Disclaimer: Did you know the synonyms of disclaimer are: rider, proviso, qualification, repudiation, provision, condition, stipulation and requirement. It's too early in the morning to know what these mean, or look them up. I'll just say they mean NOT BELONGING TO ME AND SAVING ME FROM LEGAL ACTION.

Ok, my chapters are short, but if they're not too short, but not too long, I'll, be able to get it out faster. O.K? O.K. Now this story will be improving with a slightly un-cheesy plot, though still cheesy. R/R. I love them, they boost my ego!

Kelly *-*

Chapter 7

Kel was able to change into a simple dress with out a corset, or bodice which would choke her to death. Outside the battle raged, though she couldn't bear to think of it, for she yeared to be out there too much. She made her way down to the mess hall, assuming that the ladies would all be down there. She was right.

At a table in the mess hall the ladies sat all gloomy and forlorn for fighting. Alanna was glancing around suspiciously, so Kel walked over.

"Lady, I barely know you, but still I can see you're up to something. Tell." Kel said cheekily. Alanna grinned.

"No impertinance from you Kel, and I feel that I know you as well as my daughter… Ok, maybe that wasn't a good example, but it's about right." Alanna looked guilty. "Anyway, I was thinking…" Alanna whispered the end of the sentence.

"Great Gods!" "Alanna!" "Aaaagh!" (A/N: Too much Monty Python and the Holy Grail) They all screamed, most of them sitting up. All eyes were on Alanna.

Thayet looked at Alanna, then shook her head. "Alanna, you'd never get away with it, you'd need to cut your hair, get a uniform, abduct a fighter, colour your hair…" she trailed on.

"Well, well!" a voice said behind Thayet.

She jumped up and swore. When she turned around there was no one there. She glanced around then saw the door. "What is that?" Thayet asked, scared.

Kel looked at it then swore. "Hello chamber, back again, are you?"

The face on the back of the door did not move, but a sound filled the hall. "Oh, wondrous protector of the small," Kel glared at the door, "You are all so much more interesting than that bare room, or even other worlds."

Alanna's face was white. "Is that… Is that the Chamber of the Ordeal?"

Yuki seemed amused by the thought. "You mean that room where you go before being knighted, it's not alive is it?"

Kel was laughing. "Yes it's the Chamber, and it's alive." Suddenly the chamber spoke.

"Ladies, you don't have to go around pretending to be men, or any of the sort, enough trouble will come your way very soon." The chamber faded from the door in laughing hysterics.

Buri went white. "It means, it means…wounded!" Buri said, looking petrified.

The door slammed open, and Osbern walked in, with many men on stretches behind him. "Miladies, you have been given permission to attend to the wounded, and only so." He left, as the stretches were brought in.

Around the room people were strewn as the ladies got to work, healing and fixing. Some had only minor wounds which were bound quickly and healed by Alanna. But the worst was still to come. Dom and Wolset, from his squad, had walked in carrying a stretcher. He looked at them and then looked down. "Neal was wounded, with a poison arrow. We think it's fatal." He moved across the room with Wolset and laid Neal in a gap near the ladies.

Kel and Yuki were white, whilst Alanna started screeching at Dom. "You idiot, not just you, Raoul, Jon, George! He should have been healing, he shouldn't have been fighting. If he dies, Duke Baird will kill the others!"

Wolset smiled wryly and then said, "Milady, we only think it is fatal, if you start healing him, he might live." Alanna screamed her final bit of frustration at Dom and then sat to start healing Neal. Kel grabbed water, and Yuki clothes. All the other ladies continued on the others.

Though the battle was nearly over, a different one could wound them all: Neal's life.

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Oooooh! What's gonna happen to Neal. Sadly I refuse to change any information in the books (Hint for those who have read Trickster's Choice.) but still… Anyway you have to appreciate a computer music program for stuffing up, or else I wouldn't have typed this. Kelly *-*