Sorry it has taken me a bit to update. I came down with a case of slight writers block and it has taken some time to get over and around it. No worries I am alright now. This is the longest chapter I have written in my life. Get proud of me. But enough about me…on with the story!

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The other knights saw him come out and they all looked at each other. He had not yet forgiven himself for Liliana's disappearance and it seemed he still hadn't. His eyes were hard as he mounted his horse and gigged it to the front of the caravan. With another glance between each other the all knew silently in their heads that Arthur would come out of this experience a changed man.

Liliana was stroking Lucan's hair when she saw her brother. She noticed that he had changed a great deal in the time she was gone. She saw the lines of worry and his face set hard as stone. His eyes did not have the same sparkle in them they once had. She remembered how his eyes used to light up when he was joking or laughing with his knights, something that Dagonet told her he does rarely now.

She saw Lancelot riding next to him and her heart jumped. The same feelings were resurfacing from before she was gone. She loved him. She knew she did. Lancelot had her confused on his feelings. She knew he cared about her, but she was not sure how much. When she was younger, Lancelot would help her learn when Arthur was too busy. He taught her swordsmanship. She kept her sword's sheath on her back just as Lancelot did with his twin blades. He and Arthur had always been her protector had she not been able to do it for herself. The other knights had always stepped in too had she needed aid but it was always Lancelot and Arthur looking out for her. She remembered a time where she thought it was to be her last moment among the living, but was saved by the handsome knight.

FLASHBACK

Swing. Block. Stab. Turn. Start all over. That was the mantra that was repeating itself in her head. They were fighting a group of rogue bandits who decided to take the knights by surprise while on a mission to help rebuild a village recently plundered by bandits. They're only 7 of them going, Dagonet and the rest to stay behind when an illness was caught by some of the older knights

She had her sword drawn and was fighting as hard. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out the form of Gawain as he took another man down, Galahad beside him fighting hard. She could hear Bors yell out his battle cry after he had finished with a group of men. Arthur she knew not where, Tristan was about 50 paces in front of her fighting with his own man. She assumed Lancelot was behind her because she heard the familiar SWOSH that his swords made.

She lost her concentration for a second when she heard Galahad cry out. She looked over to see that his arm was bleeding, but Gawain had taken care of the man who did it and was not seeing to Galahad's arm. In that second the man she was fighting managed to slice her in her side, from her back ranging to her navel. It was not deep but it made her loosen her grip on the sword, and with a few strikes from her opponent she lost her sword. She regained some sense and punched the man in the face but his foot met her chest when he pushed her down to the ground.

"It's a shame I must take such a beautiful lady's life. I could spare you, for I am a lonely…" he was sneering at her with lust in his eyes when suddenly he stopped.

His eyes glazed over and from her position on the ground she could see nothing. But when he fell to the side, Lancelot was standing there, both swords drawn, and blood covering them. She glanced at the man for a moment to see deep gashes in his back, where Lancelot's swords must have caused.

Lancelot was smirking at her. "Need a hand?"

Angry that she had to be saved she yelled,"No! I had the situation handled! Why do you always assume I cannot do something for myself! I am a knight! I am capable!"

She poked him in the chest with every sentence. She gave a frustrated "Urgh!" and picked up her sword.

"Yes you handled that very well. Tell me were you going to let him have it after he would have raped you or before. Please tell. Oh and you know we should get you out of here and get your side looked at."

Liliana was furious now. He was patronizing her! "My side is fine! And I am capable of taking care of myself without you so kindly telling me what to do!"

Lancelot simply looked amused. "Oh and so you think…duck please…" he was interrupted as a man charged behind Liliana , she simply ducked down and he swung one of his swords into the man's chest, the other beheading him. She came back up and he continued. "…so you think that you can take care of yourself. I am simply looking after you."

Liliana was angry. "No! But it seems because I am a woman every knight always watches out for me more! I am not a child! I can…take one step to your left…one moment…" She saw a man come behind Lancelot and stabbed him in the stomach. "As I was saying, I can take care of myself! I do not need you looking after me like I am weak!"

"Well I am sorry for caring about you then! Forgive me if I…behind you if you please…" Liliana swung behind her as another man tried to rush her. The man stopped dead in his tracks as her sword nearly cut him in two. She turned back at him beckoning to continue. "Forgive me if I am only trying to make sure nothing happens to you! Arthur would be lost and…down!..." he made a scissor like motion with his swords, beheading a would be attacker. Liliana popped up once again and he continued, "I would be lost. Hell all the knights would be lost."

