Disclaimer I do not own anything that this Fanfiction is mostly based upon. Anything you do not recognize from the original concept, belongs to me or someone else whom has granted me permission to use their object, concept, etc. The female knight thing seems to be an interesting write-about, and so I have decided to create my own character which will take place slightly before, during and after the movie.

Author's Note Listened to Switchfoot, Hans Zimmer, P.O.D and much more.

-Didn't exactly follow my plan from previous chapter, though I did get as much Bishop Germanius as I could handle.

The Rogue Knight

Chapter Seven;Beautiful is what one would call a Rose.


The caravan reached the boundaries of the Wall, within the hour. Shouts from the wall itself, alerted everyone that they were nearing their destination. A few villagers ran ahead, deseperate to finally reach the area that had been forbidden too them for far to long. Some villagers even smiled in relief and began to walk slower, knowing that they would eventually reach their destination, and it was far smarter to save their feet rather then kill them.

Fen, had been granted the access to her horse, the moment Tristan returned from his scout and announced that they were nearing the wall. The stallion had been treated for his injuries, after he had found his way back to the caravan, being caught by several villagers who now, all possessed large bruises, and cuts from Maximus' large teeth. Fen had laughed and then kindly thanked the villagers that had captured and treated Maximus.

Now, the eight knights' all rode ahead of the caravan, save the occasional villager that raced ahead. Fen rode abreast with Gawain and Galahad, conversing lightly of what they planned to do in life. Bors sat sadly atop his great steed, on occasion mumbling simple words that were inaudible most of the time, and rarely even reached Lancelot's ears, for he rode behind the large man, away from Fen. They were both, apparently embarassed at what had happened in the wagon a mere hour previously.

Arthur rode ahead of them all, his visage placed in a painful looking expression of neutrality. As the Knights' hailed the wall's guards with the raising of their hands, questioning glances were all that Fen received. After all, no other woman rode with the Knights' from the caravan, so she was a mild curiousity amongst the many men.

The iron doors to the Wall's small village opened slowly, but wide enough even during the slow agonizing opening, to allow the knight's into the courtyard likd structure of Hadrian Wall. Welcoming them, was none other then the man of God, Bishop Germanius. He glanced from Arthur, suspicously towards Fen, who only gazed blankly over his balding head. Right behind the last Knight in line, was the carriage that carried Alecto and his Mother. Behind that carriage was Guinevere and Lucan, Guinevere's eyes wandering over her new surroundings with a slight edge of suspicion.

The moment that Alecto stepped from the Carriage, all eyes seemed to glue onto the younger boy. He stopped and glanced around curiously, before allowing his gaze to finally land on the plump form of Germanius. Germanius' arms suddenly flew out and he stepped towards the young man, meaning to embrace him, but Alecto cringed inwardly and stepped away from the arms of the Bishop, leaving nothing, but a space between the two. The Bishop slowly allowed his arms to fall back to his sides before he turned towards Arthur and the seven others. The Bishop's eyes lingered on Fen, searching her visage for the first time.

"Who is this? Why does a female ride with you, when she should be in the wagons? Other woman are not riding with you. Arthur?" His voice was calm, as it always was, infact, it sounded just as it did, the day that he had toasted to the Seven remaining knights of the round table, in honor of discharge papers and more.

Arthur glanced at Fen, and Fen in turn glanced sheepishly at Arthur, she smirked quickly afterwards, covering up any means of her discomfort. Arthur turned his attention back to the Bishop. "This," He began, motioning towards Fen, "Is Lady Fenaliy of Sarmatia." Bishop Germanius was still staring blankly at the female Knight, totally unaware of who she actually was. Arthur cleared his throat. "The Rogue Knight.. Bishop Germanius." He said calmly.

