You two arrive to the camp to find the rich Roman dead and everyone else in quite a bustle. Apparently there has been an uproar. Seeing one of your sister's arrows struck in the chest of the dead man, you figure out she was the one to stop it. Tristan gallops to his commander throwing him a Saxon crossbow and claiming it to be armor-piercing. But you don't really listen to the man, even before he has stopped his horse you leap off it and run to your sister to hug her.
"I though I lost you!" you exclaim tightening your hold of her.
"There were no news about your whereabouts. I looked everywhere." You almost cry.
"I know you did, and if someone would have found me, it would have been you", Guinevere cries too. In the mean time the knights, aside from Tristan who knows who you are, are gaping for air. Especially Arthur and Lancelot seem saddened.. and, as disgusting as it is, horny.

"Are you two special friends?!" Bors finally blurts and Dagonet slaps him over the head. Guinevere looks at the knights and their red faces and for the first time since being captured she laughs, long and heartily.
"Sisters... and not the kind who love each other ", you tell them blushing and raise your eyes to meet Tristan's deep brown ones. He seems amused but you've known him long enough to know that you can not be always sure with him.- Has it really been only a few hours-, you wonder,-It feels like years.-

"Well. After everyone's relations with each other are solved", says Arthur finally recovering his speech and throwing a look -easily capable of killing- at Bors, who mutters something along the lines:"Everyone else was thinking the same thing, I just said it out loud".
"We should really get going. The Saxons are not far away", Arthur concludes.
"Would you..."
"Nimue, sir", you answer him.
"Nimue. Would you like to travel in the wagon with your sister?" Arthur offers kindly.
"No, thank you, sir. I can scout with Tristan. Four eyes can see more than two." you suggest.
"I don't think Tristan want's..." Arthur starts but is cut short when Tristan gives you his hand to lift you behind him on the horse and you two start to gallop away from the camp, you holding tightly around his waist to prevent yourself from falling.
"..company" he ends his sentence baffled. Guinevere consoles him by putting a hand on his arm, which causes Lancelot to throw a jealous look at the two of them.
"She couldn't stay still in a wagon and she is the best scout I know. Similar souls seem to like each others company. Even when they are normally loners." She says to him before climbing to the wagon.

You and Tristan spend two days going on circles around the painfully slow caravan. You two kill all the scouts the Saxons send to learn about the caravan and their whereabouts. In two occasions you even shoot arrows at the main group from save, higher grounds. Every once in a while you climb to tall trees to take a look around. Tristan always stays down with his horse. You figure soon out that the man actually can't climb very well and doesn't want to show it. This kind of pride, common to many men, amuses you, but you know better than tease him about it, because you know he could make you ride his horse on your own and you would fall in seconds, probably breaking your neck in the progress. -Maybe I can teach him to climb in the future-, you catch yourself thinking one time when up in a treetop. You shake yourself out of it in a minute. He will leave the minute he gets his papers, he has nothing to stay for in this country. He wouldn't stay. At least not for a wild, untamed, stubborn girl who was certainly not a damsel in distress. -That's what all men want, someone little and obeying, someone who doesn't have a sharp tongue and who needs his man to save him from every little rodent hanging in the corner of the cot.-, you think, suddenly feeling very down and bitter.

Finally you climb down where Tristan has lighted a small fire to roast the rabbit you caught earlier.
"There's only one apple left. Here, you take it." Tristan offers you the last apple from his bag.
"But you love apples", you question him. He just shrugs his shoulders and gives you the fruit. Some of his long hair had fall in his face and you just couldn't resist your urge and brush it back. Suddenly you realize the lack of space between you two and the fact that you still have your hand tangled in his hair. As he does not make any gesture to retrieve but just watch you deeply in your eyes, you start to braid the hairs which always fall to cover his eyes. He leans slightly closer as you do so and seems to inhale deeply. -Is he... is he Sniffing me?- you think uncertainly. For a reason you don't know, you blurt out.

"what do I smell of?" He seems surprised of being caught but then he does something unexpected. He leans even closer. His forehead leans on your chin, touching your collarbone softly with his lips. You feel his breath on your neck. -Holy Avalon!- you think holding his head and closing the last gap between the two of you as he puts his arms around you, holding you tightly.

"Of forest, spring and mead. More intoxicating than any mead I've ever drank" he whispers almost too quietly for you to hear. Later you would go back at this as the exact moment you fell to the man, harder than ever before for anyone. Unluckily that was the same exact moment the man's hawk decides to jealously shriek on the ears of you both. That ruins the moment pretty much completely. You two sit awkwardly on the opposite sides of the fire and eat your dinner trying not to look at each other.

After a while you two go to sleep as the fire dies down in the night. You wake up a few hours later trembling because of the cold. You tip toe next to the knight and ask if you can sleep together, he just grunts half asleep. But when you lie next to him he puts his arm around you and murmurs in his sleep :"Spring and mead". You fall a sleep with a smile on your lips.