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Chapter Five:

One thing that I was proud about my horse was that by the gods he could run! We tore down the deserted road and did not even falter as we made the transition to the well-beaten path. I had wrapped my arm around the boy to make him feel more secure, since for a small child riding at this speed would indeed be scary. We did not even slow when the road came out of the cover of the forest.

It would have been quite a picture. A woman rider in black, riding a large grey stallion, while holding a child. You would think that I was one of those Christian saints or something of that sort! As we rounded the bend, I saw that the serfs had already started packing their belongings on the small carts they had. I could see Maria pacing at the front of the caravan, obviously hoping that I would arrive soon with her child. She looked up as she heard Shadow charging down the road. She shrieked in happiness and started running down the path. Her cry alerted some of the other serfs, and they in turn also started running towards me.

"The Lady has returned! The Lady had come back!" they screamed. I pulled up as I reached Maria and the others.

OMNISCENT POV

Bors turned as he heard happy shouts and shrieks about some lady coming back or something of the like. The others had gone down into the tunnel while he, Galahad, and Tristan remained outside. Galahad also turned at the noise the serfs were making while Tristan just searched the skies for his hawk.

The two knights could see a crowd of poorly dressed men and women in a circle surrounding someone who they could not quite see. Galahad craned his neck to try to get a better look, but to no avail could they see what all the fuss was about. Soon they just gave up and went back to watching the door to the tunnel. That was until they heard…

"BORS! GALAHAD! TRISTAN!" Bors turned yet again but this time in complete shock as a bundle of clothes, leather, and hair hit him and squeezing him tight with pale, skinny arms.

"BORS! BLOODY HELL IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! BORS! IT'S YOU! AND GALAHAD AND TRISTAN! GALAHAD!" Suddenly the mass was removed and latched onto Galahad. The knights had no earthly idea who this strange creature was that went on to hug Tristan, who had gotten off his horse, still screaming how wonderful it was to see them and how they missed them. It wasn't until the being turned around to face them when they could recognize that the bundle was actually in fact a woman. I very familiar woman…

"ANNABELL! IT'S YOU!" Bors screamed as he faced the now scrawny, pale woman who was once full of beauty and life. She just laughed as the realization hit Galahad and Tristan on the head as they finally recognized her. Tristan, with his ever observant ways, noticed that even though her face was brightened with the smile, her eyes were still dark and desolate.

"Dear gods Anna! We thought you were dead!" yelled Galahad as he pulled her into yet another hug. Bors came and slapped her on the back while Tristan gripped her shoulder in a manly way, but still with a smile on his face. At this she stepped back from the knights embrace.

"Dead? So-you never got my letters?" she asked, face now filled with anger and pain.

"Letters? We got some the first year, but after that they stopped. About three years after that we got a letter saying you were killed by Woads!" Galahad just kept right on going, not seeing the look of sorrow that had now consumed her face. "You should have seen the state that we were in. Lancelot was in a right state! Didn't leave his room for a week straight and would curse and cry until Arthur drug him out! It took him a while but he reached his normal self except that he became an astounding flirt and every night would take wench-OW! WHAT THE BLODDY HELL WAS THAT FOR?" he was cut off when Tristan slapped him across the back of the head.

Her face no longer held any happiness, just sorrow, pain, and suffering. Tears had crept into her eyes. The first tears she had shed in nine years since she left. Her voice was shaky as she spoke,

"So-so Lancelot has, has b-been, having w-w-wenches in h-his b-bed every n-night?" Her voice no longer full of laughter, but quiet and reclusive. Her eyes wet with tears but none spilt on her pale face. "Well boys, it-it was n-nice to see y-you again. B-but I must b-be d-doing my d-d-duty." And with that she promptly turned around and headed back to help the serfs pack.

It was then did Arthur and the others return from the depths of the tunnel.

"What is your name little girl?" asked Lancelot as he tried to see through the mass of dark curls. The girl, who seemed to be around the age of eight-ish or nine, carefully looked up into his eyes.

'What beautiful eyes on such a small girl. Wow. They're just like Anna-NO! Don't start that again! That's all this girl needs is more tears.'He gently set her down onto the ground next to Dagonet and another small child. This one a boy who also looked around the same age as the girl.

"My name, my name is Anika," she whispered, obviously scared of such strange men. Lancelot had to crouch down on his haunches to be able to actually see her properly. 'Anika…wait…that's a Sarmation name…' He shook this thought off and looked once again at the small child.

"Who is your mother child? Is she here?" If she was answering questions he might as well ask so he could pass her off and not have to deal with her. Anika nodded and was about to answer when Dag offered his water flask. She took it greedily and started guzzling it down. When she was finished Lancelot asked her again who her mother was. Yet again the child was about to answer when she looked over his shoulder and squealed.

"MUMMY! MUMMY COME BACK!" Anika shot around him and started running as fast as her legs could go. Lancelot was not even interested in seeing the girl's mother considering that if she had a child then she must certainly have a husband. He was getting ready to mount his horse when he heard another voice answer the girl. A voice he could never forget.

