifty years of place."
"Yes, Father.I know that.I hate the Angeles and Saxons.They first came to Britain in the fifth century after the Romans left."
" Yes,son,it was a hundred and fifty years ago.The Angeles and Saxons landed on the east coast,near London, and moved west.They are slowly taking all of Britain.They even call our land Anglia-the land of the Angles.It is so unfair."
The father sighed."Now be brave,son.A Saxons kind is coming here with a great army.They will burn our beautifull farm and all the farms of the tribe.We must leave our land forever."
Artos began to cry.
"Artos, do you remember the motto of our tribe?"
" Put your hand on mine and say it."
" Fight for the ring.Fight with the ring.Fight in the ring."
"And what does it mean,Artos?"
"It means our tribe must stay together and help our friends.We are People of the Ring.Together we are free and strong like Arthurs Knights of the Table." Artos said.