She gave a look of sympathy which was replaced with aggravation as another thought popped into her head. "But why do you all insist…behind you…"Lancelot stabbed a man in his stomach with both swords, not even turning around. She continued. "Insist that I am a piece of glass that will shatter? I may be a woman but I am strong."

"Because to loose you would be to loose apart of our soul. More could happen to you because you are a woman. We do not hold you as a fault, but more as an advantage. Men do not think you can…"

"Hold that thought." Liliana said as she saw her brother dueling with two men at once. She ran over to him and took down one of the men easily as Arthur took care of the other. He gave her a nod as she ran back to Lancelot.

"Carry on please."

"Can we not finish a thought? Gods above…I was simply saying that the knights would not be able to live a full life if something happened to you. We all care deeply for you, some more then others, but we care. Never leave us alright?" he finished placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I promise. It looks like we are finished here." She noticed as she looked around.

Lancelot did as well and nodded. Everyone seemed to have come out alright, but he looked down to Liliana and saw that her cut on her side was bleeding quite a bit. "I know you do not like to be helped and I know that you are capable, but for my sake and my own mind being put at peace, let me help you with your side."

Liliana looked down at her side and noticed how large it was. She looked up and him and nodded and he took her sword, placed it in her sheath and picked her up in his arms, and carried her to where the other knights were regrouping."

END FLASHBACK

She smiled at the memory. She loved it when Lancelot picked her up in his arms. She felt so right there, so at home. No one could hurt her when he held her. If she had one moment left in this life, she wanted it to be in those arms. Safe, warm, and protected.

She saw her protector cast her brother an annoyed look as Arthur came up next to the carriage to speak with Guinevere. She noticed he looked in her direction for only a fraction of a second and then cast his attention to Guinevere.

"My father and your sister told me great tales of you." She began.

Intrigued Arthur replied," Really. And what did you hear?"

"Fairy tales. The kind you hear of people so brave, so selfless that they can't be real. Arthur and his knights. A leader both Britain and Roman. And yet you chose your allegiance to Rome. To those that take what does not belong to them. That same Rome that took your men from their homeland." She continued on. Liliana watched as Arthur's face turned from curiosity to annoyance. "Listen, Lady, do not pretend that you know anything about me or my men."

How many Britons have you killed?

"As many as tried to kill me. It's a natural state of any man to want to live." Arthur said with a look of regret on his face. Liliana knew Arthur disliked battle. This was a little comical because he was so good at strategizing and winning. He would rather differences to be settled peacefully.

"Animals live! It's the natural state of any man to want to live free, in their own country. I belong to this land. Where do you belong, Arthur?"

Arthur went silent. He knew she had a point. He did not know where he belonged. His duty was to Rome and after having been gone all these years he did not know if he wanted to return. "How's your hand?

"I'll live, I promise you. Is there nothing about my land that appeals to your heart? Your own father married a Briton. Even he must have found something to his liking. And your mother, she had another child with a Briton. You have a sister who is full blooded Briton and yet you choose Rome?" She contested. Arthur grew annoyed and did not want to answer for fear that this Guinevere would make him admit something he was not yet ready to tell.

He gigged his horse to go slightly ahead when he came to a grievous sight. A village burned. Liliana saw this from the carriage and swung her body so that she was hanging out the door. The sight before her was devastating. The bodies of hundreds of people were rotting, with arrows sticking out of their backs. She was almost sick at the smell.

Lancelot came up behind her. "Ride with me." Was all he said. She looked at him and nodded and she gently lowered herself before Lancelot on his horse. He turned his horse so she would have to look behind him to see the carnage. He rode up beside Arthur with the precious bundle in front of his horse.

"Saxons." Was all he said, not even glancing at his sister.

She gave a sad sigh and Lancelot turned her chin towards him. Her eyes were misty with tears. "Do not worry. He is just being thick. He will come around I promise."

