"Lass, I told you drink would help."

"Long time since you called someone Lass, Tristan."

"Long time since you had a bath Bors."

Sat around a blazing fire the knights, along with Guinevere and Artemis, were drinking. Guinevere was avoiding most of the wine but Artemis had decided to take Tristan's advice and drown her sorrows. Arthur was staying sober along with Guinevere so the two distanced themselves slightly from the others. Artemis and Tristan were sat surprisingly close together and Bors? Well he was just next to whoever, he had his wine so he was happy.

"Tristan...."

"Yes..."

"What did my brother do to annoy you so much?"

"He asked too many questions, like you."

"I'm annoying now am I?"

"Not as much as he was Helena."

Artemis elbowed him in the ribs like she had done to Guinevere previously.

"Never, use that name in public. I am Artemis."

"You've forsaken your own identity. Given up on being yourself."

"That was rational thought, you've surprised me."

Tristan sighed, before pushing her over backwards with the two having a mock fighting match. A few feet away both Arthur and Guinevere were watching.

"Are those two...?."

"He wouldn't. She's too much like Lancelot."

"Still he might..."

"He wouldn't dare Arthur."

Guinevere smiled. Arthur may have had a point. They did seem a little too 'friendly'. But Tristan wouldn't do that. He was loyal, she was Lancelot's little sister. He wouldn't even think about doing something like that. Guinevere shook her head before resting it on Arthur's chest.

"They do look happy though don't they?"

"Guinevere, Tristan hasn't killed her yet. He must be in a good mood."

Tristan had her pinned. She was still smiling, though it was that determined smile, a look of sheer concentration.

"Rational thought is something that comes easily to me, you'd be wise to remember that."

Artemis forced back the urge to laugh. Bringing two toned legs up she kicked him off her. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Tristan, getting beaten by a woman isn't the best thing going."

He charged. Grabbing her by the waist he pushed her backwards. The both started laughing after they hit the ground and just remained still for a few minutes sniggering before they calmed down and returned to talk with the other knights. It seemed that during there little 'brawl' the knights had played some rather interesting games. Including one to see who could drink the most before they passed out. It explained the drunken bodies groaning around the fire. Artemis smirked before retreating to her tent.

Maps and diagrams littered the left side of the tent. She had been thinking of ways to organise this rebellion against Rome. The centurions would be arriving soon so it was a matter of urgency that she got the people ready. Looking from one piece of parchment to the other an idea struck her. She had finally found a way to do this, one that her brother would be proud of.