I decided to stop using italics for Sarah when she was speaking in Latin. She is getting better with the language...actually I just didn't really bother with italics anymore. Here it is...Chapter 10!

Sarah sneezed loudly. Damn, she hated being sick. She never usually got sick in winter- for some reason she always ended up being sick during the summer months. Luckily she was on the mend. She had only opened her eyes for the first time since her collapse this morning. She was disturbed when the knights told her that she had been unconscious for several days with a fever before her fever had broken. Sniffling her nose, she looked up grimly to the smirking knights surrounding her bed.

"We did warn you…" Gawain said.

"Yes. I know…warned me. Not to stay outside during winter?" Sarah asked. "Actually you don't colds from being cold- you get colds for staying inside too much- there's something I'll bet you never knew." Sarah continued as an after thought in English. "Something to do with cleanliness, if I remember correctly- which none of you seems to possess a sense of hygiene, which would explain why so many people died from colds during this period."

The knights looked at her with confused eyes.

Galahad sat down on her bed and looked at her.

Sarah laughed. Sobering at their depressed looks, she looked at them all sternly, "What?" She looked at them as if they were all insane. "You should not stay with me. I would rather be outside rather in with sick person. You may get it."

"Don't be ridiculous. We are happy to stay with you milady," Dagonet said patronisingly.

Sarah smiled up at them weakly. "How's Maddy?"

"Uh…well- you see, Sarah…none of us has seen her since you fell ill," Galahad said, looking down ashamedly.

"Oh," was all Sarah said in reply. "Um…I think I would like time alone now." Trying to keep her composure, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. This was never going to be easy. It made getting home all the more important. With shuddering realisation, she figured that maybe, just maybe- she did not want to return home. To be totally honest with herself, Sarah felt more at home here than in her own home. She felt like she could belong here- with some exceptions to the rules applied to what women could do and what they couldn't. Maddy's disappearance made her remember that she was not one of them and never would be. She did not belong here- not matter how much she wished that she could stay. It was not fair to her family and friends to be so selfish. She was not homesick as such, being a boarder at an all girl's boarding school had taught her to be largely self reliant. She had gotten used to being away from home at a quite young age. There was a knock at the door. "Come in if urgent."

The door creaked open to reveal Tristan standing alone in the doorway.

"Morning," Sarah said from her place on the bed.

"You're…awake." Tristan seemed surprised to see her sitting up in bed.

"Yes." An awkward silence filled the air and Sarah felt uneasy.

He walked over to her and sat down beside her. "I am glad you are awake."

Sarah smiled lightly at him, "Well…I am too…just a little bored. The others have had me locked in this room since early in the morning. I want fresh air…this room smells horrible. What was wrong with me?"

"You got sick with a fever," Tristan said simply.

"Oh."

Watching her sitting up was quite a relief for Tristan. He had been out of his mind with worry for her since he was called to tend to her by Dagonet in the wagon that day of the argument. Her hair was lank and dull and had lost its shine, but a sparkle was in her eyes at the thought of leaving her room. "You will not be able to leave your room for a while. Not until you regain your strength." He watched her shoulders slump and the sparkle vanished from her eyes.

"Where is Maddy?" She asked, looking him in the eye. "Soldiers did not hurt her did they?" she muttered darkly.

"I know not. She just vanished."

"I am worried for her, Tristan. If something happens to her, I don't know what I will do. She is all I have from home. I am afraid that if she's gone I will forget about where I come from. I need to find my way back. My family will be worried. I miss them." A new thought occurred to her. "What happened to Riach and Liam? Are they alright? Are they here?" She sat up straighter in bed and gazed into Tristan's eyes questioningly.

"After you collapsed, I let them stay in the wagon. I saw no point in giving them back to the Romans. They're here. Dagonet has been tending to their needs."

Sarah smiled brightly. It made her look beautiful. "Thank you. Thank you so much. It means the world to me."

Tristan said nothing. What could someone say to that? He shifted uncomfortably where he was standing.

"Can't I go for a walk? Just a little one…the littlest of little ones? Pretty please, Tristan?"

He suppressed a smile at the juvenile lying before him. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"Not good enough reason." Sarah pouted and folded her arms in annoyance. "I will find a way to get out of this room- I swear on the not yet dug grave of my mother…" she paused for a little bit before continuing, "…and I hope it will not be dug for a very long time. But if it was dug, and she was dead, I would swear upon it." When Tristan laughed- a musical sound vibrating from deep within his chest, Sarah cocked her head to one side and said, "You should laugh more often. You look nicer when you smile. Kinder. More human."

Tristan stopped smiling and stared at her.

"Ah…see? Now it's gone. I am going to miss that smile," Sarah said smiling sleepily. She yawned loudly. "Ok…that was weird. Now I'm sleepy. What is my body doing? I've had enough sleep. I want to be outside. With Maddy…" she yawned once more. "…exploring the wilderness…free as a bird…" She frowned. "I can't stay here forever…I shouldn't be spending time sleeping…need to find way to home."

"Your body is exhausted from the fever, Sarah. Like it or not, you do need rest." Tristan said. "I will help you find a way home, I promise. Just when you're well again." He paused. "Maybe I can take you on one of my scouting expeditions."

"I'd like that…When I wake up…I am going to tell you how I got here. You need to know I am not a traitor or spy. I know many things about what is going to happen- who is going to live and who is going to die." Her face scrunched up in confusion. "Maybe that's the way home. Die here and be taken home. Maybe that's the way it works. I don't know. I think I have said too much." Sarah's head flopped back onto the pillows and she fell into an exhausted slumber, dreaming of home, leaving Tristan to ponder how much she knew about their futures. And why she was thinking of killing herself to get herself home. He was puzzled. She could not be from another world. That was insane. Other worlds just did not exist. They weren't supposed to. How else would one explain her innocence and naivety? She needed protecting, that much was clear. Watching her in slumber, he noted that she seemed completely and utterly at peace. Like nothing bad could touch her. He smiled softly down upon her and kissed her gently on her brow.