"How can you promise such things? You saw him. He can't even look at me. He is probably disgusted with me for living with the Woads. I am ugly and worthless in his eyes now. I am surprised you and the rest of the knights have not followed his example." And with that the tears that she tried so hard to keep back were let loose. Her eyes were turning yellow and green with the bruises, and the swelling had left, a sure indication of a strong recovery. She turned her head away from him shamefully. Lancelot, angry that she would think that way, took her chin in his hand once again and forced her to look at him. She would not meet his gaze and he grew frustrated.

"Liliana listen to me! Will you just look at me! For gods' sake look at me! Fine then. Listen to me. Liliana you could never be viewed that way in any of the knight's eyes. Arthur would never think of you that way. He loves you. I could never think of you that way. Dammit will you look at me?" She kept turning her head when he tried to get her to meet his gaze.

She finally got loose of his grip and jumped from his horse and ran back to the carriage, where she threw herself into Guinevere's arms and wept. Guinevere didn't question her friend, but just comforted her.

Arthur saw the whole confrontation and looked away sadly. He missed his sister that much was certain. And he saw the pain in the other knight's eyes when he would not look at her. He saw the pain in Lancelot's eyes when she put herself down. Lancelot loved his sister. He knew. He knew that his sister loved Lancelot. He shook his head to clear his mind.

He rode up to Tristan and the other knights who had been riding next to each other, he looked at them each in turn and ordered, "We'll sleep here. Take shelter in those trees." They all looked at each other and turned their horses around to convey to the caravan what they were doing.

Arthur then turned to Tristan, "Tristan."

He only need say one word and the scout understood what he must do. He turned to his hawk and said, "You want to go out? Yeah…" and released her into the air. He then took off to do his duty.

Guinevere had comforted her friend until she had cried herself to sleep. Lying in Guinevere's lap, like the say they were rescued, Guinevere stroked her friend's hair and stared out until her eyes rested on the back of Lancelot. She knew of Liliana's feelings towards him. She also saw the love in his eyes when he watched her or spoke to her. Even when her name came up she saw that his eyes lit up. She decided to find out what she could of the man who stole her best friend's heart.

"'Tis a beautiful country is it not?" she began. She watched as Lancelot turned his head towards her looking slightly dazed that she was talking to him.

She was quite miffed when his only answer was," If you say so."

"And where do you come from that compares? The Black Sea? This is heaven for me and Liliana."

For the first time Lancelot looked at the girl in Guinevere's lap. Liliana's face looked like she had been crying; the tear streaks that made a trail on her slightly dusty face made his stomach give a slight squeeze. He then grew angry at Arthur in his head and made a mental reminder to give his friend a lecture.

"I don't believe in heaven. I've been living in this hell." He replied with a hard gaze, which softened when he looked at Liliana. "But if she represents what heaven is," he began, not taking his eyes of Liliana's sleeping form, "then let her take me there." He finished looking at Guinevere pointedly.

Guinevere understood his look. He had just admitted his feelings for Liliana to her, a complete stranger and did not want her to tell Liliana. She watched as Lancelot's face turned towards the sky and his arms raise and rain and snow began falling down.

"Rain and snow at once. A bad omen." Was all he said as he dismounted with a final look at Liliana and led his horse into the trees. Guinevere stared at his back as she watched him leave. With a small smile on her face she gently woke up the sleeping girl.

Liliana was walking towards the carriage with Guinevere. Fuliciana was going to give them a bath to get all the dirt and grime off their bodies. She looked over at Dag and smiled as he put his jacket over Lucan to keep him warm. The young boy looked at Dagonet as a father. It was touching to see the gentle giant who could become so fierce in battle, see to the needs of a small 7 year old boy. She watched as Dag placed his sword next to him incase he would need to defend himself and Lucan.

She looked over to where Marius and his mercenaries were sitting around the fire. They looked to be planning something. Liliana nudged Guinevere as she was climbing into the wagon. She looked pointedly over at Marius. Guinevere followed her gaze and her eyes hardened.

They both looked at each other as they heard him say, "It is here, given to us by the Pope. These people, they send an army for us."

They looked at each other one more time before they climbed into the wagon. Fuliciana beckoned to Liliana to wash up first since she was the dirtiest. Fuliciana stripped her tattered clothing off of her and gave it to Guinevere to place it by the entrance so they could burn the clothing. She then gave the girl a sheet to cover herself with so her modestly would be preserved.

