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Now this was supposed to be the last chapter but if anyone has ideas give me a shout and I'll see what I can do.

A hundred Saxons stood on the frozen lake. " Bors, Tristan."

Tristan notched four arrows and watched with satisfaction as they hit their marks. "We could use some of those flames now," Lancelot said slyly to Tristan, who grinned ever so slightly letting another arrow hit an unfortunate Saxon and Gawain snorted from the other side of Arthur. "Yes we could."

"Hold the ranks!" a sharp yell brought them back to reality. Arthur smiled glad his knights could stay so optimistic, though perhaps they didn't have to be that optimistic. "Pull back!" came the cry up and down; Tristan scuttled backwards and continued to fire at the Saxons. He could see Dagonet trying to break through the ice.

Galahad wasn't much of an archer and guessed his services wouldn't be missed. He quickly lit a small flame and held it to Tristan's arrow, which caught fire. "Tristan!" he gasped "There." he pointed to a smirking Saxon with a crossbow in his hands. Tristan hit him and the flame lit up along his fur clothing. He screamed and collapsed, writhing in pain. Around him the flame burnt into the ice and left a shallow depression in the already cracking surface. Dagonet had finally succeeded; a thin crack formed and ran to the hole in the ice. It spilt and several hundred Saxon's went sliding into the freezing water. The knights scrambled backwards onto the shore.

Tristan's mind was in shock, he had become accustomed to seeing comrades die but not when they were so close he angrily fired another arrow at the Saxons. "Tristan," a hand laded on his bow pushing it down. "Don't waste you strength." Arthur was standing over him. "Are you alright?" Tristan nodded and cast is eyes onto his fellow's weary faces "Come on," Galahad said softly breaking the silence "Let's go." they turned despondently and left.

Tristan rode beside Gawain, forsaking his position at the front. He was having a largely muttered conversation with the knight next to him.

"They are all grieved I know," he hissed

"We have to do something," Gawain whispered back.

"Hmm" Tristan slipped into thought.

Galahad was riding in front quite happy to be left alone to muse on his own thoughts. The silence was broken only by the light footfall of horses behind him. He pulled a surviving apple out of his saddlebag, smiling softly at the memory of what happened to the last one. Tristan trotted in front of him and began to engage Galahad in conversation. Galahad was highly suspicious of the scout because he usually only paid this much attention to someone when he was plotting their demise. While his head was turned, watching Tristan closely, Gawain rode up next to him, lightly pulling the apple out of Galahad's hand

"OI!" he yelled taking off after a fleeing Gawain. Arthur looked up, startled at the sudden outburst of movement.

Gawain laughed and glanced back at Galahad's warrior like face. He tossed the apple into the air and Tristan skidded behind him caching it deftly. Galahad lunged his horse at Tristan intending to knock him out of the saddle. Tristan swerved and Galahad's horse skidded into the mud. Gawain was doubled over laughing. Galahad wrenched his apple back off Tristan had threw it at Gawain's head, hitting him quite hard. Gawain flipped his head up, shaking his fist at the young knight. Tristan was smirking now. The mood had lightened considerably between the younger knights. Lancelot trotted up quickly, regaining his composure at the amusing scene in front of him. He had never seen Tristan look so gleeful. His presence had so far gone largely unnoticed.

"Hem hem." he coughed loudly; Galahad turned his vengeful glare onto Lancelot.

"Arthur sent me to check on you," he said in mock seriousness,

" He wondered if you had been attacked".

Arthur himself came round the corner. Lancelot burst into laughter at the look on his commander's face. Galahad was glowering at Gawain who was still laughing despite the growing bump on his head from Galahad's apple

"My knights have gone insane," said Arthur despairingly to the heavens Tristan smirked at Gawain and nodded his head slightly, Gawain grinned back. The mood had been lightened for now. "We are almost free," he said optimistically to Galahad

"Speak for the yourself," the young knight muttered, "I live in the same village as Gawain."

"Well there is still a chance that he will get killed," said Tristan hopefully "So you needn't despair."

The next minute he was fleeing down the path followed by Gawain who was brandishing his battle-axe.

Lancelot turned back to Arthur and said in a very serious tone

"You're wrong."

"What?" asked Arthur, who had been watching the two disappear into the woods.

" Your knights were never sane." he said and flew into the trees behind Gawain. Galahad nodded his head to him commander and drew his sword

" I have a score to settle with Gawain," he said grimly before grinning and kicking his horse into a gallop, following the sound of Gawain's death threats to Tristan. The pine needles whipped up around his horses hooves and Arthur was left alone, watching in disbelief as his "Brave Knights" set off through the trees trying to kill each other.