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It was late in the evening when the knights were sitting down and having supper. They had just come back from subduing a riot of Saxons who had fled the battle three weeks ago. Arthur was tired of fighting even Bors was tired of fighting. All the knights needed to good break but they weren't going to get that yet.

It was a cool night; all the knights were sitting down at the round table peacefully enjoying a good meal, all except Lancelot. Ever since he had risked his life for Guinevere, he could not stop thinking about her. He knew it could never be, but one could always dream. He left the table and went outside; the cool air calmed him if only for a moment. He heard a commotion outside the wall. He opened the huge door just enough to fit through. It was foggy and he could barely make out the outline of a horse. Something inside him said it was trouble. He stood behind the huge oak tree; waiting for the rider to come around. As the horse came close to the tree he leaped out and bore its rider to the ground. There was a struggle, but Lancelot finally managed to pin the rider down. "Who are you and what do you want?" He spat the words out quickly, and he pulled back the hood as well. He was shocked to see it was a woman, but he knew woman to well to go easy on her.

"What's it to you". She struggled to get up but he had pinned her hips and she couldn't get any leverage over him. She was tired and didn't want to struggle.

"Get off me" She hated being the weaker, but she had to give up.

"What is your name?" He couldn't help but notice how strong she was. He had to admit he was some what impressed by her determination. "Tell me your name and I might get off."

"Rosalyn"

"What are you doing out so late?" He was more arrogant now that he had her beat.

"You said you'd get off if I told you my name, now get off!"

He did as she asked and lifted her up and sat her against the tree. He could see a fresh cut on her knee. She must have gotten it while riding. She winced as she straightened her back against the tree. Lancelot couldn't help but notice her full breast.

"Alright so what are you doing here" He asked now with more concern. He could see she must have been through hell to get here.

"I need to see King Arthur" She sighed and walked back to her horse.

"Why do you need to see him?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"I happen to be one of his knights and he is my closest friend so I am always looking out for his well being." He was beginning to rethink her when he saw the large amount of weapons she was carrying on her horse. She walked out from under the tree out into the fresh air. Lancelot could see she was wearing pants and a short leather tunic that laced down the sides, a small amount of skin showing through it. Then it hit him the only women he knew to wear pants were Woad warriors. He was working out a plan if anything went wrong, but he needed to know more.

Rosalyn had no time for his questions. She needed to get to Arthur or Guinevere and tell them of the approaching Saxon army. She just needed a way around this arrogant knight. She started to lead her horse to the door hoping it was open.

"Well sir you are very loyal to your friend, but I have urgent matters that need to be addressed"

"Then let me accompany you to Arthur" He was still wary of this woman.

"That would be nice thank you" They began to walk to the wall.

They had just stepped inside when Bors ran up to question Lancelot.

"Where have you been?" He saw the woman standing at his side. "Oh I see, out with the ladies again"

"Actually I was escorting her to Arthur, do you happen to know where he went"

"I think he and Guinevere went on a walk"

"Which way did they go"

Bors crossed his arms over his chest and pointed both ways, "That way. would you like me to take her to your room for you while you look for Arthur?"

When Rosalyn heard Guinevere's name she began to pay closer attention to the conversation. So these were the knights in the battle. She had seen them at the beginning of the fight, but she hadn't paid attention to them then. Now she could see that these men must be skilled fighters.

"Look I am not here to please any man, now where is King Arthur?" She was getting tired of the incessant banter between Bors and Lancelot. She also didn't like the gazes towards her from Lancelot; her past had told her not to trust men, especially womanizers.

"My dear lady, why are you so anxious to see Arthur" Bors heard laughter behind him. "Well here they come now"

Rosalyn craned her neck too see over the large man. She hadn't seen Guinevere since the wedding and she almost couldn't recognize her since she was smiling.

"Guinevere!" At this she tore her arm out of Lancelot's grip, he was momentarily startled.

Guinevere was caught completely off guard; that was something that didn't happen often. "Oh my word…" She was speechless upon seeing her childhood friend.

"Rosalyn? Is that really you?"

"Yes it is. Its been too long my friend"

Lancelot was becoming more confused by the moment, as were the other knights who had come over to see the commotion.

"Wait you know her" Bors asked. "And you're a… Woad?"

"Yes sir I am" Rosalyn was shocked by all the attention. But there were more urgent matters to be dealt with. "Guinevere I must speak with you and Arthur"

"Why what's the matter?"

Arthur could see worry on both there faces. "Why don't we go inside and talk this over." They all followed Arthur into the hall with the round table.

When they were all seated Arthur spoke first. "Now my lady if you would tell us the reason of your coming"

Rosalyn started in about the attacks on the Woad villages, and of the growing Saxon army, she told of the Woads who had become traitors and were telling the Saxons of all their plans. When Arthur had heard all of the story, he began to discuss with the Knights what they wanted to do. It was pointless, for the Knights would always follow him, but he always held them as free men. And so it was decided that the Knights would gather with the Woads, find the spys, and stop the Saxon army once again, then maybe they would gain peace.

It was late when the discussion concluded. Rosalyn was very tired and the wound on her knee was bugging her greatly. Lancelot was told to lead her to her room. She was both annoyed and glad by this, she was becoming fond of the curly haired knight, but she knew his reputation and she was to stubborn to be played like a fool. He sat her down at the edge of the bed and began to tend her wounds. His hands were strangely gentle for a knight. She was beginning to tremble beneath his touch something she didn't want him to know. She pulled her leg away as soon as he was done wrapping the wound.

He could tell though that she didn't want him to be there, but he couldn't leave her yet.

"So you're a Woad?" He asked

"Yes do you have something against us?"

"No"

"Then why did you kill so many of us" She would always be wary of knights because of this.

"I did so my lady, because they were trying to kill me"

"You're not from here are you?" She already knew the answer to this, but she wanted to know more.

"No I'm not"

"Where then are you from, or did you fall from the sky?"

She had wit and he liked that in a woman. "I am from Sarmatia, a place that is, if you believe in Heaven, so close that I might have"

Rosalyn was getting tired now and she knew it was showing on her, so she decided to end the conversation.

"I hope you see that Heaven again someday, good night, sir knight."

"Good night my lady, and you may call me Lancelot."

"And you may call my Rosalyn"

"Good night Rosalyn" and he left toward his room.

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