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When I next awoke I felt a hell of a lot better. Looking around me, I saw Gwen sitting up at the back of the wagon looking worriedly at me, but she started to grin when she saw me looking awake and alive.

"Wow," she said. "You look better."

"Yeah, I feel better than I have in ages."

"You might want to thank the man you're lying on top of!" Gwen cackled.

I looked down, not sure what she was talking about.

"Ahh!" I started, very surprised. Gwen and Dagonet burst out laughing. "What the hell has my subconscious been doing while I was asleep? Though by the looks of it, it has good taste!"

"Jasmine..." Gwen admonished me. Dagonet was still laughing, obviously very amused. "Don't be so dirty! He got in there to warm you up! He saved your life!"

"Well, I'm very grateful to the hot man then," I replied, looking down at him with new interest. He certainly was hot. He had long blond hair and beard and a handsome face. At that moment he started to stretch and, feeling the extra weight on his chest, opened his eyes in surprise. To my great pleasure they were bright blue. He looked up into my green eyes with such a startled look I laughed. Suddenly, a look of recognition entered his eyes.

"You look better," he said.

"Thanks to you and Dagonet," she replied smiling.

"It wasn't me so much," he replied modestly. "All I did was get some extra sleep."

"Stop being all noble! You saved my life!"

"No, I didn't..."

"Yes you did!"

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Dagonet," she whined, "didn't he save my life?"

Dagonet's answer was to roar with laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked Gawain, who was now also laughing. "What?" I wheedled, confused. "What? I don't get it!"

"No, you never do Jasmine. That's partly why is so funny!" said Gwen, still giggling.

By this time I had sat up indignatly so I could argue better, and just so happened to straddling the hot man. He had lain back down again, laughing hard with his hands on my thighs. Now from Gwen's position this looked a little bit wrong, which was making her giggle even more. When Bors poked his head through the gap in the tent, however, he looked at us in such a way to make me realise what I was doing and start to blush.

"Gawain, she's barely awake yet and look what you're doing! Have you no shame?" he joked.

"We weren't..." Gawain and I replied in unison, but it was drowned out by the laughter coming from all around us.

"I've not been doing anything to the hot man!" I insisted. And did I really just say that? "Well," I corrected, to more howls of laughter, "it's not my fault. No one has even told me his name yet!"

"You don't even know his name! I despair at you," said Bors, shaking his head despairingly. He closed the flap on his way further up the column.

Thirty seconds later Arthur opened the flap, and upon seeing us raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't do it!" I said immediately which set everyone off into fresh peals of laughter. I put my head in my hands and wished I could disappear.

Once Gawain (which I eventually learned was his name, but even so I was still having trouble not just calling him hot man,) had left I slept for the rest of the afternoon, and when I woke I was surprised and extremely pleased to find Gwen offering a hot bath. Dagonet took my bandages off so I had a chance to not only wash my hair and body, but also clean my wounds, which still hurt a lot but were feeling better. My trousers and boots were still intact because the boots were made for riding, and were thigh-high, so they had stopped my trousers from getting shredded by the lash. Someone had got my weapons as well, obviously thinking them too nice to leave. They were nice. I had had them specially made for a high profile fight. With them around my waist and a borrowed shirt from one of the Knights I felt much better. I didn't feel sleepy in the least, so I went to join the Knights by the fire for a while.

As I approached, I could hear Bors boasting about how 'big' he was.

"..........no, really! It's like a baby's arm holding an apple!"

"I'm not surprised you can't piss straight if it's crooked in the middle," I said dryly from the edge of the circle. A joke which was greeted by many laughs.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked, unsure of myself.

"No, not at all. Come and sit over here," called Lancelot.

Everyone started to talk again, and all was going smoothly until...

"Ahrg!" I screamed, catapulting myself out of a sitting position. "You annoying arrogant manwhore!" I screeched. "What makes you think I'm going to let you touch me up?!"

"Well, what happened with Gawain would be pretty near the top of the list," he replied smugly.

"Nothing happened, and can you not keep your mouth shut!" I said, rounding on Bors. "For the last time nothing happened. Now I'm going to go and sit over here, where no one will try anything." I plonked myself down between Gawain, who was blushing but smirking at Lancelot being refused, and Dagonet who was just laughing along with everyone else.

"So...where are you from...?" asked Galahad.

"Here, originally. But my family were made slaves, so I grew up in Rome. When I was fourteen I became a Gladiator."

"Nonsense," scoffed Lancelot. "They don't take women for the arena."

"Oh, but they do, my dear. They're always trying new things, otherwise people get bored. Eventually, I won my freedom, so I came to see what my homeland looks like."

"Grey and cold," said Galahad miserably.

"It's not grey, its green," I said suprised and indignant "and the cold makes the air fresh which makes you feel alive. In Rome, its yellow and dusty, and the heat in the summer and the smell it causes are so overpowering that all the nobles leave. When it's cold you can wrap up, but when it's hot there's nothing you can do about it."

"So if you're a gladiator what were you doing in that dungeon?" queried Gawain.

"When I first came here I travelled around a lot, but then I saw Gwen one day in the forest practicing her sword fighting skills, and I went to teach her how to do it better. I ended up helping her and her family out, because they didn't have enough food to last out the winter. I was there when they took her, and I tried to stop them. I killed two, which only had the effect of pissing them off, so they dragged me in too."

I sighed and leaned back against the tree, eying the flagon Bors was holding. I wondered how these men's liquor intake measured up against the gladiators I had once drunk with and against.

"Can I have some of that, Bors?"

He passed it over willingly, and I looked at him mischievously over the rim. "Better idea. Why don't I drink against you?"

Bors looked up again in surprise, and delight at the chance to show off how much he could drink.

"Even better," he grinned. "How about you drink against all of us?"

This was immediately greeted by loud assents - even from Tristan, who I didn't think would agree.

A while later, laughter and slurred singing drifted across the camp to where Guinevere was resting.

"...Even a snail if you slow to a crawl, but a hedgehog may never be buggered at all! Even a..........."

She shook her head, smiling to hear Jasmine's favourite drinking song. Jasmine hadn't even been out of bed a full day yet, and she had already got a large party of men drunk. Again.