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Note: School's starting tomorrow (Funeral music starts to play) so we may not be updating as often as we have been. We're really sorry but we promise this is a good chapter. And to Mandalia, we got the names from give you the origin of the name and what it means. Cool, huh? Kamilia is a flower and Marietta means pearl. Read, enjoy, review. Ciao.

----------Chapter Nine---------

-----Kamilia's POV-----

Well, I did it. I didn't want to hear what he had to say nor did I want to see the look on his face. I could hardly sleep and spent the night secluded from the others and amongst the trees. I finally cried myself to sleep only to be woken by a loud shout.
The damn Roman Marcus Honorius had captured the small boy that Dag had saved. (We had found out that the boy's name was Lucan and Dag took special care in making sure he healed just right.) Marcus had the boy around the waist and had a knife at his throat.
"I've got the boy!" he cried.

His guards had formed a semi circle around Dag, drawing their swords. Oh gods how I wanted to kill him! Obviously Dag had the same idea but thought better of it seeing that he was outnumbered. Out of no where that damn Woad came out and shot Marcus. The arrow lodged itself into his torso, killing him instantly.
"I see your hands are much better," said Arthur coming out from behind Guinevere.

She smirked and then shot a warning shot at the guard's feet. Just then Bors came charging up on his horse.
"Do we have a problem?" he growled, giving the guards a death glare.
"Drop your weapons!" roared Arthur.

The guards hesitated but dropped them after seeing our angered expressions. Jols, who had come with us from the Wall, collected their discarded weapons. At that moment, Tristan and Marietta rode up.
"Kind of late aren't you?" I asked with a smirk on my face. Marietta returned the smirk and raised an eyebrow. I laughed.
"How many did you kill?" asked Bors.
"Four," Tristan replied.
"Not a bad start to the day," I said smiling.

Marietta and Tristan went off to talk to Arthur to tell him what they found. I later caught up with Mar and told her what happened between Lancelot and I.

She just listened and finally said, "Well, I wish I could do something to help. I really do. But I can't."
"I know you can't do anything about it." I said. "I just needed to vent, otherwise I'd end up killing someone, preferably him."
Mar just laughed. "It'll all work out. I promise. It always does. And if not, you could always just castrate him."

And then she rode up ahead to catch up with Tristan, leaving me laughing until tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked around and saw everyone staring at me with curious faces.
After a few days we reached a large frozen lake (the same one that Tristan and Mar had told us about). In the distance we heard the sound of Saxon drums growing near.
"Tell them to get out of the wagons and to spread out," Arthur commanded.

We slowly made our journey across the ice. The sound of the drums was getting closer still.

------Marietta's POV-----

Arthur looked at all of us. "Well..." he started.
"My ass is sore from riding all day." Bors said.
"Let's see what the bastards look like." Galahad exclaimed.
"I never liked looking over my shoulder anyways." Tristan said.
"We may as well." Kamilia said. "I haven't had a chance to kill a Saxon in quite a while." This caused several of the men to look up in surprise. Kami wasn't the type who enjoyed killing. But of course I knew the reason for the sudden bloodlust.
"I am able. I can fight." Alecto protested as we prepared for battle.
"No." Arthur said. He touched his face like a father would. "You must live to recount all that you have seen."
"But you are eight against two hundred!" He protested again. Oh gods Romans, even little ones, were annoying!
"Ten." Guinevere said. "You could use another bow."

Arthur put Ganis, a young serf, in charge of the band of serfs.
"This man is your captain. You will follow his instructions!" Arthur told the guards.

I've never seen men look so mutinous before. But they thought better of making any rash actions after they saw Dagonet pull out his axe.
"There is a large group of lonely men out there." Lancelot said. Kamilia looked at him and smiled.
"Don't worry; I won't let them rape you." She replied.
"Unless you would prefer it that way," I said, grinning at Lancelot "but I didn't think you swayed that way."

The Saxons fired several arrows at us that didn't reach very far, not even close to where we were.
"Prepare to fire." Arthur said. Guinevere looked at him like he had been dropped on the head one to many times as an infant.
"They're far out of range!" She argued. Kami and I just smiled at each other, she may be pretty, but she had a LOT to learn.
"Bors, Tristan." Arthur said. They were the best when it came to long distance shooting. They fired numerous arrows at once and four Saxons fell down dead. Guinevere was in awe.
"Can you all do that?" she asked Kami.

