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After going to the market, and getting all the supplies needed for tonight's supper, Carine headed home. She thought not to dwell on today's events, because they only made her feel worse about herself. So instead, she left her materials for supper on the table. She quickly pulled on her shawl, and went for a walk. She went to the first place that popped into her head, the peaceful grove of trees just outside of the wall.

Lancelot started to walk back and forth in his room, like a caged animal. He needed to go somewhere now. The bleeding on his head had almost stopped, and he didn't feel as dizzy when he stood up. But when he had tried to leave the house before, Arthur had put him in his room. Like a scolded child, he was just got angrier and angrier the more he thought of this predicament. "Why am I still in his room?" He asked himself. "Who is Arthur to tell me what to do, to hell with them! I'm getting out, no matter what."

Later, after some sneaking out, Lancelot felt like a love struck teenager, sneaking out to his love. But he had needed to get out of there, and the fresh air did him good. He decided that even if it was not wise, he was going to walk outside of the wall. That way Arthur had little chance of seeing him, and confining him to his room again. So once he was out he started to walk around, taking in the fresh air, and stretching his limbs. He walked until he got to a small forest of trees, deciding he wanted to go in.

Just as Lancelot stepped into the large grove of trees, Carine came out. She was not cured of her anxiety, but she was a bit calmer. That is until she heard a snap of a twig under foot. It couldn't have been her, stepping on it because there were no spare twigs under her feet. For a second she panicked and thought Saxton, but then remembered there really wasn't any Saxton's around. Nobody ever came into this forest, which was more a grove of trees. Anyone who seemed to see it would just pass over it, and never remember. This was her forest, and she couldn't remember the last time anyone was ever in it. She just decided it was the wind, or just purely her imagination. But wait there is was again, she knew that it would have been the smart thing to run, but she just had to know what was in HER forest. So she stood just were she was and looked into the dark drafty forest. She saw something that seemed to have an outline of a person coming toward her. She almost gasped, someone was here! But as the outline started to get closer and closer, she knew she must go. So she picked up her skirts and ran.

Lancelot wasn't as pleased with the forest as he thought he would be. It almost had seemed that nobody had been in it for ages of time. But what were curious were the tiny imprints on the ground, which looked of a maiden's shoe. It was softly put in the ground as if she had stepped on it, when the mud was drying, but not yet dry. It had also seemed that this maiden was of a very small nature, because there was indeed a path cleared, but it was slim and short. So as Lancelot walked on it he had to duck under huge branches, and concentrate on staying on the path. So after about a time of 5 minutes, he decided to give up, and walk back.

He heard what sounded like some kind of creature on his way out, just at the edge of the clearing. He was at alert, looking towards it as he same out, and one hand on the hilt of his sward. But upon coming out he looked around and saw nothing, but what seemed to be a flick of fabric running into the gates of the wall. He prayed to the gods, that whatever it was wasn't going to go tell Arthur.

When Carine got back to her house she was, completely out of breath. She was not used to running around like a small child, so it was hard. She looked to the food that was still on her table. She knew by where the sun was in the sky, that she would soon have to go work at the bar. Of this she dreaded the most, because it was easiest place that she could be found, by the man who attacked her. But she also knew that if she did not go, she would be fired. And it seemed that if she did not have her job, she would have to become one of the whores who worked outside of it. So she turned to go upstairs to get changed.

After putting on her required clothes, which were not the best. Actually she wasn't that surprised men took her for a whore, with what she had to wear. It was a tight fitting dress, which was loose on the top, so more of her cleavage would stand out. It was not her favorite, but she had to emit that it did look good on her. So on her way out, she grabbed an apple, even if she wasn't hungry at the time that doesn't mean she wouldn't be. Then she set out in the direction of the bar.

By the time Lancelot got back to the house, the candles in the window were put out. That meant Arthur and Guinevere had already gone to dinner. Damn, now they knew that he had come out of his room. Although it was a surprise that if they knew he was out, why wasn't he looking for him? He puzzled by this until he got into his bedroom, and saw small piece of parchment on his bed. In Guinevere's small neat handwriting it read, "Lancelot, please be safe for I am worried about you. I have told Arthur you are peacefully resting, and need not be woken for dinner. We are to be out late, till the sun comes I would guess. Please my friend, be back by then. Guinevere." So Arthur didn't know were he was. That was a relief and did explain a lot. But what was bigger, was that Lancelot was free to do what ever he wanted till the sun came. And before he had even finished his thought he knew were it was that he wanted to go. The bar were he was last night to see the pretty barmaid, Carine.

A/N: Ok I know this one took a long time, but I've been really busy, with the WASL and my Exit project. (And if you dont know what those are, screw you cause your lucky!) Try to put out my next one faster. Keep the reviews coming!