Arthur watched in amazement as Lancelot opend his eyes for a moment before falling faint

Arthur watched in amazement as Lancelot opened his eyes for a moment before falling in a faint. He looked up to see the girl getting up and quickly walking away. For a moment all he could do was watch in amazement as she walked, then realization struck him. This girl, whoever she was, had just brought back his best friend from the dead in front of his eyes. He jumped up and ran after her, leaving a shocked Guinevere behind.

"Wait, hold up. What's your name?"

Arthur watched as her pace slowed allowing him to catch up to her but she didn't stop to answer.

"I have too many faces to have a name." Was her only reply

Arthur wondered what that could mean, was it code talk or was she creative with words. He hated when people did that, why couldn't she give him a straight answer? He knew the girl had a name, everybody did. This wasn't making any sense. Then he understood. She didn't trust him.

"It's ok to tell me you know. I just wanted to thank you for saving my friends life."

At this she did stop. Turning to face him she gave him a warm look.

"I know you cherish the life of your friends over your own Arthur, for this I have always admired you. But I didn't save his life for you or for him even. I saved it for the good of man kind. I being one of the last of my race to care for it."

She turned and continued her walk towards another fallen comrade of his. Guilt over took him. With his thought only on Lancelot he had forgot to mourn the passing of another of his great friends. Tristan lay on the field face down in the dirt. His body surrounded by a pool of his own blood. He looked finally defeated. Arthur watched as the girl fell on her knees in front of him and rolled his body over so that his now glassy misty blue eyes were looking upwards. Arthur looked at the sky and was surprised to see the bird. Tristan's eagle that had made such a close bond with him had not yet left his master's side. He was patiently waiting for his return.

The girl had her lips pressed to Tristan's the next time Arthur looked. She was kissing him with such gentleness and care, that be it any other scene one would think that they were lovers. When she pulled back, her lips where stained with his blood. Arthur knelt next to his friend and watched as his eyes opened. He looked at the girl the same way that Lancelot did before, he too collapsing on the ground.

"You must bring a wagon this way Arthur and load these men on it. They must travel in comfort and warmth for they will be sensitive to cold as their blood has not yet warmed. I will travel with you, we have a lot to discuss. I must tell you everything."