The men rode in silence as they appreciated the land before them. As far as the eye could see were mountains, forests, and lush, green hillsides.

"We're home." Galahad said with joy. The other knights smiled as they kept riding.

They rode until they came to what seemed to be a village. There were hardly any people and it was in very bad shape. They enquired about what had happened but many ignored them. Finally an old man told them of what had occurred to their beloved homeland in the 15 years they had been gone. Rome had invaded Sarmatia, unbeknownst to any of them and their King back home. They had slaughtered many, took several women, and left the rest to die of starvation. There are not many left in our tribes." The old man looked at Tristan. "You are the last from your tribe. When Rome invaded your home, your people fought hard. It was the longest battle that had ensued since the Romans arrived, however, your people were defeated and they didn't leave any of the women and children alive. They cursed your tribe for all the soldiers they lost and showed no mercy."

"Was it mercy that they showed to the rest?" Galahad asked angrily. "Taking the women and killing the rest?"

"We survived and for that we're grateful." The old man said simply.

The knights were taken aback by the information but did not venture to stay in the village. They wanted to find their homes, but found that everything the old man had said was true. As they went to their old home all they meet with was destruction. Lancelot saw the graves of his family; Bors and Dagonet didn't have any family but they saw the village they once lived in lay in ruins. They rode on, long and hard, wanting to finish with this hellish nightmare. When they came to Galahad's home, he could hardly contain himself. After a while Gawain was able to calm him down as they set up camp for the night.

"All this time and still we're captives of Rome. Is no man ever free from them?" Galahad asked angrily and with despair. No one answered for they all felt the truth in his words. They had their so called freedom but Rome had done its part. It had stripped them of everything they've known, of their home, families, and their identities.

In the morning the continued on their quest, although they knew they wouldn't be met with anything but tragedy. As they rode, however, they saw smoke and headed toward it. On the edge of Sarmatia they found a tiny village with only a few families living there. As they approached they inquired of who was there and what tribe.

"Galahad?" A voice boomed out of nowhere. Galahad turned around recognizing it and seeing, standing in the middle of the village, his father he ran to him. His father embraced him in a mighty hug.

"Father." He sobbed. "I've come back." When they finished hugging, Galahad introduced his father, Dieter, to his brothers in arms.

"Gawain!" Dieter responded when he found out who he was. He pulled him into his chest and embraced the life out of him. Gawain laughed at the reaction and returned the embrace. "Come, Anwen will want to see her son." They followed Dieter to a small house.

"Hello mother." Anwen screamed in delight upon seeing her son and hugged him. When Gawain came forward tears welled in her eyes as she saw her sister's son standing before her. She hugged him tightly as she did her own son.

"Talaith!" Galahad exclaimed as another woman made her way to them. He hugged her tightly and turned back at the group. "This is my youngest sister Talaith."

"My lady." Lancelot said bowing his head slightly.

Everyone watched happily as they saw Galahad and Gawain reunite with family. Dieter verified what the old man had said.

"They came without warning. Many of us tried to come together and fight them, but we were unable to." Dieter said as he remembered the battle. "I'm sorry we could not protect your home and heritage."

"At least you got a few of the bastards." Bors muttered as he drank more ale. All the knights had become somber but at the same time seeing Galahad with his family made them feel happy for their brother. Tristan walked out as soon as he finished his ale.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that." Lancelot said with a little smile.

Tristan noticed a girl with a limp come out of the forest, holding a basket of clothes. The knights had come out, followed by Galahad's family. They were going to roast a boar that Dieter had caught in the forest. The girl continued walking up to them with her head down and rubbing her left leg with her left hand as she walked. As she looked up she gasped, letting go of the basket, and took in their appearances.

"Galahad!" She exclaimed, with a big smile on her face, trying to run to him with her bum leg.

"Kara!" Galahad responded running towards her. She threw herself on him and they tumbled to the grass; both laughing.

"You've come home." Kara said as she got off of Galahad. She patted her dress to wipe off the grass and dirt from it. She hobbled back to her basket and picked it up.

"Give it here." Galahad said, taking the basket from her.

"Oh, are you being gallant Galahad?" She laughed and threw the basket at him. "Since when were you ever chivalrous? You're still scrawny as ever, I thought you would at least bulk up some, like that their fellow." She laughed as she looked past him at the rest of the group and pointed to Dagonet, as Galahad glared at her.

"Ah, Kara, let me introduce you to my brothers-in-arms." Galahad said as they walked side-by-side toward the group.

"My lady." Lancelot said with a glint in his eye.

"Sir," she replied smiling, then turned to Bors and Dagonet and nodded her head as Galahad introduced them. He was about to introduce Tristan, when she let out a gasp.

"Oh, he won't harm you." She glared at Galahad and turning her head she smiled.

"Gawain, is that you under that mane of hair? I'd recognize you anywhere." She said as Gawain laughed and approached her.

"It only took you long enough, cousin." She hugged him and stared at his hair. "Beautiful I know."

"Please, I'm just thinking what fun it would be to cut it off whilst you're sleeping." She said running her fingers through his hair.

"Is that before or after I knock you out." He said in a straight voice.

"Ha. You never have been able to before, just 'cause I have a bum leg, doesn't mean you will start now." She said laughing. "I'm so happy you're back and well."

"You and I both." Galahad answered somberly.