Morgana looked up at Hadrian's Wall. It loomed over her, dark and imposing. Fey, her large black Spanish stallion skittered.

"Easy, my love. Its alright." Morgana said soothingly, stroking his neck.

Red was her colour. Her hair was a deep rich red, and fell in long strait locks down her back curling gently at the bottom. Her eyes were almost amber in shade and noted everything as she observed the guards on the wall. She had very well defined features; high cheekbones and a determined chin…aristocratic noble beauty. Her naturally red lips smiled and betrayed no hint or echo of fear. Her figure was curvy but quite muscular and the line of her shaped eyebrows indicated that she was not a woman to be trifled with.

She wore a dark chainmail shirt with loose sleeves stopping at the elbow, red leather jerkin over the top, and a long deep red skirt. A beautiful brown and gold bow and red leather quiver bristling with red feathered arrows was strung across her back. A long steel sword with a red two handed handle and gold lion head at the top and sheathed in red leather hung from a red leather belt. On her forearms she wore brown leather guards. A tarnished silver ring holding a large ruby stood on her left middle finger but this was the only finery she wore. A small sack was tied to the saddle behind her.

"What's your business here?" a cold voice said from behind her.

Slowly she turned Fey round. She came face to face with seven blood soaked Sarmatian knights. "You are expecting me, Arthur. I am Morgana Yvain."

"This is the famous Morgana? Daughter of a Sarmatian knight and a woadish woman. The last of the Order of the Lion." Lancelot said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Morgana inclined her head to them and then took off her right wrist guard, revealing a brand of a lion on her arm. "Sent by Rome to fight with Artorius and his knights." She replaced the guard and pressed Fey closer to the knights, examining their faces, lingering on Lancelot. "And these are the great Sarmatian knights Rome raves about? I don't see anything exceptional about you yet."

"Scorn us all you like, if you wish for a duel we will oblige and show you how well we fight. In fact it is tradition to weigh up new members. Within the walls you will fight us." Arthur said.

Again she inclined her head this time with a small smile. "Lead the way."

Proudly they rode through the gates. Guinevere came out to welcome them. She stared at Morgana. Morgana dismounted and hugged Guinevere.

"Gwen, I never thought I'd see you here."

"Nor I you here."

"You know each other?" Lancelot asked as he and the other knights dismounted.

"We grew up but a village away. She taught me how to fight. Believe me when I say you do not wish to face her in combat." Guinevere smiled.

"Well one of us must. Who shall test her?" Arthur looked around his knights.

"Let me." Lancelot said. "We shall soon see how well she fights."

Morgana continued to smile. Lancelot drew one of his swords and she drew hers almost delicately. Slowly they began to circle, never taking their eyes off each other. She was still smiling and it was starting to disconcert Lancelot.

He spun his sword a few times and she mirrored him. This really unsettled him so he lunged and she danced out of the way. He lunged again and she ducked. A third time he lunged and she stopped his sword halfway. He tried to push her back but she resisted and actually managed to push him backwards. She attacked with vigour and he could barely keep up. Eventually she managed to disarm him and pin him down holding his own sword to his throat. She knelt half on him and smirked.

"Why do I get the feeling you're holding back?" she asked quietly.

"Woman."

"I'm not holding back so why on earth should you?" she gave him his sword back and hauled him to his feet. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm a woman. Trust me, you'll just get killed."

"I believe you."

When they resumed the duel he didn't hold back and she smiled as she fought. She was incredibly quick and agile, more so than he was. She fought with the grace and ease of dancing; moving from one position to the next effortlessly, shifting the pace of the duel to suit her and making him do all the work. She was very strong, however he proved to be stronger than her and this time it was her who was pinned.

"Where did you learn to fight so well?" Lancelot panted looking down on her, straddling her.

"I could ask you the same thing." She was also out of breath but not so much as him.

Her arms were pinned above her head by one of his hands and his sword nestled against her throat. Her own sword lay a few metres away. She looked up into his eyes and giggled.

"What's funny?"

"You are. You take it so seriously. You're just testing me. It's just a bit of fun." She pursed her lips a little.

Lancelot didn't know why but he dropped the sword and leant closer, wanting to taste those lips. She just lay there, smiling beautifully at him. Her hair was spread out around her head, some spread over their clasped hands. He let go of her hands and grasped the lock of hair tenderly, felt its softness, just like her perfect skin bearing its few scars from battle.

His loose hand then traced a forked scar peeking out of the top of her chain shirt. She tilted her head away from it, exposing more of it and closed her eyes, emitting a little pleasurable moan.

Without being able to stop himself he kissed her deeply and forcefully. Gawain remarked on the effect of this strange woman on their friend while a few of the others puffed in surprise. Guinevere however wasn't surprised in the slightest and even giggled at the reactions of the knights.

Morgana's hands now being free she rolled them over so she was straddling him, grabbed his fallen sword, all while maintaining the kiss with closed eyes, and held it to his throat. Only then did she break the kiss and open her eyes.

"Remember Lancelot, I'm not only a warrior. I'm a seductress." She smiled and got up. "Will that satisfy you Arthur or must I fight another?"

"No, no. That will suffice. You certainly have a unique fighting style. You're very good. We will be glad of you amongst our ranks."

She bowed graciously. Flipping the sword so she held the blade she offered the handle to Lancelot who took it and got up quickly, shooting a vindictive glare at Morgana. She sniggered as she bent to pick up her sword. Sheathing it she shared an amused look with the other knights. She wandered over to Fey and kissed his nose. She fondled his forehead lovingly and shot a look at Lancelot who pretended not to notice.

Guinevere moseyed up to her. "I see you've not forgotten any of the old tricks." She muttered, stroking Fey's neck.

"So many delicious wild men here, how can you choose one?"

"Oh no. Morgan, if you must steal a heart just stick to one man. Please. Arthur doesn't need dissent in his ranks, and as we both know there's nothing like a woman for coming between friends. Especially you. I don't think I know a better seductress."

"Thank you, darling. So, you know these knights better than I do, who would you recommend?"

Together the women looked over their shoulders at the knights all of whom stopped talking and looked puzzled and a little scared at the inspecting stares of the women.

"Pin your hopes on Lancelot. He needs someone. And there's already tension between you." Guinevere giggled a little as they turned back to Fey. "You really know how to make a good first impression, don't you?"

"I don't need to make an impression; I need to make an impact."

"If I know you, you'll certainly do that."