Liliana covered herself and faced away from the translucent covering. She felt the cool water cleanse into her skin and the wind blew causing her to shiver slightly. She heard Fuliciana gasp at all of her scars from battles. She was used to this reaction. Guinevere had had the very same one when she was taking care of her when she was sick. Of course Guinevere had her share of scars but they had not been as numerous as hers had been.

Suddenly she felt like she was being watched. She turned around to see Lancelot staring at her scar ridden back. She looked deeply into his eyes to see pain, sadness, regret, and lust. She became embarrassed as he continued to watch her and her gaze became hard. He turned away sadly and settled himself by the fire.

After they had gotten washed up Fuliciana gave them dresses of hers. Since they girls were very thin they dresses were a little big on them, Guinevere in an eggshell blue and Liliana in a soft green. Once the Liliana and Guinevere were done dressing themselves, they began to converse in the language of the Woads. Liliana had known this language since she was little. Her mother had taught it to her so she would be able to communicate with her own people.

"Your father wishes to see us tonight." Guinevere said in a soft whisper. "He wants me to get Arthur to follow me there."

"I will follow you shortly after. Maybe he will talk to me." Replied Liliana with a look of sadness in her eyes.

"I hope you do not think me cruel Liliana, but Arthur is our only hope. I know he is your brother and I feel terrible when I say this but Merlin wishes me to get Arthur to lead us."

"You mean as in…" she said looking quizzically at the woman next to her. The woman next to her answered simply but putting her head down and nodding.

"I see. Do you have any feelings for him?"

"I do. I hope you believe me but I do. I have not known him long but it seems that I have. Please trust me when I say this but I feel very deeply for your brother."

"Guinevere you have become one of my most trusted friends. I know and trust what you tell me. Promise me one thing; swear to me that you will not hurt him. He is my brother and I love him. Please promise me."

Guinevere hugged her friend tightly. "I promise." She whispered in her ear. The girls held each other at arms length before Guinevere walked towards the wagon.

Suddenly she was grabbed by the arm and turned around to face Tristan. He had a very alert and inquisitive look on his face.

"What were you talking about just now?" he demanded out of her.

"Nothing Tristan. Just women talk." She lied with a hint of fear in her voice. Tristan, like all the knights still alive, was very dear to her, although he had a habit to be bale to read through her lies.

"I could not understand what you were talking about, but I did hear Arthur's and Merlin's name. What are you plotting?" he demanded once again, still holding tightly to her arm.

"How dare you think that I was plotting against you! You are all my brothers in arms! I would never do anything to harm you!" she spoke angrily towards Tristan. She was angered, hurt, and confused as to why he would think she would intentionally hurt one of them.

"I am sorry. It's not you I don't trust it's…" he trailed off letting go her arm.

"I understand you are just being protective Tristan, but understand I'm still the same me." She said, her voice losing the edge she had before.

"I apologize." He said once again.

"You know…this is the most you've ever said to me at one time." She said laughing.

"Yeah, yeah…" was all he said as he walked away. But she could have sworn she saw a small smile forming on his face.

With the knowledge that she had almost gotten Tristan to full out smile, Liliana walked around the camp with a more cheery disposition.

As she was walking she came up to about where Lancelot was sitting. He looked tired, mentally and physically. He rubbed his face with his hands resignedly and looked up when he heard her approach. He saw that she was cold and when he looked at what she was wearing he understood why. (A/N: think Guinevere's dress in the movie but think a light green, and a dark blue cloak.) He caught her eye and motioned for her to take a seat next to him. She sat down beside to him and leaned close to his body warmth. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her, bringing his cloak over to cover her more. She smiled up at him looking deep into his eyes.

After a moment of silence she asked, "What is it like, your home?"

With an almost serious face her answered her, "We sacrifice goats, drank their blood, and danced naked round fires."

She laughed a light laugh and watched as Lancelot laughed at his own joke. She saw Lancelot look down at her watching her remaining smile at his funny story. She was staring straight into the ground thinking of how good it felt to be next to him. His smell intoxicated her lungs. Little did she know her own scent and presence was doing the same to Lancelot. She looked at Lancelot willing him to continue on. He looked down into the ground and then stared with squinted eyes in front of him.

He began wistfully," What I do remember... Home...Oceans of grass from horizon to horizon, further than you can ride. The sky, bigger than you can imagine." He paused looking straight into her eyes. "No boundaries."

