Note: Sorry this took so long, we've been kind of busy. Okay...actually, only Kait's been busy. I've been sitting on my butt for the past week or so doing nothing constructive. But honestly, I was suffering from a case of writer's block. All better now.

-pixie

The Very Sudden Dream/Flashback Thingy

Tristan stepped outside of Gillette's front door and whistled for his hawk. In the distance he could make out the shape of a bird, but as it got closer, he realized that it was not his hawk at all, but a pigeon with a deformation on its head.

As it drew nearer, he saw that it was not a deformation or a growth. It was a mohawk.

"What in the world?" he wondered aloud, having not seen the bird in the previous chapters.

As he stared, the bird descended and landed on the arm he still held out for the hawk. The pigeon looked at him intelligently and began to smooth his hairdo.

"Uh, Arthur..." the scout called confusedly, "I think you'd better come see this."

Arthur came outside and stared at the pigeon, which saluted him with its wing.

"Uh..." Arthur said, as the pigeon stared at intently at him. It seemed to be waiting to be permitted to report. "Who sent you?" he asked the bird, unsure if it was the right thing to ask.

"Ahem," said the pigeon, "Greetings. I am Ralpheus Pigeonous (Ralph for short), commander of the Pigeon Defense League." He looked at Arthur for permission to continue.

Arthur nodded faintly, and the bird continued.

"I bring news concerning the Saxons." He puffed himself up importantly. "You seemed to have an interest in them."

"Er...yes we do."

Ralph rifled through some notes, "They want you to come to a disco party..." He looked baffled. "That can't be right. It seems I have the wrong notes...Ah, here it is! They are plotting to commandeer ships from the port and sail back to Britain in the morning."

Tristan looked at Arthur, eyes wide. By this time, the other knights, Guinevere, Elizabeth, Will, and Gillette had gathered to hear what the pigeon had to say.

Arthur looked around uncertainly. "Um...I guess you're dismissed," he told Ralph. "Carry on then, Commander Ralpheus."

The bird nodded curtly, and took off, only to run smack into Gillette's sitting room window. Arthur stared at him.

"Well that was interesting," Tristan remarked, searching the skies for his hawk.

Arthur didn't reply. He was still staring at the bird as it slid down the window, leaving behind it a large smudge of hair gel and a few feathers.

"Well?" asked Jack, opening the door and peering out. "What's going on?" Then he noticed the dead pigeon and made a face.

"This is good then," said Galahad. "The Saxons are leaving."

"They're going to Britain," said Guinevere. "That's not good. We have to follow them and fight."

"Fight?" the knight asked incredulously. "We'd all be killed."

"We can't let the Saxons conquer Britain," growled Guinevere.

Jack stepped in. "These Saxons...they're not the brightest fellows around, am I right?"

"Yes..." said both Guinevere and Galahad slowly.

"And they don't know the way to Britain any better than you do, correct?"

"Yes..." they repeated.

"Well then. I wouldn't worry too much about Britain," he summed up, flashing a smile.

"He's right," said Arthur. "The Saxon's will never make it to Britain, and neither would we. It seems we have no choice but to stay here."

Lancelot and Gawain nearly cheered, but they caught themselves in time.

"We're not going to try to get home?" asked Galahad.

Arthur shook his head. "We can't there's no way we could."

"It could be worse," Lancelot pointed out. "We're not in Britain anymore."

"Too bad I couldn't bring Vanora and all my little bastards," said Bors, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Dagonet slapped his friend on the shoulder.

"The question is," Arthur continued, "Where do we stay while we're here?"

---

Once they had all reached the governor's house again, it was late, and everyone was tired.

"So where are we sleeping?" Lancelot asked Guinevere with a charming smile.

She was about to tell him off, but got distracted when Bors knocked over a large vase. She reprimanded the knight, and started to sweep up the mess.

"Robbers! Robbers!" they heard the governor wailing from a room down the hall.

Tristan and Jack guiltily pocketed the trinkets they had been examining and smiled innocently.

Elizabeth grumbled and went to tranquilize him.

"Imagine if he wakes up tomorrow to find us in his living room," said Bors, laughing.

"He has a point you know," said Arthur.

"You're right," agreed Will. "We should probably keep everyone out of sight."

"We can all sleep in Elizabeth's room," Jack reasoned. "She won't mind."

Lancelot took this to mean that he could have Elizabeth's bed, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

Will found a closet full of blankets and distributed them amongst everyone, "accidentally" knocking Lancelot off the bed in the process.

---

When Elizabeth returned, she stared in horror at her once-tidy bedroom. "What's going on?" she asked in a dangerous voice.

"We figured it was best to stay away from your father," Will told her.

She was not completely convinced.

"It'll be fun," said Jack brightly. "Think of it as a slumber party!"

---

Once everyone was settled in their proper sleeping arrangements, and had lain in silence for a moment, Jack sat up.

"I have a great idea!" he whispered loudly. "Let's tell ghost stories!"

Elizabeth sat up in her bed and gave him a murderous glare that caused the plant on her bedside table to wilt.

"Just a thought," he muttered, and lay back down to sleep.

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Dream/Flashback Thingy

Quite suddenly, Elizabeth found herself fighting a bunch of the armored men in short skirts. All of a sudden, she knew, without knowing how, that they were Romans, and that they were her enemies.

Suddenly, she realized that one of the men had his gaze fixed somewhere between her neck and her naval. She was wearing Guinevere's revealing, leather outfit, and he obviously didn't mind the lack of modesty.

Using her very sudden battle skills, she ran him through with the sword in her hand.

Only afterwards did she wonder at her newfound abilities and the overuse of the word sudden. But after all, it was a very sudden flashback.

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Elizabeth woke with a start. Wondering what had awakened her, she opened her eyes and looked around. To her utmost horror, she was not alone in her bed. There were several human-sized lumps under the blanket. They were too near to her for comfort. She tore the sheets off to find Lancelot snoozing on one side of her, and Galahad and Gawain on the other. She slapped Gawain's hand off her leg in disgust.

The knight groaned. "Why'd you have to wake me up," he murmured. "I was having such a lovely dream."

She resisted the urge to scream, and instead shoved him.

Galahad fell to the floor with a loud thump. He sat up, rubbing his head and glared at Gawain. "What was that for?" he demanded.

"It's not my fault," he protested.

Elizabeth ignored them both and shoved Lancelot onto the floor. There was a dull thud, but he stayed asleep.

Guinevere sat up, wide awake. "What's going on?" she asked, seeing Gawain and Elizabeth in the bed.

"Nothing," said Elizabeth, glaring at the knight.

He smiled innocently.

She ignored him again, and got out of bed. She stepped on Lancelot in the process, but he still didn't wake up.

Elizabeth related her sudden dream to Guinevere who nodded and smiled understandingly.

"Well?" asked Elizabeth, "Does it mean anything to you?"

The smiled slid from the Woad's face. "Actually, no. I was hoping if I looked understanding, you've leave it at that."

Slightly miffed, Elizabeth sat down in the edge of the bed. Hm...she thought, Maybe Mortimer will know.

Almost as if he had heard what she was thinking, the thunderous footsteps rattled the house as Mortimer made his way upstairs.

When he stood in the doorway, the two women repeated the dream to him, and he smiled. "Of course I understand," he said.

They waited for him to continue. When he didn't, Elizabeth asked, "Yes?"

"Oh. You wanted an explanation? Very well. You, Elizabeth, are Guinevere reincarnated."

To the reviewers: C'est Magnifique, elvish-princess130990, Mustang Gal, and Adarthang Lomedur. Thank you!