This is pretty short, but I felt like updating. If I hadn't added this now, you wouldn't have had anything until Sunday, so I don't feel too bad about that.

Nianko- Argimpasa bugs everyone.

ChiaraStorm- I hope you feel better! For Argimpasa, I'm they could remove her uterus. I'm told this extremely painful, and wince every time it is mentioned. No I didn't get the name from there, but it totally fits!

BillieLiv- Thanks!

Camreyn- Your longest review ever! YES! (chiefhow does the hustle) Habren is a complex character. Holland Rocks!

SunsetSparrow- Poor Sera indeed! Why does everything always seem to happen to her?...hmm...

Camlann- I would laugh my ass off to see Tristan adjusting to fatherhood!

Veronica- Go Galahad and Gawain!

MonDieu666- Thanks!

Emerald Eyed Cutie- Cool, your from Texas! I'm from Minnesota. Thanks for the review, I'm glad you love TRISTAN, WHO IS A HOTTIE EXTRORDINAIRE!

Regardless of appearances, Sebbi was not an idiot. He simply preferred to see the good side of people. It now dawned on him what Argimpasa was attempting to do. Duet to the lack of Sarmatian male specimens, he was seen as an acceptable substitute. This, he could not tolerate. He was not a substitute, nor did he sleep with women he had just met as of five minutes ago. Aine would never think to do something like this!

Sebbi roughly removed Argimpasas's hands from his body, and looked upon her in a rather affronted manner. "What are you doing?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Educating you..." said Argimpasa in coy voice, still with that seductive smile firmly in place. She tried to touch him again, but he backed away further. This confused her. Weren't men supposed to be slobbering dogs when it came to women?

"My education is fine as it is. I will search for enlightenment elsewhere." He said, and swiftly left the tent. He was flustered, and out of sorts. He did not watch where he was going, and ran right into Aine. She noted his flushed face, and his confused expression, and knew exactly what had happened. She managed to stop herself from turning on her heal and beating Argimpasa into a bloody pulp. See how pretty she was then. Sebbi, Sebbi, Sebbi. He didn't know how attractive he was to the female sex. Someone should tell him, though Aine really couldn't bring herself to being the one. They stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence, each trying to guess what the other was thinking. Finally, Aine could stand it no longer, and went to their tent, leaving a thoroughly confused Sebbi behind.

Gawain and Radha sought out Lancelot's mother. When Amage saw Radha, she stopped, and a slow smile spread across her face. She patted Radha's abdomen. Radha looked at her in surprise. How could she know? Amage agreed to their request. They wished to be married before Gawain's uncle could cause any trouble. His tribe would not shun Radha as easily. They returned to their tent, Gawain with a territorial arm around Radha's waist, guarding her from the glares of the women. Not that she needed a personal guard. Gawain had a feeling that Radha would be a formidable enemy nine moons into her birthing cycle.

Rebekah prepared her garments for the feast. As a visiting and high-ranking Woad, her appearance would be marked. She decided to wear her battle garments. It would be symbolic and practical. The Romans were not protecting their own any more, and bandits were an increasing problem in all corners of the Empire. Tristan could not help but be pleased with her choice in garment. As long as he didn't make any stupid remark about it (as Lancelot would) he could observe the way the leather hugged her body all through what was promising to be a very long and boring feast. Besides, it made her look more powerful than a dress would. Rebekah needed to establish dominance.

Sera was in the sea green dress that Fulcinia had given her. Sera didn't have much use for dresses, so it was the only one she owned. She desperately wanted to wear her Woad gear, but didn't think it would be appropriate at a Sarmatian wedding. She sighed.

Rebekah called through the tent flap, not wanting to witness any premarital procreation. She loved both Sera and Lancelot very much, but some things, she had rather never see. Sera responded, and Rebekah entered the tent. Rebekah looked at the dress Sera was wearing in shock. Woad women were generally wed in their battle gear. (Guinevere being the exception) Their people had been at war for so long, often the bride had no other garments. It had become a tradition.

"Where are your clothes?" asked Rebekah, incredulously.

Sera noted Rebekah's garb, and sighed enviously. If only she could wear that! It was so comfortable, as apposed to the Roman dress she was wearing.

"Do you want the Sarmatians to think that you are ashamed of your heritage? What of your ancestors? They ruled Britain! And besides, do you really want to be married in that stiff Roman attire?" Asked Rebekah, knowing her friend really didn't want to wear the dress. Sometimes, Sera just needed a push in the right direction.

"Do you think they'll mind?" asked Sera, a bit hesitantly.

"If they do, just remember. We aren't staying."

Sera nodded and reached for her satchel, a grin on her face.

"I'll get Deirdre, Radha, and Aine to wear the same. Show them what we're made of. Not everyone looks good in these. All of those Sarmatian sluts haven't been keeping themselves in shape." Rebekah told her a bit derisively, and hurried off to tell the others.

Rebekah called out to Radha, and received a return call. She entered the tent to find Radha in Gawain's lap. For some reason, Gawain was gazing at Radha's abdomen, under his palm. Rebekah was confused before realizing what such an interaction must mean. She hadn't been expecting that one!

"Well, it appears congratulations are in order! I just came by to tell you that Sera and I will be wearing our battle garb to her wedding. Show the Sarmatian sluts who their up against." Said Rebekah.

Radha smiled at her. "I will be wearing my battle gear to my own wedding. We are to be married as well."

It was another shock for Rebekah. But a happy one.

"Congratulations again! I'll go check on the others, see if they'll wear it too." She said and left, not wanting to disturb their happiness. She had never really envisioned children in her life. Tristan didn't really strike her as a fellow who wanted little ones running underfoot, but he still managed to surprise her every so often. She went to Aine's tent. She had never really known why Aine had agreed to come. Sebbi, perhaps? Rebekah had never seen Guinevere's sister have any particular affection for a man not her father. She generally ignored the male species, but she tolerated Sebbi. Perhaps there was more there. Rebekah entered the tent without calling out. She really didn't think she would be interrupting anything.

Aine was crying. Crying! Aine! What was going on here? Rebekah allowed her confusion to show, and Aine looked up. She looked startled, and quickly brushed the tears from her cheeks. She put on a smile.

"What's wrong?" asked Rebekah.

"Nothing." Said Aine, rather defiantly. There would be no getting an answer from her now, Rebekah would work on this later.

"Well, we were just wondering if you wanted to wear your battle gear to Sera and Radha's wedding. Show the Sarmatians we aren't afraid."

Aine considered this. She didn't look half bad in her Woad gear. 'Argimpasa, eat your heart out!' she thought. She would show that bitch.

"Sure. I'll see you then." It was a blatant dismissal, and was not lost on Rebekah. Aine wanted to be alone. She would do that for her.

Rebekah returned to her tent after informing Deirdre of the dress code. Deirdre was looking forward to the feast now. Nothing like leather to give a girl some confidence. (Author's note: While I am a semi-vegetarian, and do not wear leather, they do, and I can only assume that it is a confidence booster.)

Sebbi wandered aimlessly through the camp, not really seeing anything. Aine was upset about the situation. He was upset about the situation. What did that mean? For the second time that day, he ran into someone. He looked about, and finally looked down. It was Amage. She beckoned him into her tent, and Sebbi knew that seduction was not in her plan. But what was?