DISCLAIMER: UC: Undercover and its characters belong to the writers, creators, NBC, and a dozen others. NO infringement intended. All other original characters belong solely to the imagination of the author. Also, I know nothing of government operations and this is purely for fun. I hope I don't piss anyone off. If I mention certain groups for entertainment they were from a program at a local Ren fair and I will not use correct group names.

4 Fair Through His Eyes

As they left the encampment Lord Uther offered Cassandra his arm and she timidly slipped her hand through it. He then placed his hand on hers and patted it gently.

"Which way shall we go, My Lady?"

"Since I have no idea where anything is, you may lead on, Sir."

As they walked through the Fair, the number of people and vendors surprised her.

"It is very crowded." She observed. "Wait until this afternoon and in about two weeks it will be worse. The first weekend is nothing," he replied.

They had vendors for everything: food, drink, oils, incense, clothes, tankards…just everything.

"There are some really good musicians and a couple of shows that are my favorites, but I must insist …if you want to go to the 'Mudde Show' that I will not do." He laughed and shook his head.

"And why is that off limits?"

"Well, you see, they have a splash zone and that mud is impossible to get off."

"Oh my God…no …no Mudde Show for me either."

They traveled around the crowded paths and wound up on a stretch of path by the lake. It was quieter there, as though the crowds hadn't quite made it yet. The sun sparkled on the water and a slight breeze disturbed the trees. It was beautiful.

"I have a favorite spot along this lake that I would like to show you. We could go straight to a show, but we are at the end of all of them right now and would have to wait for the next performance."

He guided her down the main path and then to a small one that led to the lake. It seemed as though the outside noises did not make it to that spot, and all you could hear were the birds singing.

"This is it. Beautiful isn't it?"

"That it is." She sighed, taking in the quiet and the beautiful scent of the pine trees. "It's hard to believe that in the midst of all the noise, this is here."

"That's why I like it. It reminds me of a time long past when nothing but silence was all one heard in the woods."

He gently brushed the hair from her face and touched her cheek with his fingertips. At his touch it was as though the little quiet spot transformed itself. They were no longer by the lake, or at least not this lake. There were no tents in the distance, just trees and no road behind them. Then in a flash it was gone and everything returned as it had been. A wave of dizziness overtook her and she swayed slightly. Reaching out a hand he steadied her.

"Is anything wrong," he inquired.

"No, I don't think so. It is just that, well, it felt like I was somewhere else."

A small smile touched his lips, and he slipped his arm around her waist. "I know. I was there as well."

He guided her back up the slope to one of the small covered stages. Cassie looked at him, not really comprehending what just took place, but there was no time to ponder the question, because the performance was starting. As they walked up, the young men were just beginning and since it was the first day of the fair, the crowd was sparse, as in no one at all.

After the first song they looked up. "Hi Frank!"

"Hi guys, it's been a long time! How've you been?"

"Doing okay."

"Any new CD's yet…no just a compilation of the two oldest and an instrumental of some of the songs from the three. "Who's your friend?"

"Her name is…" He said and looked at Cassandra

It's Connie…Connie Powers."

"Nice to meet you, Connie Powers, I'm Greg and this is Ben."

After introducing themselves, they began to sing again. They sang and played Scottish and Irish melodies for the next forty–five minutes and Cassie really enjoyed it. They did funny songs and played some of the most beautiful instrumentals. All too soon it was finished and Lord Uther (Frank) was escorting Cassandra, (Connie Powers) to the next show. After two more shows he asked if she was planning to stay until closing.

She frowned and shook her head. "No, my Lord, I was not. It would be way after dark before I would reach home."

"How about some lunch? They make a great Kings Salad and they have regular food like hamburgers."

"Whatever is good," she replied, "I will trust your judgment."

He escorted her to the booths in the food court area and picked the Kings Salad and led her to a place by the lake. He put his cloak down so they would have a place to sit.

"So, you're Connie Powers, are you?"

"Yes. You're Frank?"

"Yes, Frank. Frank Donovan."

"Well, nice to meet you Mr. Donovan. Just out of curiosity, what do you do in mundane life?"

"I work for the government," he answered offhandedly.

"Mailman," she teased.

"No…Justice Department."

At that, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh as in has two big guns and work for the government?"

"Well, I've never heard it put quite like that."

"Sorry, my mouth runs away with me sometimes. My Lord, I shall remain in persona if you do not mind. That is the only way I can control what issues forth from my mouth."

Frank chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, My Lady, Lord Uther at your service."

They ate a quiet lunch at the lake with the sounds of the fair in the background. He leaned back on his elbow and looked out at the water before asking, "Would you like to stay for Pub Sing? I can follow you and make sure you get home safely."

"We shall see, My Lord, as the time draws closer." He just shook his head and a little smile played on his lips. "I am quite safe you know."

"All my intentions are most honorable as befitting a knight," he assured her.

Cassie smiled and her hair draped down, shielding her face from his eyes. He reached over and moved the curtain of her hair aside and she looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You know what they say about what road to hell is paved with," she quipped. "Bloody hell, there I go again!"

He guffawed and stood up, holding his hand out to her. She took it and stood up, but lost her balance on the incline and stepped into him a bit. He caught her waist to keep her from falling, but she recovered quickly.

"See what I mean. I am dangerous!"

"No," he replied. "Beautiful? Yes. Dangerous? I think not." He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and led her back up to the main path.

The rest of the afternoon, they moved from one show to another, he was thoroughly enjoying her excitement regarding the entertainment.

It was getting late in the afternoon and she took her watch out of her pouch and shook her head in dismay. "I really must go now to beat the traffic."

"Please stay, I will follow you home. I promise."

"I usually don't let strangers follow me home…"

"But," he said, "I am not a stranger. I am your knight in shining armor who will keep you from all harm."

Cassandra looked at him ready to laugh, but stopped herself because he had such a serious look on his face.

"I'll show you my ID if you don't believe who I really am. Then you will know that I can find you anytime I want."

"And would you do that, sir? Without my leave?"

"No," he replied flatly, "I could, but I wouldn't. Information such as that should be given freely."

He was looking intently at her with his marvelous dark eyes and she felt that she was drowning in his gaze. It was as though he could see into her very soul. "Will you stay, My Lady?"

"Yes, My Lord, I will stay."