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Chapter Two

Bryony woke up to the sound of laughter and the feeling of a warm solid pillow. Her eyes fluttered open just a little and she saw blue sky. Her eyes fluttered back shut as she felt her pillow rumble with laughter. She snapped her eyes opened once again and tried to disentangle herself from the arms that held her in place.

"You're okay relax you will send us both falling to the ground." a man's voice behind her said as she stopped struggling long enough to see Lancelot.

"You sure have grown up a lot since the last time I saw you." He said to her as he smiled charmingly at her.

"Well, you know I've heard a lot about you just never thought you would have to resort to unconscious women to warm yourself with." Bryony teased as she felt the man behind her laugh.

"She does have a point there." the man said as she looked up at him

"I am sorry I do not think I got your name before I passed out in your arms." she smiled softly at him" my name's Bryony. That young lady Lancelot has is Katlyn. Beatrice is over there with the man with the Hawk. "Wow, it's beautiful." her eyes fell on Tristan's Hawk as it perched itself on his arm.

"I'm Gawain. The man you talk of is Tristan. The man that patched you up is Dagonet. The one over to my left is Galahad. The one behind Lancelot is Bors." He introduced them all to her

"I owe you a thanks for patching me up." Bryony said as she looked at Dagonet

"You can thank me once you are fully healed." Dagonet said" I will see to it that you get rest you need it."

"Wow, look at you barely know me and already so demanding." she smiled

"If you do not listen to him I will knock you out myself." Lancelot said to her as he gave her a wicked smile

"No, you can not I am about to take vows to the church." she laughed, but it hurt her ribs when she did.

"So?" he raised a brow at her

" So hitting me would be like hitting god himself." she said then laughed as she remembered who she was talking to.

"Then come closer so I can hit you now and dame myself forever." he joked as he laughed" When did you start believing in this god that Arthur believes in?"

"When I met Arthur." she said softly as she heard the surprise in his voice before she saw it in his eyes.

"You and Arthur know each other?" he questioned a little surprised he thought only he shared memories of her before now.

"Yes, I met him when I was fifteen of course I have not seen him since I was seventeen because that's when he left and I decided to take my vows. Though truth be told I have been in training since I was ten." she informed him softly as she leaned back into the warmth of the man behind her.

"Why did you chose that?" Lancelot asked as he saw her eyes fluttering" Do you not want to have a family some day?"

"Well, you left me when I was ten though it was not your choice. My mother was left by my father so we moved to Rome which was where I met Arthur and she pushed me into a convant. She was afraid I would lose my virture to a charming man who would only distroy not only my heart, but my reputation as well. Then Arthur left me when I was seventeen I was not about to let a third man leave me so I opted for the one being that would never leave me when I needed him the most." her words hit Arthur's heart who was riding silently with them." Now if I had been in love with either of you two I really would be bloody damned right now. " her eyes fluttered shut as she gave into the dark abyss calling out to her.

"You never told me that you knew her." Lancelot said to Arthur as he slowed down to ride next to him

"You never told me that you knew her either." Arthur countered

"I guess it never came up because both of us thought only we knew her." Lancelot replied softly" I left before she grew up I'm glad she had you there for a while."

"Until I had to leave her as well." Arthur stated with a hint of sadness

Both men rode in silence as they each were left to their own thoughts about how or why they abandoned Bryony. Bryony on the other hand was nestled in the warmth of her fever that she had suddenly got. Her fevered state led to dreams that were as hot as herself. Gawain had to tighten his hold her sleeping form as she went limp. He was afraid that he would drop her before they made it to the wall.