Three

"...Lana,"

"Damn, you've found me," Her hands breached the rim of the wall, gripping the stone like she was about to fall. Guards passed, never giving a second glance to Lana, or Lancelot. The breeze became heavier as Lancelot stepped closer. "Lancelot please spare me the moment alone, you break any sense of concentration I have."

"I love that affect on you," Lana turned and spat near his feet. "Never so lady like are you?"

"Is that how you want me? Lady like? Lancelot I'm not yours, and I never was. So go, drink, take this night make it what you will." Lana's eyes float back over the darkened forest beyond. He was purging her for the information he knew would soon come from Arthur.

"What do you know?" His voice lowered, in that tone that seemed long lost, the tone he used years ago.

"Nothing,"

"Why lie to me? I've seen all of you, I know you in and out, naked and clothed,"

"You still make me sick," Lana hissed while Lancelot leaned closer, he pressed his hand on her fore arm, and turned her towards him.

"Why must you hide my fate? You know those orders, you know why the Bishop is here, why else would you ride day and night? Why else so unannounced? If you have any idea what Arthur will speak of, why hid it from those you claim to love?" Lana bit her tongue, Lancelot had this beauty to manipulate. She took a deep breath and touched her forehead.

"I need rest," Before she knew it, his hand lightly grazed her cheek, rolling his thumb over her soft skin. She opened her eyes and stared into his.

"Please, Lana,"

"Whatever seals your fate, know I will be there, for this burden I carry, I will carry not alone." Of course, Arthur must carry it as well, and why would she choose to go along? Because, she had too. "Wait for Arthur," Lana pulled herself away, and walked down the rest of the wall, down the stairs and towards the other knights.

Passing the playful children she looked up at Bors, he was pushing Vanora urging her to sing. It had been years since she'd heard Vanora sing. Lana walked over and stood next to Tristan, he looked up, that strange glance he had with black slashes under his eyes stared back in a welcoming manner. He craved off a piece of apple and offered it to her, nodding her head while her hair followed the movements, she took it into her mouth.

With the soft words Vanora sang, Lana saw how overwhelmed the Knights where, their faces, pale and shadowed with sorrow, all of them had tears rimming their eyes.

The men she called brothers had a dangerous charge ahead, and once she noticed Arthur out of the corner of her eye, so did someone else. that strong face could make men fight, and women cry. His face, it was brilliantly thought out by god, and cast upon the man that could carry the weight that face would bring. He had a duty to Rome, but also to his men.

Finally when the dust had settled, and the agreement was final, that all Knights must endure the last remaining mission in order to receive their discharge. Galahad though, smashed his jug of wine, and Arthur watched the pieces scatter across the floor.

As Arthur turned around, he found the one face that was missing for years, Lana, and her eyes, the admitted all the questions he was planning on asking. His lips stiffened, and his jaw tightened. The dust under his feet quickened as his paced towards the girl he called sister.

"You knew, all this time." Arthur's face turned about hers, toying with her view and ensuring that he wasn't ready to celebrate her homecoming. His eyes burned into her like the deepest coal in the fire. "You knew all along." His words hissed viscously, his usual toned and honored tongue was sharper than before. After a final moment of exchanging glances, he walked away, shuffling his feet in an angry strut.

Lana scoped out the hallway, it was dark, and all the light around was a dim candle flickering near a window. Turning her head a few more times, she left her shoes in her room, and tip toeing on the cold floor was painful. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Lana picked up her dress and lifted her heels, quickly heading to her destination.

The wooden door was heavy, heavier than she remembered, and once the latch was free, she closed her eyes one last time, gathering a deep breath, Lana walked in.

His outlining shadow danced with the wavering linens over the window, the moon light illuminating the room just enough to see where furniture was, and where not to step. Releasing her dress from her palms, she swiped a loose strand from her cheek.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Why would I sleep?" Lana retorted with a sweet tone. Her face lit up in the dark night, he turned around, his gruff face, having this loveable smile.

"Long journey, no need to come sneaking into my room." Lana stepped towards the man, her hands out and her chin proudly lifted just to see his face, he was much taller than she, and yet she always was capable of seeing his eyes clearly.

"Unless we want everyone knowing what goes on between us, sneaking is all we have." Lana felt his callused hand smother her shoulder, with the kindest touch he was able to allow. Many times, in these past few years, Lana truly believed she was the only woman to fit him, and was the only woman he could open up, and truly be with. More than any other female, she understood the their way of living, neither from a wife stand point, but from the front lines.

"Suppose I should feel lucky than," A hint of moon light floated in, and a small glimmer immersed from his eyes, allowing Lana to see how he felt, and that yearning grin was all for her.

"Sure as hell should, after all these years you still have me." Giggling she rested her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat, never second guessing that this was a dream. Her breath ran with his heart, as he held her, she ran her fingers in his hair.

"Maybe telling Arthur and the others would be polite. Then again, I enjoy the simple secrets."

"Gawain, no one needs to know," Lifting her chin, his lips grazed hers, finally to kiss her properly, in privacy. His powerful hands cupped her gentle face, making the kiss last longer.

She gave a quick sigh of joy, before they unlocked each other. Skimming his finger tips over her cheek, he kissed her quickly.

"How I've missed you. Thousands of nights, and still you don't feel real." Kissing Lana's forehead, his rasping voice was like hanging on the edge of heaven for Lana. Her love for Gawain was deeper than anything she'd ever experienced before, and every moment he was in reach, it was nearly unbearable.

"Tomorrow, I shall go with you, and Arthur." Lana whispered, Gawain froze, he grunted roughly before holding her still, his arms on hers.

"No, not beyond the wall, there are too many Woad's, too much that is unpredictable." Gawain watched her pink lips press together, and her eyes pull up into his making a unyielding stance. "I won't have you killed. At this rate we'll all be lucky to survive."

"I'm going," Gawain released Lana, turning with frustration, bracing his arms on the window ledge, and swiping the curtains out of his way, Gawain replied.

"Why? What proof is that? Lana it isn't a game. You have proven you are a Knight. You've killed enough in a lifetime." Gawain watched the few lone guards walk the wall, passing back and forth with promise. "What if we run into the Saxon line? Then what? They keep what they kill, and if they find you well enough ransom, you'll be raped, and murder for nothing!" Gawain's breath was warm and heavy, he gripped that ledge and huffed again. "Woads have no reason to keep you alive."

"Gawain I knew," Lana interrupted, she pressed her hand on his back, feeling his tense body build up. "The moment I left Rome was when I read the scripts, requesting the Sarmation Knights to be sent north of the wall." Gawain shook his head.

" --Left your post," Gawain knew Lana would be punished for leaving what she was called to Rome for. He could care less if she knew what was happening.

"See, if you let me come with you," Lana placed herself on her tip toe and kissed his cheek, pressing her body on his back. "You can watch my every move."

"With everyone watching." He grunted with a mischievous tone, Gawain lifted his arm, allowing her to slide back into his arms. His lips caressed over hers, as they crawled into bed.