There was a bang on the door and they're two head snapped to the sound. Gaiwan barged in, "Uh sorry, but Galahad we need you now." Creiddylad followed them and approached the outside wall. They saw the Saxons setting up camp near. Tristan broke the silence, "Saxons will fight tomorrow."

Galahad turned his head in disbelief and walked away as Creiddylad followed.

"Galahad..."

"I have my freedom but not my peace," he stopped.

"The world is unkind but have hope."

"Yes, I hope that we can escape early enough to avoid it."

Creiddylad taken aback, "You mean you would run?"

"No, I would live. As I should have, if the Romans never came to our village." Galahad grew defensive.

"You never ran before," Creiddylad retorted, "Not as a child even. And I'm sure you had many opportunities to run during your service, but you didn't. So why now?"

"Because I have everything to lose now! Before, I didn't give a damn and had nothing. I was knight and that was it. And I was content as dying as one. By the gods' graces, you came back to me and I have the discharge. I have my life, my freedom, and my love... And I won't be eager to risk, nay cast it all for a land I've hated much of my life!" She was stunned to hear words of selfishness and defeat coming from his mouth.

"You do not sound like the Galahad I know."

"Are you willing to risk your life for a foreign land that nearly took your life many of times?" Galahad barked.

"No, it's not for the land. It's for innocent people, for Arthur's ideal, for us."

"Great, Arthur influenced you with his own grand plan of Camelot has he?" he rolled his eyes.

"Galahad, presume I would go with you tomorrow. We travel far and long and risk our lives on our way. We go back to Sarmatia. As you said, people may be dead, forgotten, or moved on. Then, what do we have?"

Galahad inched to her face, "You would not go with me?" His words were mixed with concern and accusation.

"I'm not sure."

"And what of us? You're going to sacrifice it for another man's ambitions?"

"No, I going to protect it by controlling our fates here. By running, you leave it to the gods to take your life. And that is not living."

Galahad became more impatient and took a few steps away and yelled in frustration to the air. He came back to her carefully choosing his words and tone. As calmly as he can, "So if I would leave, you would stay?"

"Yes," she spoke quietly not to enrage him.

"What happened to you trusting my decision?"

"You're not putting it into perspective."

"Don't you love me?" His infamous temper began to wax.

"In every which way."

"I cannot not let you go," he threw his hands up, "I'm sorry if that seems selfish. I love you more than anything... Actually, you are the only one and thing I love. Creiddylad, this is the one thing I ask of you. You can resent me for the rest of our days. Hate me, ignore me, hit me, haunt me... Just come with me tomorrow," he paused to allow her to answer.

Creiddylad stood more unsure with her opinion. Galahad and her are finally reunited. The war of heart and mind seem to be forefront in her thinking. Creiddylad saw his face blended with many emotions. She looked back to her surroundings; the structures, the people, the earth that lie below her feet, the knights, Arthur, and to Galahad. She vexed herself for being a weak woman.

"I will go," Creiddylad said with defeat.

Galahad charged and embraced her as he kissed the top of her head. He sighed in relief, "Thank you." Creiddylad didn't know how to react to him. Her arms instinctively laced around him. She smiled small which took much effort. Although she was happy that her and Galahad are together, she still felt guilt and dread for the morrow's events.