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Note: This is a pretty short chapter. We're really sorry. But if its any consolation, K. and I are planning to write another fanfic and YOU the readers will help us pick what it's about. We'll give you more info in the next chapter, which (We're sorry) will also be short. Really short. But there's some romance, and that's all that matters. Just kidding. R/R!
----------Chapter Ten----------
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----Kamilia's POV-----
The morning sun shone through the tent fabric and I was suddenly aware that I wasn't alone. I reminisced about last night's events and I started to giggle. Lancelot started and looked down at me.
"What's so funny?" he asked a smile on his face.
"Nothing, just thinking about last night," I said, kissing his cheek. He looked off musing.
"Yeah I was good wasn't I?" I laughed and replied,
"I wouldn't be that cocky, sir knight. There still was room for improvement." He smiled seductively.
"We could always fix that you know," he whispered in my ear. I laughed and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Then, we heard Galahad call for us outside the tent.
"When you two are, erm, uh, done. (Cough) Arthur and, ahem, the, uh, others want you to know, that, ahem, we're gong to stay here for the day so that Marietta can heal some more. And, erm, uh, -"
"Is there a point to this damn speech or are you just trying to annoy us?!" bellowed Lancelot.
By this time, I was suppressing my laughter with not too much success.
"Well, Mar's out eating with us, and so if you wanted to talk to her-" Galahad shyly started again, not stuttering.
"SHE'S OUT OF THE WAGON?!" I yelled. "IS SHE INSANE?!"
I started to get up and find my clothes. Lancelot looked a bit downtrodden, but figured it was good to see how our friend was dong and also go up, finding his clothes. After some, "distractions", we came out to find a jolly little group of knights. And in the middle, with Tristan's arm casually draped across her shoulder, was Marietta.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" I yelled, again. "WHY ARE YOU OUT OF THE WAGON, WALKING AROUND? YOU COULD HURT YOURSELF EVEN MORE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEALING! I KNOW YOU'RE STUBBORN BUT THIS IS JUST PLAIN STUPID! GET YOUR DAMNED LITTLE ARSE BACK IN THE WAGON NOW!"
I was a bit out of breath afterwards. I sat down in a huff, and took a huge bite out of the loaf of bread. Lancelot was also eating with vigor. I reached for a chunk of cheese when I noticed everyone looking at us questioningly.
"What?" I asked, quickly swallowing my food.
"Oh, nothing," Marietta said. "It's just interesting that you two one, woke up so late, and in the same tent. And two you both have insatiable appetites. Doesn't leave much to the imagination." She was smirking. Damn her.
"You never answered my questions. AND you're not in the wagon!" I said a triumphant look on my face. Bors looked very amused.
"One, you know I'm insane, we cam to that conclusion when I came here 15 years ago." Mar was still smirking. "Two, I didn't walk around. Tristan here thought it would be a good idea for me to see my friends and be out in the sun instead of stuck in a cramped up wagon. He carried me here so if you're mad at anyone be mad at him."
No one in his or her right mind would ever pick a fight with Tristan. So I knew that I sure as hell shouldn't start now. However, I wasn't really thinking clearly at the moment. I walked over to him and started whacking his shoulder.
"WHAT (smack) DID YOU (smack) THINK YOU (smack) WERE DOING??? (Smack, smack) I WOULD HAVE (smack) EXPECTED YOU TO MAKE SURE (smack) THAT SHE DIDN'T LEAVE (smack) SO THAT SHE COULD HEAL!"
I tried to smack his shoulder one more time for good measure but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
"Calm down," he said. He was also smirking. What the hell was up with all the damned smirking?!
"You know you wouldn't like to be stuck in that wagon. And she's not going anywhere. Save your energy for Lancelot."
Bors choked on his ale while Galahad and Gawain started laughing hysterically. Lancelot had stopped chewing and tried to put an innocent expression on his face. He failed miserably. I took one last look at Mar, who was suppressing giggles, hit Tristan once more for good measure, and left them to their thoughts.
-----Marietta's POV-----
I couldn't help but laugh tat the look on Kami's face. Everyone had known what she and Lancelot did last night and it seemed like they would never live it down. I had to remain in the damn wagon the entire time because Arthur wouldn't let me out. Tristan and the other knights came and visited me in turn so it wasn't too terribly horrible. I spent much of my time talking to Fulcina and Guinevere. For a Roman, Fulcina was actually very kind and had been terrified of her husband. Guinevere was born a queen and was very regal but yet very easy to talk to. We reached the Wall in two days time and I was never happier to see my home. When we arrived that damn bishop came out to greet us.
"Bishop Germanius, friend of my father's," Arthur said coldly and stalked off.
"Your release papers," addressed to us pompously. He also walked off and left his servant to deal out the papers. We were free.