I got reviews! (Does "the hustle") Yeah! Some people actually liked last chapter. I will admit that it was fascinating to write, however, it got a little disturbing with them having sex at the end. You can't really respect a man who'll sleep with a woman and be thinking at the same time that she's nothing but a whore. I mean, really!

BillieLiv- Thanks for reviewing!

ChildlikeEmpress- I'm glad you like Etain's plot.

Jemiul- My sympathies for your computer woes. I like that they all get the girl too. That was the only problem with the movie. Asides from Vanora, Guinevere was the only woman involved.

Nianko- I LOVE VILLAINS! (We could make T-shirts!)

TalkIsCheap- I didn't like Secret Window, because they killed the dog. That was just low! But yes, Johnny Depp (drool here) did an excellent job as the many faceted villain.

SunsetSparrow- I'll see what I can do about the MRC

Cameryn- Your philosophy was interesting, but it made my head tilt a bit. I'll see what I can do about Deirdre's perks. Just to remind you, Merlin isn't Rebekah's father, but it would probably be just as awkward! I'll see what I can do about the MRC.

Elvish-princess130990- You have my sympathy.

Gifted Empress- Thinks for reviewing! I'm glad you like Sera. She reminds me of me a bit. I LOVE VILLAINS!

Dazzler420- Sera Rocks!

Blueglass25- MRC rocks my socks!

Elvenstar5- You'll have to wait and see...Muh ha ha...

Notes...

Sera- Lots of people like Sera, which surprised me a bit, at first. I was worried that she would end up a Mary Sue, and everyone would hate her. That would have made me sad, because Sera reminds me of me a bit. We don't look anything alike, but we are both the ugly ducklings of the bunch. We both very rarely have much to say when not among friends. It's hard for both of us to trust or warm up to people. We both underestimate ourselves, and occasionally suffer from low self esteem. But then I realized- Sera is everyone. Everyone has felt like Sera at some point in our lives. I wanted a character for Lancelot who was not a conventional beauty. Lancelot always seems to fall for the most beautiful woman in the world on fanfiction. This saddens me. I will never win the Miss America Pageant, it's true, but does that really matter? I hope not.

Rebekah- I happen to like Rebekah, even though a lot of people hate her because she's beautiful. (Yes, you know you do.) But, what I like about her, is that she doesn't care. She doesn't solve her problems by sleeping with the right people, as she could. Sure, she's flirtatious, but she has so many sides to her, that she's a joy to write. While we obviously don't resemble each other, I let her borrow my eyes.

Guinevere- You may have noticed that I don't spend a lot of time with Guinevere. This is because I don't like her all that much. I don't Identify with her character well, so I don't try too hard. Sorry.

Villains- If you were offended by Chapter 19, I apologize. However, I wished to present their relationship as it was. It was a sexual partnership, and was shown as such. If you have a problem with that, there isn't much I can do about it.

Just a question- Didn't everyone love Dracula in Van Helsing? I loves how he did his hair! (Though I was a bit worried that he would be electrocuted, what with all the metal in his hair, and the various electrical currents he was working with.)

Arthur looked to Guinevere, a question in his eyes. She nodded, and she got her things. He was unsure what the future would hold, it was an odd feeling. Before, he knew what path his life would follow. He would fight for Rome, and then retire in Rome, listening to Pelagius for the rest of his days. That bright future was dead. He had a new path. He didn't know what lay at the end.

Daithi took his daughter aside. Rebekah smiled at him, as she often did. She was so happy to see him! She did wonder what he thought of Tristan. He hadn't really talked to him much. Tristan backed away, giving them privacy.

"We will fight together again tomorrow." He said.

Rebekah blinked "But, father, you haven't fought in so long, with your injury..."

"I will fight tomorrow. This leg will hold me for one last battle. And this is the battle we have all been waiting for. I will not stay home with the children."

He sounded so sure, so final, that Rebekah didn't even try to point out that if she wished to, she could order him away from the battle. He would find a way, in any case. She just nodded, and tried to smile.

Desperate for a change of topic (he didn't want her to worry about him), his eyes landed on Tristan.

"An interesting fellow..."

Rebekah did smile then. "Yes, he is. He was the one to pull me out of that place."

"Well, then it appears I owe him some thanks." He said, and motioned Tristan over. "Thank you for looking after my daughter." He said simply.