He got lost in her eyes for a moment. Those deep green pools were staring straight into his, relaying her sympathy that he was taken from there to come a fight for a cause no of his own. He felt he sigh and break the eye contact as she leaned against his chest.

"Some people would call that freedom." She began. She looked back up at him to see him smiling down at her. "That's what they fight for - their land, their people. The right to choose our own destiny. You see, you are very much alike."

He looked pointedly at her. She knew that argument was closed by his simple look. She did not want to upset him anymore.

"And when you return home, will you take a wife, have sons?" she joked.

He did not laugh jovially as she hoped he would, instead it was more of a sarcastic laugh as he said," I've killed too many sons. What right do I have to my own?"

Still trying to jest with him and make him have a real smile she asked, "No family. No Religion. Do you believe in anything at all?" "I would have left your friend and the boy there to die." He said ashamedly. She stared into his eyes that were full of sadness. She placed her hand upon his cheek as their faces began to get closer and closer. When they were only a breath away from each other, Lancelot sighed and got up.

He started walking over to where Bors, Galahad, and Gawain were seated around the fire. He turned around to see Liliana with a hurt look on her face.

"Lance…anythin' botherin' you?" Bors asked as Lancelot came to join their group with a dejected face.

"No. Nothing at all." Was the reply. The knights, save Lancelot, looked at each other sadly as the saw Lancelot sigh and stare into the fire, and Liliana with drooping shoulders get up and stride to the wagon to join Guinevere.

"Are you alright?" Guinevere probed her friend who came in with a dejected look.

"I am fine really. We should go. You go and take the way that will pass you by Arthur. He may be dozing so don't step too lightly. I shall meet you there."

"Very well." Guinevere said with a neutral tone.

"Wait! Guinevere be careful. There are Saxons out there and I don't want something to happen to you or my brother."

Guinevere looked over at her friend and gave her a tight hug. "You be careful yourself. Here…I got this from one of the wagons. Use it wisely." She pressed a dagger into her hand. Liliana nodded and took the dagger and strapped it to her thigh under her dress. She watched as Guinevere stepped out of the carriage. She waited a few seconds and she did the same. Cutting into the woods she knew would take her to her father faster then the route Guinevere was going, she broke into a run, making sure though that she was silent. She felt as though she was being watched, but shrugged it off as herself being silly.

She ran up a hill to find the place where she was to meet her father empty to the unknowing eye, but she knew well enough her father was here. She could sense him.

"Father?" she whispered. She looked around the trees and tried to find out where he could have hidden himself.

"My daughter, come to me." Came the soft reply of words on the wind. Liliana gleefully smiled as she followed the voice and come behind a grove of trees where her father was waiting. She launched herself into his arms.

"Father it is good to see you again." She spoke quietly in her native tongue.

"My daughter seeing you safe and healing makes my soul pleased. Guinevere is coming with Arthur is she not?"

"Yes she took a longer route so I could get here before her."

"Very well. You have done well my daughter, you were followed were you not?"

Liliana glanced around nervously, she could still not shake the feeling that she was being followed but had simply put it off as nerves. If her father had sensed it then she knew it to be true.

"I felt like I was but I didn't know for sure."

"Have no fear daughter, it is not an enemy." He ended their conversation when he looked over to the general direction Guinevere was supposed to be coming from. She heard the crunching of the leaves and backed away and hide herself behind the brush.

She could see Guinevere enter the small grove of trees and look to where Merlin and she were hiding. Arthur looked from Guinevere to where she was looking only to find the form of Merlin standing there. She watched as he drew Excalibur and look harshly at Guinevere.

"You betrayed me!" he yelled angrily and almost hurt.

Guinevere, ever the calm woman, soothingly said to him, "He means you no harm."

She watched as her father walked down the small embankment towards her brother. She turned slightly to her left to fix her dress that was snagged on a limb when she saw Lancelot come up from another division of foliage, both twin swords drawn. Arthur and Guinevere were the only ones shocked that he was there. Arthur held out a hand to stop Lancelot's advancement. Liliana watched as they all stood in a square formation, Arthur and Lancelot eyeing Guinevere and her father closely.

Her father was not fazed though, "Peace between us this night, Arthur Castus. So Rome is leaving. The Saxon have come. The world we have known and fought for is ended. Now, we must make a new world."

Again her brother answered with resentment, "Your world, Merlin. Not mine. I shall be in Rome."

