Okay, this is going to be the last chapter. I'm going to be starting a sequel soon, so hold your horses. I have to do some research for this one. I'll get it up as soon as I can.

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It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze played across the land. Today, Arthur and Guinevere would be married. It was a political alliance, but it was also an extremely rare alliance of love. The love that they shared was not one of fiery passion, but more of affection.

Rebekah awoke, and shoved Tristan off of her. She had much to prepare for the day! Tristan's reflexes were quick, however, and he dragged her back. The sun had barely risen, what was she doing out of bed? Rebekah's reflexes were just as quick, but she saw no real advantage to punching him. Instead, she allowed him to trail kisses all over her body. 'The sacrifices I make...' she thought with a grin.

"What's so amusing?" asked Tristan.

"Nothing..." There was no need to tell him about her complementary thoughts.

Tristan just looked at her. She didn't really think he was just going to let it go at a 'Nothing...'?

Rebekah made her second attempt at leaving. Once again, Tristan's arm shot out and quickly encircled her waist. Rebekah rolled her eyes. Really, she had to get up!

"Tristan, if you don't let go of me, I'm going to tell your mother..." she said, laughing.

"You've never met my mother."

"That's right, I haven't. What's she like?"

Tristan hadn't thought much about his mother for quite some time. Certainly, there was the occasional thought, but he never devoted a whole lot of time to the cause. Now, as he ran his fingers down Rebekah's back, he thought of her again. It had been so long ago, would she recognize him? Would she still be alive?

"She likes to talk, I'm sure she'd love you. You're a lot alike in that respect."

"Everyone loves me, were you really worried about that?"

"You have been spending far too much time with Lancelot lately. He's contaminating you!"

It was rare for Tristan to jest, so it was quite a treat for Rebekah, so early in the morning. She laughed as he studied her as hard as ever. It was an enchanting laugh; everything about Rebekah was enchanting to him.

Rebekah sat up. She was going to be late. "Come on, we have to go! Now!" said Rebekah, and didn't give him the chance to pull her back again. She donned an unusual violet gown, and Tristan braided her hair.

"You know, most men would see that job as demeaning." She said, after he had finished.

He looked at her. "Would you prefer that I didn't?"

"No, of course not, just saying..." teased Rebekah.

Sera was pacing Lancelot's chambers. This was an important day, what if something went wrong? Lancelot returned with food, and observed her repetitive actions. He smiled, setting the food down. He wrapped his arms around her, restricting her freedom to pace some more. He kissed her ear.

"It'll be fine. I doubt Arthur is as worried as you are, and he's the one getting married."

"What about Guinevere? She's getting married too!"

"I doubt Guinevere is as worried either. Nothing seems to bother that woman."

Guinevere was pacing in Arthur's expansive chambers. What if she ruined all of this somehow? 'How could you ruin it?' asked the reasonable voice in her head. In the end, Guinevere had to agree. Nothing could go wrong today.

Sebbi was bouncing with excitement in Aine's tent. Aine was watching his movements with a mixture of amusement and incredulity. He had so much energy! Sebbi had been introduced to the tribe without incident. He was now apart of her band, and had had long scholarly conversations with Merlin. Everything about Briton fascinated him. He would see a new plant, and his eyes would fill with wonder. Aine would note the direction of his gaze, and be extremely confused. She took all of this for granted, and now she enjoyed seeing the world through the eyes of Sebbi.

"So, excited for the wedding?" she asked, sarcastically.

"Yes! It will be so interesting! I can't wait to see all of the religious rites! And the food will certainly be an experience." He said, beaming.

Aine just shook her head. She had been to many weddings over the years, and they had all seemed the same to her. This would be different. This would be for the good of the country.

In the circle of stones, A Roman married a barbarian. It would be more appropriate to say that a Briton married a Briton. The rest of the world might see it differently, but to the people of Briton, that was how it was. Merlin presided over the short ceremony, and declared Arthur King. He had fought well for their country, and he would be a more acceptable king in the eyes of the world. He would be able to defend them.

Rebekah and Sera lead the archers in the traditional fire lit arrow salute. Rebekah stood out, the only archer with a Sarmatian bow. When the knights raised their swords with Arthur, she lifted her bow in response. The cheers roared through her, and she closed her eyes. It was like one of the stories her father had told her as a child. They were all the heroes. Each and every one of them had fought bravely for their country, even that Sebbi fellow. The tribe had welcomed him warily at first, but soon seemed to relax as they observed his scholarly habits. They consulted him when Merlin was too busy. He was a welcome addition to the tribe.

Everyone was heading back to the wall, were the feast would be served. The knights sat with their ladies, and discussed what they would do with their newfound freedom.

"I'm going home!" Galahad announced.

Deidre looked hurt, but hid it quickly. It was only natural for him to want to see home again, she couldn't really expect him to stay.

"I'm coming with you." Declared Lancelot, shocking everyone. They had all assumed that he would stay in Britain, with Sera.

"But, what about Sera, eh?" asked Bors.

"You don't really think I'd leave Sera with you lot, she's coming with me. We're coming back, don't worry your pretty head about that, my darlings." Said Lancelot with a grin.

This got the other knights to thinking. They wished to see home again as well. Perhaps not to stay, but it was a beautiful country.

Tristan turned to Rebekah, questioningly. She smiled. She had wanted to know what Tristan's mother was like, now was the perfect opportunity. She nodded, and Tristan visibly relaxed.

"We'll come as well." He said, speaking for himself and Rebekah. They could get married in Sarmatia. Wedding ceremonies were shorter there.

Galahad looked pleadingly at Deirdre, and she nearly cried. Here, she had thought he was leaving her, now she knew he wanted her to come with him.

Gawain was about to open his mouth, when Radha said,

"Sure, I'll come with you." In an offhanded manner, as if he needn't have asked.

In the end, their party consisted of Galahad, Deirdre, Lancelot, Sera, Gawain, Radha, Sebbi, Aine, Tristan, and Rebekah. Dagonet had no desire to see home again, and he did not wish to inconvenience Fulcinia. Travel did not agree with her. They had been married a week ago. Alecto had decided to stay in Briton for a few years, observing Arthur, before returning to Rome. Bors insisted that he would become governor, and would have no use for them anyway. It would be too long of a journey for the little bastards. It was out of the question for either Arthur or Guinevere to accompany them. They had their duties to the land now, and some freedoms would certainly be restricted.

Right after the battle had taken place, the knights and Alecto had gone out for a ride, claiming that they thought the Saxons might have had a few escape. When they had returned, they reported that Bishop Germanus's carriage had been pillaged, and Germanus himself killed. The rest of the caravan had been miraculously untouched, and the knights had dispatched the numerous Saxons. At least, that was what Alecto and the Caravan were willing to swear before the Pope. Tristan had spoken to the Roman commander in a soft low voice, though no one knew exactly what was said, the Romans were now very receptive to the Saxon theory. Alecto would be a valuable witness, it that was ever needed. No one would question them. 'It was,' Bors thought, 'the perfect crime.'

The next morning, a party of ten left Hadrian's Wall, heading south. It would be a long journey.

If a sequel would annoy you too much, let me know.