Note: Since I had the final chapter already finished, I thought I'd go ahead and add it. Everyone let me know what you think of the whole story after you read this chapter, please! Thank you all for reading and I hope you'll continue to read my stories. I don't think I'll ever run out of ideas for these guys, I just wish there was a way for Bruckheimer to make another movie about them. But, I guess not.

Here you go… and I still don't own them. I'm saving to buy one someday, but I don't know which one I'll buy first, hmmm, choices.

It only took a few hours to catch up to the Bishop's caravan. The soldiers were for the most part, unhurt, but they did look a little haggard and the Bishop's secretary looked terrified as the knights came riding up at full speed. The caravan stopped and the soldiers who had been preparing to protect the Bishop stopped doing so when they saw Arthur leading the riders. The Bishop stepped out of the door as a guard held it open for him, surprised that Arthur and his knights would come to his aid after being freed.

"Arthur, it is a great surprise and pleasure that you have come to my aid. But, unfortunately for Honorius, it is too late." He sounded only half saddened by the fact that it was too late.

Arthur watched him, trying to decipher exactly what he was trying to hide. "Bishop, we did not come to your aid. We came to ensure that Marius was punished for the things he did. But it seems that Merlin took care of it for us." His sarcasm was not lost on Germanius.

"Why would Marius be punished? He did nothing…" He began in a fake innocent tone, but was cut off immediately by Lancelot. "Nothing! You're right, he didn't deserve punishment, he deserved death by my hand for what he did." He didn't wait for the Bishop to comment, but continued his tirade, "He beat my wife and tried to kidnap her!" As he yelled, he stepped down from his horse and walked toward Arthur and the man he wanted to take his anger out on. As he stepped closer, he saw the man take a step backwards and saw Arthur step between them. He gave his commander a look that spoke of betrayal.

Arthur ignored the look and started speaking before Lancelot could say anything, "Bishop, I don't know how much you have been told of the things Marius was doing, but I will tell you that no civilized man would mistreat women the way he did. This mistreatment included his wife as well as Lancelot's and the daughter of the Woad leader, Merlin. He tortured people. He tortured children. He was a sick man who feared no punishment because of his connections in Rome. Men like you and Marius will be one of the reasons that the Empire will fall. The world will not accept this any longer. I will not accept this any longer." He turned and left the Bishop to wonder what he was talking about.

Lancelot followed Arthur wondering at the change in him since he had learned the Rome he had loved did not really exist any longer. He had not realized just how deeply this knowledge had affected his friend. As they turned to ride away from the caravan he turned to him, "Arthur," he called softly, "I'm sorry." He didn't specify what he was sorry for and knew that he didn't need to. Arthur understood and nodded his head in acknowledgment. The ride back to the fort was made quietly, with no need to speak of what transpired.

As they rode up to the fort, Lancelot looked up and saw Laney watching from the wall. He waved and saw her turn and head down to the courtyard. She still took his breath away when she smiled. He closed his eyes and waited for her feelings to wash over him. He smiled as he felt her happiness. Then he felt another emotion that gave him the impression of security. This feeling made him wonder as he opened his eyes to see the object of his wonder. He quickly jumped from the saddle and took her in his arms. For once there was no passion in their embrace, only love and security. "Hello, my wife," he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. He heard her laugh and smiled. He picked her up and held her close as he swung her around. When they stopped, he saw that Tristan was watching them with a smile on his face. It pleased him that his friend no longer hid his emotions as much as he once had almost as much as it pleased him that Tristan was indeed happy for them. The jealousy that had been apparent no matter how he tried to hide it was no longer there.

"What happened with Marius?" He heard her ask, but before he turned his attention back to her, he gave the scout a slight nod. The answering nod made him smile as he turned toward her. "I hope that smile means you didn't kill the man, no matter how much he deserved it." She said quietly. "No, I didn't kill the man. The Woads beat me to it." He informed her as he gently ran his fingertips through her hair. "You would have been proud of Arthur. I know I was." She noticed that he never looked at her face as he spoke. He was looking at her hair as he gently pushed her hair away from her face. "Why would I be proud of Arthur?" She queried.

She watched Lancelot as he stopped playing with her hair and finally looked into her eyes. "Come, I'll tell you as we walk to the tavern." He told her as he took her hand and lead her away from the courtyard. "The Bishop started making noises about how Marius had done nothing to deserve punishment. His words made me see red I was so angry and I dismounted and started toward him. I don't know what I was going to do when I got there, but Arthur stepped between us. That only made me angrier." Laney listened intently as Lancelot told all that had been said by Arthur to the Bishop. When he finished, she stopped walking and turned to him. "You're right, I am proud of Arthur. He will make a good king. A fair king." She relaxed into his embrace and followed him when he released her and started walking again.

They rounded the corner into the tavern and saw the others sitting at their usual table. "Rrrrooouuusss," yelled Bors as they entered and walked toward the table. Laney giggled and felt Lancelot squeeze her shoulders, then he gave a return battle cry. Not quite as loudly as Bors, but she noticed the feeling in his voice. His answering call prompted the rest of the knights to follow suit and before long the tavern was so noisy that she put her hands over her ears and shook her head. Lancelot laughed at her and yelled over the noise, "You'll have to get used to this if we remain here. You still want to stay, don't you?"

They had stopped at the table and Lancelot sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "I want to be where ever you are. That will always be my home." Her answer brought a smile to his eyes even though the expression on his face was supposed to be serious. "So you really don't want to stay here. Where, then, would you like to live?" She slapped him playfully, then adopted a serious look, "Oh, I don't know, wherever heaven on earth is sounds nice." He kissed her gently, "As tempting as it is, I don't think we can live in our bed. That is what you meant by 'heaven on earth', isn't it?" She saw the satisfaction in his eyes as the blush began to creep up her face. She smiled, "I give up. I just can't get one up on you, can I? Oh, well, it was a challenge and I concede defeat, My Lord." With her words, she bowed her head. Neither of them had noticed that the others were watching.

"Well, well. Lancelot someday I'll need to hear how you did it." Bors said. Lancelot didn't even try to pretend he didn't know what the older man was referring to. "If I knew I could become rich beyond all my dreams." He then whispered to Laney. "If that were possible. I've already found my riches." He then patted her stomach, as he kissed her temple. "I've found my heaven on earth."

The End