The bland expression soon turned to fury, and he glanced accusingly at Fen who merely smirked her unpleasant smirk and waved slightly with the slight movement of her fingers. However, Germanius soon supressed his anger, so it was only visible in his eyes. "The Discharge papers." The Bishop said to the closest guard, who quickly sprinted off, only to return in a manner of seconds followed closely by a man carrying a large wooden box. With a sweeping gesture from the Bishop, and the delicate hands of the actual box holder, the lid was thrown back to reveal seven papers of Discharge. Arthur eyed them, before glancing up at Germanius.

"Bishop Germanius, Friend of my Father... You promised that all my knights would receive their discharge papers when we returned." His voice was low, cool and collect, barely a whisper in truth, above the snorts of horses and rattle of armour. "There should be eight."

Germanius merely stared at Arthur, before gesturing a bit, too enthusiastically towards Fenaliy. "Yes. There should be eight, but you see.. She did not complete the fifteen years of-"

"She did." Arthur hissed. "She stayed within Great Briton's borders for fifteen years... we only found her a couple days ago.."

"Yes, but she did not take the orders of the-" Germanius began.

"No," Lancelot quickly cut in, "She is a female, a knight, but.. The Agreement between Rome and Sarmatia, clearly states only young males are to be taken for knighthood. Rome's own ignorance of a child's gender, does not place this woman under fault.. You and your damn--" Arthur held up his hand to silence Lancelot.

"Fine." Germanius replied with a shake of his head, and quick and loud snort. He gestured toward the guard he had for the other discharge papers, and in a manner of moments, as the others had arrived, another paper arrived in hand, no box. The Guard handed it to Germanius who held it briefly, glowering at Fen, who continued to grin broadly. He soon handed it to Arthur, who nodded his head and handed it to Fen, who accepted it quickly. She nodded her cranium towards both Germanius and Arthur.

Lancelot stepped forth, and grabbed all the discharge papers, passing them out amongst the Knights' who gladly accepted them. As Lancelot came near Bors, he mumbled inaudible words to the larger man, who began to shout. "Dag is already a free man! 'e's dead!" He stepped forth, and threw the papers at Bishop Germanius' feet, spitting aswell, and storming off. The other knights slowly sighed, and began to dissipate, leaving the caravan and Alecto to their fates.


Fen sat upon the large bed within her chambers, provided by the ever scrupulous Bishop. She was staring blankly at the piece of discharge paper that contained a few words to announce her freedom. She shook her head, findng it clearly and utterly stupid to have such a small piece of parchment relied on so heavily by those whom wielded a sword and came from the country of Sarmatia. She glanced towards the corner of her chambers, where a large table sat, contain each and every piece of her armour and weaponry. She was currently dressed in a simple black tunic and leggings. She quickly got up from her bed, and walked, or more likely glided towards the table. She ran her hands over the iron and steel weapons, along with the black tainted armour, she couldn't help, but frown when her fingers came across the small hole within the shoulder of her bodice armour.

A knocking at the door of her room startled her from her thoughts, and she quickly turned around. "Come in." Her voice floated about the room, and the door opened slowly.

Lancelot poked his head out from behind the door, in hand two large pint's of ale. He nodded towards Fen, who, in turn nodded back. "What are you doing here alone?" Lancelot asked softly, moving towards the armour covered table, and Fen herself. He handed her a full pint of ale, which she accepted. "When everyone else is out enjoying their freedom." Fen shrugged, and moved about, ale in hand. She paced quickly over to her bed, and sat down, sipping away at the ale.

"That sort of thing, never really interested me."

"What does interest you?" His tone low and in a way, seductive. Fen chuckled, but when she realized that he didn't accompany her in the laugh, she ceased to do so, and gulp. "Well?" He asked once again.

"Umm.." She brought her free hand, which happened to be her right hand, up to her chin, she tapped her fingers against her chin and sighed.

"Your beautiful." his forewardness surprised Fen and she dropped her ale, causing it to splash upon the ground and soak her calf. She didn't even realise, but continued to stare at him in confusion.

