Disclaimer: As chapter one; so please, for the love of God, do not make me keep writing it out people!

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SOME SEXUAL REFERENCES (though not too graphic) SO READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

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'Thoughts'

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Bethan & Lucan

Chapter Twenty-Three – Lancelot & Bors

Bethan was sat on the ramparts with two of her fellow knights; it was quite early, but these three liked it. They had time to chat about the children and just generally watch the fort awake. Bethan would always be the first to begin with - watching the sun rise and then Bors and Gawain had taken to joining her the past few weeks.

All of a sudden a shout rent the air, a door opened and Lancelot came running out in bare feet and breeches, wearing little else, being hotly pursued by his irate wife.

"You….you…BASTARD!" She screamed, tossing a plate at him and narrowly missing his head.

"You are naught more than a sad bloody harpy! I have no idea what is wrong with you….apart from the obvious fact you have LOST YOUR BLOODY MIND WOMAN!" he shouted in return.

"I just want some furniture moved! Surely that is not too hard for a wonderful bloody knight!" her voice dripped sarcasm.

"You are always wanting furniture moved - either literally or figuratively speaking! I have lost count of the times you have made me move the table, and as to the other – I am terrified of going to bed!"

"Most men would be thrilled their wives found them so attractive!"

"I am - but not all night, every night! Even I need some sodding sleep you mad old bat!""

Bethan flinched "oops, he so should not have said that!" Bors was doubled up with laughter, which was not helping her and Gawain keep a straight face either.

"WHAT!"

"See what I mean?"

"Right well if I am so mad and old then I want a divorce as you obviously do not want me anymore…."

Lancelot stopped running away and stood looking at her "I….WHAT! You want a WHAT!"

THWACK! A large mug got him square in the face….

He saw stars and felt blood running from his nose "I am bleeding! You vicious cow, I am actually bleeding! Well, have your bloody divorce then, you have completely lost your bloody mind anyway – now you can lose me too!" he stomped off towards the tavern.

Amila stood there for a moment, before running after him "Lance…I did not mean it….I…"

"Amila?" Bethan called.

"What?"

"Clothes?"

"What?"

"Clothes would be welcome; you are as naked as the day you were born, my blood!" Bethan gestured to her state of undress; whilst struggling vainly not to laugh.

Amila blushed bright red and ran back to her room. It was no good, Bors was on his knees and tears were running down his face. Even she and Gawain were laughing…

Lancelot had turned on hearing Bethan's voice, and was now falling about at his wife's predicament. Bethan went over and helped him stop the bleeding….

"You know why she is like this Lance?" she asked with a grin.

"She has finally lost her mind?" he offered wearily.

"Nay…think. When was the last time she was like this?"

"Yesterday…and the day before that….and the…." He sighed before Bethan interrupted.

"Nay, you dolt, think!"

Amila returned "I am pregnant" she muttered "Sorry….."

Lancelot leapt away from Bethan and seized his wife "You are? That is wonderful!" He swung her round and round………until she threw up on him.

"That was not on purpose…." Amila gulped going green again, as Lancelot leapt out of the way.

"I probably should not have done that…..the swinging and twirling…"he muttered looking at the mess they were both in.

They retired to clean up; Bethan sighed "I am dreading the next six months, maybe we could find a few Celtish hoards to fight; it has got to be better than battling Amila!"

The others fell about laughing again. The rest of the day was spent with everyone congratulating the happy couple.

Lancelot was delirious with joy, and Bethan was so pleased for him; he was a wonderful father, and another child would make him so happy. But still, there was aught there, hanging in the air around her - she could not think what, but there was…….

That evening Bors approached her "What is the matter, Little Scout? You seem bothered…"

"It is as if I am waiting for the other boot to drop Bors, I do not like it…." She sighed.

"Neither do I; I hate it when you and your mother get those bloody feelings. Nothing good ever comes of it. The last time, Lucan died…" He sighed with her "Look, We will keep our eyes peeled - any trouble and we will be ready" He pointed to his eyes and smiled.

She nodded "You are a good friend and brother Bors…"

"Do not you forget it!" He hugged her.

As it was they did not have long to wait.

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Later that night she heard a noise, like a soft thud, outside; she was immediately on her feet and pulling on clothes, her swords in her hands, daggers down her back and Guido by her side.

