"Where is she? Where is Isabella?" Clyde asked anxiously, looking at
Farrel in a mixture that could be described as shock and relief.
Farrel opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the King.

"I'll get the visitors out of here," replied King Philip, and he left
the room so that he could see the rest of his guests out. He
approached King Edward, who, remembering Isabella's uncle's anger,
hastened to say, "Ah, your Highness, I have already heard about the
rudeness of my son. I assure you, it will not happen again.
I have already taken care of the matter. He has agreed to take an
oath to act in the way a proper husband should. My deepest
apologies to both you, and your lovely daughter Isabella. I'm sure
that young Edward feels the same."

King Philip looked at the second king, confused at what just happened.
This was the first he had heard of Prince Edward acting inproper.
Of course, during the dinner, he had been somewhat preoccupied with
the worry of Isabella, the real one, being safe. But finally,
he just decided to accept the King's statement, and move on to more
pressing matters. "I'm afraid something urgent has come up, and
I regret to inform you that your exit is required." He purposely made
no specific excuse as to why they were to leave, for that would cause
him to want to stay. Best let them think it is the fault of their
own.

King Edward looked at King Philip, dismayed that he was so abruptly
asked to leave. But he considered it to be the fault of his son,
and Piers, who probably upset the princess, so they were to leave.
"You do know that the treaty still holds," he said, making sure. Even
if his son was acting like a bastard, there was no breaking loose of
the treaty.

"Of course I do," King Philip replied, not having even thought of
undoing it. King Philip now considered the English to be quite
peculiar. He wondered if Isabella would turn out like this man has.

Edward frowned, this had gone much easier than expected. He had been
prepared for the worst, expecting everything to be hostile with the
French, especially after a war. Perhaps this treaty had been one of
his better ideas. "Then- we'll get going."

As the two kings continued to converse, Xander helped Farrel
get the spell set up. "How do you know that this will undo the
'spell'?" Xander asked, lighting some candles. "And me and Cordy
will get back to our exact time won't we?" Xander suddenly got a
sinking fear of being sent to the wrong time, where they would not
know how to send them forward.

Farrel groaned impatiently; the stress was getting to him. "It just
will! Trust me." At that moment, the loud noise of a door slamming
was heard. "Edward and his men must have left," Farrel commented.
It was a good thing. Too many people were around, especially those
that did not know anything that was going on.

"I don't think Isabella should marry that stupid prince," Xander's
face darkened at the memory of him. "He won't make her happy."

"Suffice to say, I don't have much of a choice in the matter. Neither
does she, nor her father. It was just a string of unfortunate events
that led up to this." The door swung open, and Clyde appeared in the
doorway.

"Isabella is back!" he said excitedly, his face glowing. The three
men raced to the main room to greet the long lost princess.

Isabella turned to face the three men that ran into the room. Clyde
and Farrel, she already know, but the last, she had never seen before.
And there was another girl here, who looked astonishing like her,
and was wearing her clothes. But that would be dealt with later.
First, she had to deal with her top priority.

"Father," she said coolly, looking him straight in the eye. "I would
like you to meet my fiance, my real fiance, Roger Mortimer." She
gestured to the man that was waiting at the door, and the two of them
stood next to each other and clasped hands. "We are to be wed at
once. I do not expect you to be there, I was just coming to get my
belongings. Which I see you've been giving out." She turned her
gaze to Cordelia, who was standing next to Xander.

"You're marrying him!" Clyde, of all people, erupted. Xander and
Cordelia quickly looked over at him, surprised at his reaction.
"You're not supposed to marry him!"

"That's exactly right Clyde, she's obligated to marry Prince Edward!"
King Philip agreed.

"Marriage is not supposed to be an obligation, Father!" Isabella
sounded exasperated. "I don't love Prince Edward!"

"Who does?" muttered Cordelia. "I mean besides Piers. He's an
asshole." Xander, being the only one to hear her throughout the
commotion, turned and smiled at her.

"Of course you don't love Prince Edward! You're supposed to love
me!" Clyde blurted out. "After everything I did for you- for us! I
gave us a chance, to get out of here, the two of us, together, and
you left me for him! For- this- Roger Mortimer!" Once the words
left his mouth, there was no stopping them.

Isabella's expression softened, and she stepped toward Clyde. "Clyde,
what'd you do?" She asked softly, not wanting to hear the answer.

"I cast the spell on you! You wouldn't leave with me on your own
free will. We discussed that remember? So I decided to give you a
chance- it was for your own happiness. The spell was to allow you
to join with your true love." Clyde's voice broke. "And apparently,
that's not me."

Isabella's eyes watered. "Clyde- I told you- it was over between us.
I met Roger and I fell in love with him. That's why I wouldn't leave
with you."

"Just a minute! How do you know magic!" Farrel demanded of Clyde.

"You're not the only one who can be a wizard," Clyde sneered at Farrel.
"I picked up a thing or two, just by watching you."

"Daughter, I know you- don't want to marry Prince Edward- but it's
part of the treaty. We could get attacked and killed by England
tomorrow if you don't go through with it," King Philip said, politics
always governing his mind.

"To hell with that goddamn England!" Clyde roared, anger exploding
out of him. Isabella stepped back next to Roger in fear, worried
about what Clyde was capable of. As it turns out, she was smart, for
Clyde snatched King Philip's sword before the king had time to react.
He charged for Roger Mortimer, having all the intentions of killing
the man who stole the woman he was supposed to spend his life with.
But Cordelia, the fake Isabella, stopped him. She hit him over the
head with a vase, knocking him out cold.

Isabella knelt next to the body of her old lover. "What's going to
happen to him?" She looked up at her father through her eyelashes,
tears threatening to fall. Despite everything, she still cared about
Clyde.

"He'll have to be executed for treason," the king said sternly.
Treason was not accepted within his community, and he wasn't about
to make an exception.

"No," Isabella murmured. She kissed Clyde's forehead, as her way
of saying she was sorry. Sorry that his plan didn't go as expected.
Sorry that she had found comfort and love with a man other than he.
Sorry that he was to be killed, and there was nothing in the world
she could do about it.

"In the meantime I'll do a spell that'll wipe both your memories clean
of this incident," Farrel looked at the two that were supposed to
be engaged.

Isabella stood, and grabbed Roger's arm. "No- you're not doing this
to me. I won't marry that Prince!"

"Can I say something?" Cordelia asked. She had been feeling very out
of the loop for a while, and it was time for her to give her two
cents now.

"Go ahead," King Philip nodded.

"Ok- Prince Edward is a jerk. I mean, really, you won't like him at
all. I know I didn't. But I come from the future, you see. You're
like my great-great, whatever great grandmother. So, I'm sorry, but
you have to marry him- if I'm to be born, you know?"

"The difficulties of time travel," Farrel sighed. "I certainly didn't
bring you here to have you to return unborn."

"I'm really sorry- I so didn't want to say this. But I don't want
to return to the future- with everything messed up. I wish that there
was another way," Cordelia looked at Isabella apologetically.

"So I have to marry him for the sake of others? What about us?"
Isabella gestured to Roger.

"Your memories will be cleared of each other, I assure you." Farrel
replied.

"If you two are really in love- it'll work out," Cordelia said. "You
could take him as your lover."

"I don't like this idea," Isabella said.

"But it's all we have," King Philip said. "Farrel- send these two
back to their home."

Xander smiled at Cordelia, glad he was able to escape this discussion.
It was hitting too close to home; he had left Anya at the altar just
recently. "Hey- we're finally going home." The two of them took hands,
and followed Farrel to go back to the future.