"She looks after her self just fine. She would have gotten out of there herself, given time."

"Under normal circumstances, yes, she would have gotten out all right. But she wouldn't have been able to get Guinevere and Sera. I am honored to meet you." He said.

Rebekah watched the exchange with interest. Her father had always told her not to blame those that Rome had enslaved, but prejudices ran deep. You could never fully crush them. Yet, here he was, approving of a foreigner. Sure, he would never voice such an opinion aloud, but it was communicated nonetheless. Daithi looked to Rebekah, and gave her a small smile.

"Until tomorrow, then." He said, and left, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Tristan looked at Rebekah, and very nearly smiled.

"He knows..." he said softly.

"I know! That was a little unsettling. He likes you, though."

"Of course he does. I'm his last hope for seeing you decently married off, no one else would be able to stand your chatter."

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she asked.

There was a moment of silence, and then... "Yes."

"I suppose. Well, we had better get moving. The others will have gotten their things by now."

It wasn't the romantic proposal that little girls dreamed of. Nothing could have been more fitting for Tristan and Rebekah. Tristan was not a man who valued eloquent words. Rebekah knew that she would never accept a flowery proposal, as the deliverer would not know that she couldn't stand such things. She liked to keep things plain and simple. There was just one thing missing.

She turned to him, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their mouths met, and a wild battle of tongues and teeth ensued. "I love you." She said simply. Tristan nodded. That was all he needed to know.


"I noticed how you were looking at Tristan tonight..." Etain said to Laim.

They had just finished the last round, and Laim was feeling refreshed. A good tumble with Etain always made him feel more relaxed. They were sitting up, Etain in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She was toying with his hair, a coy expression on her face.

"And..."

"Well, he will be fighting tomorrow. Accidents happen. Is the Saxon leader, Cedric, as deadly as they say?"

"It's true. He is the finest swordsman that ever lived. I wouldn't fancy a round with him."

"Yes, well...perhaps you could mention that little fact to Tristan. I'm sure he would like the challenge."

Laim thought about it. It might just work. From what he could tell, Tristan's strongest weapon was his bow, not his sword. He seemed to have a death wish. He probably would welcome the challenge. With Tristan gone, Rebekah would need someone to turn to for comfort. He would be there with open arms. Etain was rather clever. Pity, she didn't know that he would toss her aside as soon as Rebekah came to her senses.

"I may take your advice" he said with a smile "Do you have any other ideas?"

Her coy smile only widened. She leaned closer to his ear, murmuring one of the more inventive suggestions that she had heard Rebekah utter to Laim once. Laim always liked it when she behaved like Rebekah. Sometimes, she thought that he closed his eyes and pretended that she was Rebekah. He was pathetically head over heals for that slut. When she had finished, she knew she was right. She was just a replacement.

"Well, if you insist..." he said, and thrust her back roughly on the bed.


"Will you come back with me?" Lancelot asked.

Sera stared at him for a long time. He wanted her. It was such an odd realization. She had seen the women at the wall; they were plenty prettier than she, yet he wanted her. She took his hand and linked their fingers. She pressed her lips to his.

"Yes."

Lancelot kissed her harder, and it was a long time before they remembered where they were. Lancelot pulled away from her, looking frantically about.

"Where are your parents?" he asked, in that frantic manner.

Sera let out a laugh. Lancelot the brave, afraid to be caught behaving cozily by her parents. "They went to sleep, where I would think they are behaving just as cozily as we speak."

"Oh, that was a bad picture to put in my head. I really don't want to think about your parents going at it. Besides, I don't like the way your mother looks at me."

Sera grinned. "Neither do I, I don't think I would be able to stand the competition if she tried for you."

"You keep putting these awful pictures in my head, now I'm seeing me and your mother! Agh!"

Sera did stop at that one. She didn't want Lancelot thinking about her mother like that.

"On second thought, let's just find the others." She said, and dragged him off. They were both trying to erase the vivid pictures forming in their minds.

When they had all assembled, Sera handed Rebekah and Guinevere some herbs. They both looked at them, questioning, before they remembered what it was. A slow smile played over Rebekah's face.

"Any for you, dearest Sera?"

"Of course." They all laughed, and set out, the males following, trying to hide their confusion. They had never seen this herb, and didn't know its uses. One of them, preventing pregnancy.

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