As she exited the room Gawain was already dressed and following her; she tapped on Bors door next to theirs. He came out rubbing his eyes and pulling a sleepy Van to take the children in with her and their offspring.

"So soon?" he whispered. Bethan shrugged and nodded. "Should we call the others?"

She went to nod and felt a hand on her arm; her father was standing next to her "You heard it too." He stated.

She nodded and silently gestured towards the main gates. "She knew this was going to bloody happen!" Bors exclaimed quietly. Tristan nodded unconcerned. "Well, I still find it creepy…." Bors shivered as she grinned at him.

The other dogs from their pack had now dropped in behind Guido and were following Bethan. They walked slowly forward and Tristan and Bethan immediately picked out the dead guards. Bethan noticed movement at the gate and counted at least two; they were trying to open it.

They three could take them easily, but she felt there was not time; she nodded at the pack of dogs walking with them. Two quiet words passed her lips "kill….quietly."

Bors raised an eyebrow "they go for the throat first, it stops them screaming" she whispered.

The 8 dogs flew forward and a scuffling could be heard amidst the snarling and growling. "Fetch the others, there will be more waiting outside and we need to deal with them."

Tristan let out a low whistle.

A Celtish voice called out something in question….Bethan answered.

"What was that?" asked Bors impressed.

"He asked if all was well, I said it was - it helps to have Celts settled here…" she grinned.

The others came running; Lancelot a little hot, sweaty and grinning "She is pregnant; I can refuse her naught."

The others smirked before advancing to the gate, knocking others up as they went.

"Maybe we should just unleash Amila on them?" grinned Bors.

"Where the hell were the guards!" hissed Arthur to Bethan as they reached the gates.

She gestured to the corpses at the bottom of the steps by the battlements. "They never stood a chance…." She whispered.

Arthur saw the ripped and dismembered corpses of the Celts that had made it into the compound "What did….!"

"The pack…."

"Who told….!"

"I did….." her face brooked no argument "We had no time…."

They swung the gates open and saw about 40 Celts on the other side. They far outnumbered them and soon a full-scale battle was in progress…….

"ROOOUUSSSS!" the knights and their fellow fighters cried as they ran full tilt towards the stunned enemy, who had been expecting only their comrades.

Bethan noticed that Gilly had followed them into the fray, she felt uneasy. A breeze blew at her and she knew what she had been waiting for. She tore towards him "BORS!"

The other knight swung round and saw where she was racing - his face blanched "KNIGHTS! KNIGHTS!" He panicked, following Bethan; Lucan's fate suddenly fresh in his mind.

He saw what she was going to do as he saw his son being crept up on by a Celt "BETHAN!" he cried.

She flung herself at them; she would not let another perish, not again and not Gilly - Dagonet was suddenly beside her, as was Gawain but……….too late.

She felt the claymore dig deeply into her side as she pushed herself between it and Gilly. The other two knights cut down the Celt and any others approaching, Gilly stood dumbstruck as he realised what she had done.

Gawain dropped to his knees beside her "Bethan!"

She groaned "Gawain? It hurts…Gawain…..it…." she slipped into unconsciousness.

He grasped Dagonet's arm, the older knight's heart went out to him with the naked fear in his eyes "Dagonet you must help her!"

The fighting was ending and the other knights, led by an enraged Bors at what had happened to Bethan went tearing after the retreating Celts; the same strange mist from before helping to mask them as they made short work of the enemy.

Gawain lifted Bethan into his arms and took her back to their room. She was bleeding freely from her side and he was soon covered in blood. Tristan's face was white with worry at the amount of blood she was losing; they stripped her off so that Merlin could see her wound better.

He and Dagonet cleaned and stitched it. "It is not a fatal wound by itself, but she has lost a lot of blood; and then there is the risk of infection…" Merlin muttered to Dagonet.

The older knight closed his eyes "I do not know if we can take another loss Merlin; I know I canno, and neither can he…." He indicated a frantic Gawain, pacing outside the door with an equally distraught Bors trying to console him "She is much to us…."

"And to me…" the shaman sighed. The older knight gripped his shoulder in silent support. They turned to face Gawain - this was not going to be easy….