"What?"

"Your beautiful." He repeated again.

She shook her head, finding his words incredibley incredulous. "Is this a ploy to try and seduce me? To get me to sleep with you? Like that little event in the wagon."

Lancelot's eyes fell slightly. "No. I really think your beautiful.."

"I am not beautiful." She brought her right hand up to the left eye, tracing the scar with her index fingers. Lancelot walked towards the bed and sat down beside her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away quickly.

"You are."

"I am not.. Beautiful is what one might call a rose, a daisy. Beautiful, is what one might call a stallion as his muscles ripple, or when the sun and moon seem to touch the sky at the exact same time, and cause a wonderful effect of night that's bright... Beautiful is -" She was silenced, for one cannot break through that of a passionate kiss, that Lancelot had seemed to lower upon Fen's lips.

Fen's world stopped abruptly, and she found herself lost within a kiss that she had not dreamt of. She soon placed her hands around Lancelot's neck, deepening the passionate exchange, but then she pulled away, pushing him on the chest. "I.. I.." She stuttered, finding herself weak in his pressence.

"I lo-" He was silenced, with Fen's simple index finger upon her own lips.

"Don't." She said quietly, before standing and slowly backing towards the door, nearly tripping on the mug that had held the ale a mere moment ago. "Sir, Lancelot, you have over stayed your welcome, please leave."


The erratic knocking on the doors caused Fen to bolt up right in bed, and glance around lazily. She rubbed her eyes of sleep, and quickly slung her legs over the edge of the bed, moving quickly towards the door. Upon opening the large oak door, she was greeted with the anxious visage of Jols. She raised a brow, and Arthur's squire quickly fiddled with the hem of his shirt, he glanced down at what she wore, and Fen did aswell, grinning from ear to ear when she realized she wore only a flimsy night gown.

"A-a-Arthur requests all Knights' pressence at the ramparts immediately. Lady F-f-Fen." He quickly ran off, running down to the next chambers that probably held Gawain of Galahad. Fen quickly closed the door and moved to dress herself in her tunic and leggings.

The moment she was done dressing herself, she walked quickly over to the table and attached her bastard sword to her side, yawning and turnig on her heel, and rushing towards the door, and to Arthur's requested area.

Moving down the hallway, Fen was bumped into by Gawain, and Galahad, both as they exitted their chambers far to quickly. She tripped slightly, but soon found her footing, and was barreling down the hallway, Gawain and Galahad in tow.

The moment the three reached the Ramparts, they were greeted with the sight of the other Knights' and a vast expanse of flickering flames.

"Oh horse shit." Fen muttered, Lancelot glanced at her.

"Thats unbecoming of a lady." He said softly, soon turning his gaze back to the mass of Saxon's that congregrated just outside of the wall.

Fen glared at him. "Horse. Shit." Lancelot shook his head, before Fen turned her attention back to the Saxons'. "Well, I bet we're gonna be up mighty early in the morn'." Fen glanced at Arthur who was staring sadly at the other knights'.

"My noble Knights. This is where we must part ways." He began, but Lancelot quickly cut in.

"What!? No! We fight together." His voice rose above Arthur's, and his vocales lashed at their commander most unpleasantly.

"You have waited, fifteen years for freedom, I will not allow you to-"

"No, Arthur. We're like a family, now. We fight together, or not at all.. Your fight if my fight, and I will fight by your side." Fen's hand moved to her sword, but she stopped the moment that Arthur gave her a accusing, and stern stare.

"You are not to follow me Fenaliy."

"When am I one to follow your orders?" She grinned, and was only rewarded with a deepening frown from Arthur. Her own grin fell, and her hand fell from her sword's hilt aswell. "Nevermind."


Author's Note: I didn't really enjoy writing this. My muse seems to have escaped from the leash I had trapped it with at the beginning of this story. I hope, however, that the next chapter is better. It will probably also be the final battle..