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Chapter 3:
Isabella woke up to voices talking about her and the other woman, known as Guinevere, she kept her eyes shut but heard what the two people were talking about.
"She" Tristan said pointing to Guinevere, who was wrapped in furs asleep nexed to Isabella. "is a woad."
"What about the other one?" Arthur asked, looking at Pheobe. Tristan just shook his head 'no'. Arthur nooded his head in understanding and took his leave, along with Tristan. When she was confortable that both men were gone she opened her eyes and heard the voice of a woman.
"I see you were pretending to sleep as well." Isabella turned her head toward Guinevere, she noded her head and gave her a small smile.
"Guinevere."
"Pheobe." she was geting tired of lying about her name, but she could not take the chance of Lancelot finding out who she was. They talked till Marius wife came in to check on them.
"I need to rewrap your hand." she carefully unwraped her hand, she skimed her fingers along the bones, like Arthur had done not long ago, in the middle of feeling for any broken bones, they both looked up at the sound of a mans voice.
"Could you leave us lady?" she bowed to the knight before leaving. Lancelot knelt down beside her and skimed his fingers over her hand, his fingers were hard and callused, but his touch, his touch was anything but. Her breath caught in her throte at the closeness, he noticed this and smirked at how shy she was, he wrapped her hand but kept eye contaced with her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, finally brakeing contac with her.
"Better." she manged to blurt out. She rested her hand on her leg when he was finished. "Thank you." she smiled at him. "May i ask you a question?" there was no dought that this was her Lancelot but she had to see if he rembered her, and would want her back in his life. Before he got his chance to answer a young man poked his head from behind the fur that covered the openingof the wagon.
"Sorry, my lady, but well have to continue this later." with that he bowed his head and left the same way he had come in. She took a deep breath and rested her head on the pile of furs that was under her head. A restless sleep overcame her and she found her self dreaming about happier times once again.
Isabella was only two years old when her mother died and was sent to live with her mothers best friend, she had an older son and a daughter only a few months old, but she took her in, because her mother was like a sister to her. She stood infront of a woman with long dark brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Lancelot, theres someone I want you to meet." a young boy, maybe six or seven, came runing out of the house, he had his mothers eyes and hair.
"Yes mama." the boy stared at the girl infront of him, she was younger then he was, and shorter, she had long black hair that went to her mid back, and dark green eyes.
"Lancelot this is Isabella, Isabella this is my son Lancelot." she knelt down to there level "Isabella is going to be liveing with us." Lancelot came to stand by his mother. "Lancelot, I want you to protect her, watch out for her, and keep her safe, ok?"
"Ok, mama, do you want to see my horse?" the little girl noded her head and followed the boy over to a large black horse. "I cant ride him yet, but my dad says when I get older i'll be able to ride him on my own. Would you like to sit on him? he wont hurt you, I promise.
"Really! can I?" he told her how to mount the horse then mounted behinde her. "It look so diffrient up here, it's beautifull."
About an half hour later they returned home, Lancelot showed her where she would sleep, he started toleave herroom, but she stoped him.
"Thank you."
"For what?" he asked turing around to face her.
"Your promised me that the horse would not harm me, and he did not." a smile crossed her lips as did Lancelots.
"I'll always keep my promises to you." he kissed her on the crown of her head, before turning around to leave for bed himself.
A tear ran down her cheek, he always tried to protect her, but he could not protect her for the last fifeteen years, and she needed him more then ever. They were finally stoping for the night, she had to tell him who she was tonight, he needed to know who she was.