Galahad stepped forward "Let me tell him how she fares…." The other two nodded, this man was the twin to the one outside.

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"How fares she? I must go to her…." Gawain both asked his brother and tried to sidestep him at the same moment.

"Hold brother….we must speak…" Galahad gripped his arm. "She is bad Gawain. The wound itself is not the problem, but the blood loss is…."

The other knight ran his hand over his face "Dear Gods it is Ysabeau all over again; the blood loss - that is what killed her Gal."

"Nay brother, it is not all that it seems. She came back to you once, she will do so again - but I felt you should know…there is a chance…that…" he saw Gawain stumble slightly at what he hinted at and took his brother's weight.

"I could not survive without her Gal…I would not…" He leant briefly on his friend and brother's shoulder. "I must be with her…." He went into the room.

Galahad leant against Alisia "Where is this fair Ali? First your sister and now Bethan; he does not deserve this."

She comforted her husband "I know Gal, I know; and yet he still does not admit his love….why?"

"I do not know, truly I do not. But Tristan said their feelings must find their own way…."

"Well it is a pity it might be too late Gal, that is all. I know this is not what Ysabeau would have wanted."

"I know…but Tristan said…."

"Hmmm….I know what he bloody said…" She went to Lancelot and Bors, two she knew who would pay no heed to Tristan, not on this issue at least.

She approached the two knights "They must be made to face their feelings; I cannot believe that Ysabeau or Lucan would wish this to continue. As she is sick you must make him understand first."

"We would have done something soon anyway" Lancelot replied "This nonsense has gone on long enough."

They looked in the room and saw Gawain with his head bowed over Bethan, begging her not to leave him.

Bors still looked shocked and had his arm around Gilly "Pa? Do you know the children are planning something too, to bring them together?"

"What?" Lancelot turned.

"I do not know what, but they were….'course now…." His voice trailed off "I never expected her to…you know…for me…"

"Who else would she do it for?" asked Lancelot "You, we, are all to her Gilly. She loves you as her own; she would not let you perish if she could do aught to prevent it…" he sighed "even if it meant sacrificing her own life in your stead…"

Bors rubbed his face "I do not want her to die; I especially do not want her to die without knowing Gawain loves her, and that she loves him…."

"Then we must act; act whilst his guard is down."

They strode into the room together "Gawain? How fares she?"

"She is so pale Lance" he shook his head. "What do I do? I will surely follow her if she passes….I cannot survive without her…I cannot."

They felt a pang "Poor sod!" muttered Bors, still stricken at what Bethan had done. He hugged his son close "You better not start any more fights with her Gil; you owe her a lot." He would not believe she would die; their Little Scout would not abandon them like that.

"You have got to tell her Gawain…." Lancelot began.

"Tell her what?"

"How much you love her…" Put in Bors.

"But I do - all the time! She knows what her friendship means to me…."

"Oh cut the crap Gawain…we know you love her….not only as a friend but as a bloody lot more – otherwise why not do the blood oath with her….and she never batted an eyelid about it! She knew, you knew, we all bloody knew; you love her!" Bors was exasperated "Look, she might sodding die tonight; are you honestly going to sit there and let her die without knowing how much you love her?"

"She is my friend Bors, believe me!"

"Aye, and I believe that about as much as I believe pigs can crap gold!"

"Well mayhap they can!" Gawain leapt up as Bors did.

"Will you two bloody calm down for the sake of the Gods!" Lancelot grabbed them both and made them sit.

"Look Gawain, Bors has a point - we all see the way you two are. But think about it yourself, the only other you are as close to as Bethan is Galahad, right?"

Gawain nodded.

"Have you ever been like this over him, or any of us; or anyone else for that matter?"

"Only Ysabeau" Gawain offered after a lengthy pause. "Mayhap not even she as much" he muttered guiltily.

"Precisely; you love her…and not just as a friend. I know that is what it was in the beginning; but somewhere along the line since Ysabeau died, you and she became close and you fell in love with her. You buried it, ignored it - whatever, so when Lucan died you could not acknowledge it.

But I know she feels the same, the way you two are with each other; you nearly died and damn near took her with you, and she did similar to you." Lancelot flapped a hand to still the other's protest "and it is not just the 'tie that binds'; it goes far beyond that."