Her father still did not show any emotion to betray how he felt. "To find peace? The Saxon will come to Rome."

Arthur glanced Lancelot's way when he said, "My knights trust me not to betray them to their enemy."

Merlin looked straight into Arthur's eyes and declared, "Rome was my enemy. Not Arthur. We have no fight between us."

She saw both Lancelot and Arthur grow angry. Arthur was about to reply when Lancelot beat him to it. "You tell that to the knights you killed before our very eyes! Whose bones are buried in this earth!"

She was amazed that even after Lancelot's outburst her father did not waver once. But when she was with the Woads she never saw her father show very much emotion. When she asked Guinevere about this she confirmed that neither had she.

"We have all lost brothers." Came the cool reasoning voice of her father.

Arthur was beginning to grow angry. This man was speaking as if he knew was true suffering was. "You know nothing of the loss I speak! Shall I help you remember? An attack on a village. The screams of an innocent woman and child."

Liliana gasped. Arthur was talking about the night that her mother had died. She remembered little of it and remembered little of her mother, but stories that Arthur told her brought some memories back. She heard her brother begin to speak once again.

"I ran to the burial mound of my father to free them. To kill you." Her brother's voice was so deadly that it frightened her. She could see that Guinevere and Lancelot were also surprised at his voice. "I feel the heat of that fire on my face even now."

Liliana nodded even though her brother could not see her. She felt the heat. She remembered sleeping and waking up to screaming and flame all around her. She began wandering around the house trying to find her mother or brother. She remembered walking into the back part of the hut when suddenly her brother charged through the window, grabbed her, and then somehow managed to get both of them out of there.

"I did not wish her dead. Nor did I wish your sister harm. They were of our blood." She felt the heaviness in her father's voice and decided to make herself known.

"As are you." She spoke, walking out from the trees. Everyone save Merlin turned to look at her. Arthur and Lancelot both had looks of sure shock written upon their faces. Guinevere a look of sympathy, for she knew revealing herself took a lot to do.

She was surprised when her brother addressed her for the first time, "Liliana, what are you doing here?"

Liliana did not answer but instead looked to Guinevere as she heard her friend ask Arthur, "If you were so determined to leave us to slaughter, why did you save so many?"

She watched as her brother contemplated this and lower his sword. Arthur looked to Lancelot who did the same with both of his.

"My men are strong but have need of a true leader. They believe you can do anything. To defeat the Saxons, we need a master of war. Why do you think I spared you in the forest?" she watched as her father turned to walk to stand in between herself and Guinevere.

Arthur and Lancelot were turning to leave when Merlin cried out to Arthur,"That sword you carry is made of iron from this earth, forged in the fires of Britain. It was love of your mother and sister that freed the sword, not hatred of me. Love, Arthur."

Liliana stayed quiet. Her brother was cross with her as it was. She had to mentally prepare herself for an argument they would have when she returned. She would get Arthur to talk to her no matter what. She watched as her brother slowly turned back towards Guinevere, Merlin, and herself. She looked into Lancelot's eyes that told her they would also talk later.

"It is your destiny." Guinevere spoke to Arthur. Liliana watched as his face contorted into anger.

"There is not destiny. There is only free will." Was all he said as ha and Lancelot silently walked back towards camp.

She watched as her brother stopped when her father spoke again.

"And what of the free will of your knights?" Liliana watched as her brother stop walking, she knew he was listening to what her father was saying. "Did they die in vain?"

She watched as her brother's shoulders dropped and his head lowered. She wanted to run to him and comfort him, and with a glance at Guinevere, she knew her friend wanted to do that same. She watched as the backs of her brother and Lancelot disappeared from view.

She turned to her father and friend and sighed. Guinevere came up and put her arms around her friend to comfort her. Her father simply looked at both girls and nodded towards them sadly as he journeyed back home. When he had gone from view Guinevere and Liliana began the journey back to camp.

When they arrived from camp they both started in different directions. Guinevere gave Liliana a sympathetic look as she spotted Arthur over Liliana's shoulder. She then continued on her way to the carriage.

WOW…ok this chapter took me a whole 5 hours to write. It's the longest single chapter I have ever written. Anyways I was going to continue but I decided to break it into 2 different chapters. The next chapter will have the talk between Arthur and Liliana as well as the one between Liliana and Lancelot. Read and review please!