Kamilia smiled evilly and replied "Like hell we can."
"Aim for the outside. Push them together." Arthur ordered.

We fired at the outer ranks of Saxons. They grouped together, but the ice was not breaking.
"It's not breaking. Prepare for combat." Arthur said wearily.

We drew our swords and began to wait anxiously. Dagonet abruptly threw down his sword and raced forward, axe in hand.
"Dagonet! Dag what are you doing?" Bors screamed at him as Dag ran towards the Saxons.

He began to forcefully strike at the ice in an attempt to break it. I saw that he was in danger of being shot and without thinking (I really need to work on that) I ran up with a shield to protect him.

"MAR!" I heard Tristan and Kami scream, but Dag needed some help, he was well within the shooting range of our enemies.

I only had to fight one off with my sword, and that wasn't difficult. If only this damn ice would break faster. I heard my name being called again and looked up. I then felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder as an arrow lodged itself into said spot.
I fell to my knees just as the ice broke under the Saxon's feet. I saw that someone had killed the leader of the Saxons, and they were in confusion. While the majority fell into the icy waters, a small number of them began to charge Dagonet and I. They didn't get far though. Kami and the others had rushed forward and were now killing every Saxon in sight. I felt Dag begin to drag me away from all the commotion.
"I think the arrow's been poisoned," Dag said, his voice thick with panic. "We need to get it out immediately."

An immense pain once again shot through me as they pulled the arrow out. Tristan had knelt down beside me, trying to comfort me. Kami had also knelt down and the other knights loomed worriedly overhead.
"She needs medicine as soon as possible," I heard Dag say. His voice was becoming fainter and fainter. The last thing I remember was someone picking me up and carrying me hurriedly away.

-----Kamilia's POV-----

It was another night where I could hardly sleep. I didn't even try to lie down knowing that I would just get back up and continue pacing. A million thoughts ran through my head. What could I have done to prevent this? Why didn't I run out there instead of her? What if she died? I didn't even want to think of that scenario. I tried to clear my mind by drinking some ale and eating but nothing seemed to be working. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the other knights were watching me. Soon I had worn a path in the snow and starting to break into a sweat from all the pacing I was doing.
"Kami you really do need to stop. I know she's your friend but-" began Bors but I interrupted him.
"I don't want to hear it! I don't know how any of you can stand it knowing that she might not make it through tonight! She's my very best friend and if anything happened to her-" I couldn't finish. What if the worst did happen? She was my best friend who only left her home to come and keep me safe. Suddenly I didn't want to be there anymore. I wanted to be home, to never have lived this life. I didn't want to be Kamilia anymore.
Just then Dag came out. I looked at him with a pleading look in my eyes.
"Don't worry," he sighed. "It was a bad wound but with out a doubt she'll live."

I lost it. I fell to my knees, tears rolling down my face. I was so relieved that I wouldn't be losing my best friend. Lancelot came over, picked me up, and carried me to my tent.

I didn't hear Bors say "Well THAT was interesting-"

As we reached my tent he pushed open the flap and went inside. He gently sat down on my mat and held me in his lap. Even if I was supposed to be mad at him, I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms. He held me like a baby, cradling me and comforting me.
"Shhh, shhh - It's OK Kami. She's going to be alright," he soothed. He gently rocked me back and forth as I wound my hands around his waist.
"I'm so sorry for yelling at you," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," he admitted. "I should have never hurt you the way I did. But there is one thing that's bothering me".
"What?" I asked looking up at him. I saw a smile appear on his face.
"That I never got to tell you that I love you too. I love you Kami with all my heart and I always will." I just stared at him. Not daring to believe it. I gave him a disbelieving look. "You. Love. ME?" I asked. He laughed out loud.
"Yes who else could I possibly fall in love with?"

I frowned and grumbled darkly, "I can name a few."

He gave me his famous smirk, "I don't love her. I never have and I never will."

And without another word, he leaned in and kissed me. It felt just as good as the first one did. I reached up and wound my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. His tongue ran across my lips, hoping for admission. I opened willingly and he took the invitation with renewed energy. He lowered me onto the mat and I began to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me,
"Are you sure?" he asked. I answered him with yet another kiss, sliding his shirt off his shoulders and placing my hands on his well-muscled chest. We didn't get much sleep that night.