Gawain thought for a moment and then slumped down, his head on the hand that was holding hers…

"I cannot tell her…I cannot. It would betray Lucan….you do not understand…"

Suddenly Bors realised "You loved her before Lucan died, did you not? You were not jealous of how she was with Darry, you were jealous of him! That was why he would go to you before anyone else…he knew too!"

Gawain did not answer.

"But you did not act on it, you did not!" Bors also knew that his brother would not betray a friend.

"Nay, but the feelings in themselves were the betrayal."

Lancelot leapt to his feet "Oh shut up! That is bullshit - I had feelings for Guinevere and never acted on them and now I love Amila with all my heart and soul.

You honestly think that Arthur considered it a betrayal because I had feelings I could not control? I never acted on them; never, not once. When I met Amila it all changed; I realised that I loved her more than anything in this world or the next…..and I still do, probably more so!"

Bors sat open mouthed at the tirade from his friend. "I never knew…."

"No one did, only San – and Tristan I think – she kept me from making a fool of myself. I am eternally grateful to her; she kept me sane, and I realise now I was waiting for the right person."

He rubbed a hand over his face "Look, we cannot help who we love Gawain. You were a true friend, you could have tried to lure her away, but you did not. You never once let on that you thought of her as more than a friend; and you buried those feelings so deep, that even you thought you had imagined them. But we could see; all of us, we could see the love between you.

Now, I donot know what her reasons are for not telling you, but I know yours are no longer valid. If she dies tonight without her knowing you love her, you will regret it forever."

"What if she does not die and then hates me, or we find the relationship does not work? I would rather have her close as friend forever, than lose her entirely because of a moment of madness!

Do you have any idea at the guilt I am feeling? That I did not love my Ysabeau as deeply as I should; that if what you say is true, neither did she with Lucan? That he was my friend, and I loved his wife to the point where I would lay awake at night trying not to think of them together? How I would ache to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but then would see them together and burn with jealousy?

I wonder did I do enough to save him that day? I ran, aye I did - I tried to save him, tried to make him live for her; the Gods know how I would have fought to stay by her side, when he….he just gave up….but was it my fault? Did I just not try hard enough?

The guilt Lancelot, the guilt kills me! I will not put her through it too - if you speak true she will feel the same guilt over Lucan; even if her feelings for me changed after he died, it still means she did not love him as much or as deeply as she loves me, and the guilt will crucify her, as it does me. I will not be the one to cause her suffering like that!"

"What if she do not survive?" Bors spoke quietly "The guilt of not telling her your true feelings will far outweigh the guilt you feel over the others. I know….."

"How?"

"Van was 14, but promised to another - he was injured and died, I too was hurt. She nursed me, we had been friends for a long time. I loved her and knew she loved me, more than she ever had him. I was lucky he died, if he had not she would have married him and I would have lost the one woman I loved with all my heart" he muttered "Purely because I felt guilty and would not speak…."

"Are you saying I should be glad that our partners died!" Gawain was incredulous.

"NAY! You bloody idiot – nay, what I am saying is that Merlin believes in all this fate and destiny crap; well, mayhap it is not so much crap anymore, maybe all this bullshit happens for a reason."

"If you are that worried when she wakes, and she will, pretend it was the injury and she dreamt it; at least until you think the time is right to declare yourself." Lancelot suggested.

"You did your best to save him Gawain; I know that and so does she - you could not have done one thing more to save Lucan. " Dagonet spoke quietly from the door, as Tristan and Sandrina rushed in with Milo "I know that in my soul."

Gawain gave him a grateful look "I worried….."

"Well, for that you need worry no more; you were honest then and you are now."

"How fares she?" Tristan's normally passive face was etched with fear and worry, though his voice remained calm as always.

"Merlin fears she will not last the night; she has lost a lot of blood; then there is the risk of infection" Dagonet spoke to both.

"NAY! I will not believe it; I will not" San spoke first, her eyes wild with fear. "How do you cope, with losing a child, how?" she looked at Dagonet.

"A very wise friend told me to take a second and turn it into a minute…" he smiled sadly "it is hard San…it is very hard….."

"Wait a bloody minute here….she ain't sodding dead yet! She just needs something to live for……only he will not allow it!" Bors jerked his head at Gawain, clearly intent on forcing the younger knight's hand.