ANNABELLE'S POV

Oh how I could kill that man! Announcing that I was his true and only love and then once I leave he starts taking up with wenches! The bloody bastard! I continued on with my horrid thoughts of how I would torture him until I heard a distant shout calling for water from behind me. I just ignored it and kept walking until I heard another loud voice.

"MUMMY! MUMMY COME BACK!"I span around so fast I cricked my neck. I couldn't believe my eyes! My little girl was alive and well!

"ANIKA!" I screamed as I ran toward my child, sprinting as if the Christian devil was on my heels. "Anika dear gods!" As I reached my daughter I fell to my knees, pulling her into a giant hug, trying hard not to crush her.

"Mummy, why did they take me? I was so scared!" I hear her cry into my shoulder. My heart broke, but even though I felt so relieved and blessed that my child was well, my cheeks still remained dry.

"Anika I'm so sorry. It's all Mummy's fault! They didn't hurt you did they?" I had to know if she was hurt. If so, those bastards will pay.

"No Mummy, they just didn't give me anything to eat is all," she had calmed down and was now sitting in my lap, playing with my hair as she always did when she was upset. I pulled out a small bread roll and removed my water flask from my hip.

"Eat and drink this baby," Anika hungrily took the food and immediately started eating. When she was done with her first mouthful she looked up at me and pointed behind her.

"That nice man over there already gave me water Mummy," she stated calmly and resumed eating. I looked over to where she pointed and gasped. I knew I should have been expecting this but still…it is Lancelot we're talking about here!

OMNISCENT POV

He had been watching her ever since she called out the child's name. The child! Oh gods was she his or… He watched her face change from happiness, to worry, to satisfaction, to confusion. When their eyes met, the lost love was rekindled.

"Lancelot." He heard her say. He couldn't say anything. He just…stood there! His feet where like lead, his head spinning, and his heart throbbing.

"Annabelle." He whispered back. She blinked and then looked back down to her child.

"Anika, go find Maria so she can give you some new clothes. Mummy has something she really needs to do." Anika, used to such orders, left with a skip in her step, happy to see the outside world again. As she ran off, Anna stood and walked over to Lancelot. She stopped when they were only a few feet apart. Everyone in a ten yard radius stopped to look at the long lost couple.

Lancelot took a step forward, arms outstretched to embrace her. "Anna! Dear gods woman I have missed you! When I hear that-" but he was instantly cut off when she raised her hand.

"They told me Lancelot. They told me about the wenches," she whispered. He was shocked! This was not how he had planned their reunion!

"Anna I promise you-" but he was cut off when she yet again raised her hand. The unspent tears from before now streamed down her face.

"And I don't care if you fucked Jesus Christ himself Lancelot! I still love you!" Annabelle almost shouted. "I still love you." She dipped her head and spoke softly that he had to strain to hear it. Those four words. Oh how he wanted to hear those four little words when he heard her speak about his past nightly affairs.

"Anna-those girls…they meant nothing! I was so lost in pain that I tried everything just to be able not to feel it. But nothing worked. Not the drinking or the wenches, because no matter what, my thoughts would always return to you in the morning. No amount of false love or drinking can make me forget how much I love you." There. He said it. All he had to do now was wait and see if she really did still loved him.

"Lancelot, like I said. I don't give a bloody damn whether you bed some girl or Jesus Christ, I will always love you." With that she looked back up at him. Meeting her wet eyes with his own liquid ones.

"LANCELOT!" she screamed as she launched herself at him, clinging to his tunic and legs wrapped around his waist squeezing him with all her might. And he hugged her as tight in return. Her cheeks were not the only wet ones, as now Lance's eyes also spilled over.

"Anna. I was so scared I lost you. I love you," he whispered over and over in her ear. She slowing let herself down, but never leaving the warm circling of his arms.

"I've missed you so damn much!" She whispered, before she claimed his lips with hers. It was as if a fire had been lightened inside them both. For over the years both had dreamed of seeing and touching each other again. Their kiss turned into pure passion and love, not caring who saw them. After nine years of not touching, tasting, loving one another, they had become so thirsty that now it would be impossible to break them apart.

It seemed to go on for hours. Tongues waged war as each wanted to feel and taste the other so badly they couldn't get enough of each other. Hands roamed forgotten places and unheard moans where emitted and heard by forgetting ears. Once they had finally broken apart, both their eyes were filled to the brim with love.

Lancelot looked over to where Anika had run off to. He looked down at Annabelle now with question in his eyes.

"Is she-your daughter. Is she-" But for a third time that day he was cut off.

"Yes. She is yours and no other," Anna whispered, never breaking from his gaze. Lancelot looked amazed. He had a daughter for almost nine years and never knew about it. But instead of being upset at the fact, he chose to embrace and kissed Anna yet again. They broke apart laughing, but soon stopped when they heard yelling. Annabelle was filled with dread. She knew who the yelling was coming from…

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