"What does he mean? Gawain, what doe he mean?" San looked at the knight frantically.

"He loves her" Tristan's voice was an oasis of calm in the storm of emotions at the sick young woman's bedside "he loves her and will not speak…"

"I will not; I will not subject her to the guilt I feel." Gawain said flatly.

"So you will not save her either! I cannot believe you would forsake her like that!" San was incensed "You love her, so save her! I will not outlive my child!"

Milo walked calmly to Gawain "You love my sister?" Gawain nodded "Then you will not let her die" He turned to his parents "He will find a way to help her - trust him…." Either way he had an idea; it would mean bringing their plan forward, but no matter.

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A while later Milo returned with Little Tris and Darry. Tris struggled to get down to Gawain "Papa! Papa!"

"Maybe you can explain to him how you let his mother die!" cried San before storming out.

Tristan gripped the other knight's shoulder as he went after her "She is upset, do not mind her; but find a way my friend, I cannot lose my daughter."

"Papa, Papa no cry…." Tris patted Gawain's wet cheek, he was in torment "Mama wake up soon…..say 'wuv you' to Mama and she wake up….I say….." he patted Bethan's cheek "Wuv you Mama, wuv you muchly…. Darry say" he gestured to the little girl toddling across the floor.

"Wuv you Mama, wuv you muchly…" she laid her head on Bethan's hand.

"Now papa say…." Tris patted Gawain's face again and looked at the door; all the adults followed his line of sight - all the knights' children were there and grinning. Lancelot and Bors exchanged a look, this had been bloody planned - maybe not tonight and not like this with Bethan so sick…..but it had been planned nonetheless.

Gawain could not resist the small boy and his daughter as he resisted the adults; he laid his mouth near Bethan's ear "Bethan? I hope you can hear me, Little Scout, I hope you do not hate me for what I am about to say…..I love you….I love you Bethan.

Now he had started he could not stop "did you hear me? I……I love you in ways you cannot even imagine; I love you with all my heart, body and soul. You are the moon and sun to me, I love you - I will always love you, and even if you hate me now I will still love you…." his lips brushed hers, oh so gently.

She never stirred and never murmured but Gawain felt a change – he could not explain it, but he knew then she would recover. "She will survive…." He turned to others now a respectable distance at the door.

Everyone exchanged a look "How do you know?" asked Bors.

"He knows as I would" murmured Tristan "He loves her full as much as I love my San." He turned to his wife "You were cruel to him and should apologise San. He only wished not to hurt her."

She hung her head knowing the truth of his words, but she did not have the same faith in her daughter's recovery they did. How could he know from one chaste kiss that she would live?

She approached the younger man "How do you know?" she could hear the harshness of her tone and saw him flinch. She put a hand on his shoulder "I am sorry Gawain, but I love her so much, you…I….." she could not explain how she loved her daughter; how the young woman before her had been the one to keep her mind focussed on living, long before she met the other half of her own soul in Tristan.

He reached up without looking and patted her hand, his eyes fixed on Bethan "it is alright San, I do not mind. But I just know, I cannot explain it, I just do. Like when you know if Tristan is hurt or upset….."

She nodded "Then you love her very deeply; I am sorry you feel so badly about it."

"I just do not want her to feel the same is all" he shrugged.

"What if she does not remember?"

"Then we go on as before, until the time seems right to speak."

Milo rolled his eyes and looked at the others "Then the original plan is back on; we can still make this work with my sister, and Gawain would fall for it again I am sure." He thought for a moment, "though mayhap an extra plan would be useful too…"

"And if she does remember?" San asked.

"Then I can only pray she does not hate me, for she is all the world to me and my life would be a colder place without her."

Lancelot motioned to Bors to follow him outside. "Are there any spare rooms here?"

"What, in our section or generally?"

"Both."

"Ummm….aye, there are a couple here and about 5 more around the fort. Why?"

"Gather the knights; we are moving…."

Milo looked at the two knights "It has already been taken care of Uncle Lancelot; all the children of the knights and a few more from the fort have decided it is time we spread out a bit. By the time she is well there will be no free rooms for her and the children should she even wish to move."

"We cannot do a lock in…" advised Bors.

"Nay….we are not….we are doing a lock out….."

"It was all Milo's idea!" breathed Suriana proudly "he said if she had nowhere to run she would have to stay with Gawain." Lancelot ruffled her hair with a grin.

"What of missions?" he asked.

"She will be too sick for a while, then….wait! I have had another idea…." He motioned for Torvald, Arthur's son and Rahil to follow him "I will be back Bors, do not leave her…."

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Moments later the three boys were running to the Smithy…

"Where are we going Milo?"

"The smithy…"

"Why?"

"I want you to break my leg…."

"WHAT!" both the other boys were horrified.

"Just hit it with a hammer, but for God's sake make it a clean break….I do not want a permanent bloody limp!"

"It will hurt!" Torvald was shocked.

"So? She is my sister and I want her happy; he spoke to me…."

"Who - Gawain?"

"Nay! Lucan; he said one word 'Gawain' - I know what that means, she is for him and Lucan wishes it so. But they are going to go on with this sodding insanity forever, I can see it! So now we act - we need to make sure we all get ill so she has to stay here to heal us. I have to be the worse as she fusses me. I hate it" he sighed "but it will be worth it to make sure she ends up with Gawain."

"You are not going to break anything on me, are you?" Torvald swallowed. He was a little apprehensive that Milo was going to go around shattering limbs and bones with the hammer…

"Nay most of us can pretend things, like bad stomachs and aching heads and the like; but unless I am really hurt she will suspect."

"You are very brave" said Rahil "I am proud to call you brother."

"We are knights are we not? Albeit children too."

"Aye…"

"Then we have to suffer for those we love…"

Bors and Lancelot had followed as a whisper went round the children who had begun to quickly follow the three boys.

They arrived at the smithy just in time to see Rahil hit Milo's leg with a large hammer and hear the sound of breaking bone. The small boy had a piece of leather in his mouth and was sweating. Torvald was holding his legs and a sobbing Suriana his arms, whilst whispering what a wonderful boy he was and kissing his cheek.

"WHAT IN BLOODY HADES ARE YOU DOING!" roared Bors in horror.

"I asked them to do it! Do not yell at them, the action is mine…." Milo yelled at him, spitting out the leather strap.

"WHY!"

"Because we have a plan and one of us has to be really hurt; I am their leader and her brother, so it falls to me to be the one genuinely injured."

"WHAT!"

Milo explained the plan; that coupled with them taking over all the available spare rooms would mean that Bethan would ostensibly be confined to both Gawain's room and the fort respectively.

Lancelot smiled "You have organised this with military precision Milo, I am proud."

"You cannot be serious!" Bors gaped at Lancelot.

"I am; you have to admire his ingenuity Bors, and look at the way they follow him…."

"Aye, only because they know he is the one to hurt!"

"Not so…" Rahil spoke first "I would equally have taken his place as would any of us here."

"That is right" Torvald added "she is much to us and we wish to see her happy…"

"We will have to have horrible medicines too; but we will gladly suffer them to see her happy with Gawain" Suriana defiantly interjected, her eyes blazing; taking her suddenly from the softly spoken little maid she usually was, to a miniature of her mother.

"Aye and what if she…if she…." Bors could not bring himself to say it "Then what? You have got a broken leg for nothing!"

"She will not…..Gawain says she will not and I believe him…" Milo winced "Can you help me?"

Bors scooped the boy into his arms, a lump in his throat at the devotion from him for his sister "You are one brave little bastard Milo, I only wish you was one of mine…"

"Uncle Bors I take that as the greatest compliment you could ever give me…." He smiled.

"Let us get him back to the other room and get his leg fixed; are we going to tell them what really happened?"

"Nay, we will say what I had already planned on - I fell from the steps of the battlements where we went to see if more Celts were coming, as everyone was worried about Bethan."

"What of the guards?"

"They did not see us; we were quiet in case we got into trouble."

"Will they not tell the truth?"

"Nay, Suriana and Celeste have gone and told them what we were doing and why; everyone here loves Bethan and wants her to be happy, so they are happy to help us."

"What of your father?"

Milo sighed "I cannot lie to Papa, we will tell him the truth; but only him."

"Milo I would hate to meet you on the battlefield when you are older; your tactical planning is amazing" Lancelot laughed.

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