Lana had fun laughing with Lancelot, but when Dagonet returned she stayed quiet.

"So do I have the honor of knowing the name of the fair maiden that fell upon me?" Lancelot asked with a raised eyebrow and smirked.

Lana simply looked down. "I am no fair maiden, so do not call me such. My name is Lana."

Lana began to feel uncomfortable she didn't want Lancelot to see her back or wrist. Looking down at the sheets she held in her hand, she tried to think of something to say, but Dagonet saved her.

"Lancelot, would you please leave so I can redress Lana's wounds."

Lancelot gave a puzzled look at Lana and left without a word.

"I see you are doing better." Dagonet stated as he lifted Lana's shirt and began undoing her old blood stained dressing.

"I'm feeling better, but it hurts when I laugh." She let her eyes wander as Dagonet finished examining her cuts and bruises.

"Laughing a lot moves you up and down, try not to do it, because it reopens the cuts on your sides. Get plenty of rest." He turned and gave her a cup. "Drink this it will numb your pain, and knock you out for a few hours to say the least."

Lana gave a slight chuckle and shook her head looking at the concoction. "Is that how it's supposed to numb the pain? Knocking you out!"

Dagonet smiled at her sarcasm and shook his head. "So why were you so cold to Lancelot when I came in?"

Lana looked up, a little surprised by the question, but forced a smile and said, "When I was with him, I forgot how I got here and what I looked liked. Then you came in I realized how bad I must look with a black eye and hand print bruises on my cheeks." Lana sighed. "I guess I just thought of everything as a bad memory or dream. I didn't mean to be cold with him, it's just sometimes I don't know how to say things or what to say."

Dagonet nodded, understanding where she was coming from. He himself was a man who didn't say much around people.

Dagonet stood up to go and said, "Now you drink that, and I promise there will be food waiting for you when you wake, and who knows… Maybe I'll let you out of this room to see your horse. She does seem a bit cross."

Lana raised her eyebrows remembering what she had promised Athena "Oh dear, I promised her three apples if she got me here. Could you please give her four and a few nuts or berries, so I can apologize to her."

Dagonet nodded his head again and looked sternly at her as to say, "You better drink that or you'll regret it!"

Lana sighed and drank the strange concoction, choking a little at first. "What an awful taste! Oh well, you always have to give up something to be pain free, I guess it's my taste buds!" Lana stuck out her tongue in rebellion of the drink, but gave in and drank the rest. Lana soon felt woozy and curled up under her sheets, drifting into sleep.

Dagonet heard her distaste of the potion, but once he heard her roll over, he walked off down the hallway.

"Hey Dag where ya been?" Bors shouted among the many people in the pub. Dag could already tell Bors was wasted. They had been friends many years, they were almost brothers, but it never seemed to amazed Dag how much Bors could drink and still manage to function.

"I went to check up on a patient." He emphasized that, hoping Bors got the idea to shut up. He assumed he did, because he didn't say anything else about it.

"Hello Dagonet, would you like to spend the night in my bed?" A brunette bar wench came up to the side of Dagonet, rubbing his arm affectionately.

"Not tonight Ariel I'm busy." Dagonet drew he's arm out of her grasp.

Ariel looked at Dag with a pout on her face, but turned to search for another conquest.

Dagonet headed over to the bar and saw Vanora.

"Hey Vanora could I have four apples and a few berries?" Vanora looked up at Dag and shook her head. She turned around with the apples wrapped in a cloth in one hand, and berries wrapped in another cloth in the other hand.

"I'm not sure I want to know what it's for, but here you are." Vanora said. Dagonet chuckled and looked at Vanora. She was expecting again, if Dagonet remember correctly number 11. Of course, she still had a few months till birth.

"It's for a horse, Vanora, not me." He told her as he turned and left the bar heading to the stables.

As Dagonet reached the stables, he heard Lana's horse neigh with dissatisfaction and a little anger. Dag reached her stables and said with a soothing voice.

"Hey there girl. I have a gift from Lana and an apology." Athena shook her head back and forth as if not believing him, but when she saw the first apple her eyes lit up. She grabbed the apple and began to munch down on the it. Dagonet handed her another apple as she finished each one until they where all gone.

"Now here is your apology from Lana." He held out his hand with the berries. Athena trotted forward sniffing the berries, inspecting them, and munched down on the berries.

"That's a girl, you are a very good horse bring Lana here." Dagonet wiped his hands clean with the clothes that had held the food. Athena stood proud saying as if I'd let those men catch me again. Dagonet rubbed her nose and left the stables heading back to the pub for the night.

Dagonet wasn't kidding when he said the drink would knock you out. Lana slept through the night into the next afternoon. When she finally woke, it was just high noon. She groaned, with the sun glaring in her eyes through the small window. Throwing her sheet over her eyes hoping to get some more sleep, but it seemed someone had other plans for Lana.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Lancelot said as he pulled the sheets off of the bed. Lana groaned and rolled over.

"I don't want to get up!" She grabbed her pillow and threw it at Lancelot almost hitting his face.

"Hey! Now really I even made sure the Romans left, so you could GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled as he picked her up.

"Put me down!" Lana yelled as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Lancelot kept his firm grasp. He was determined to get his room back, and to have her get out into the sun for a bit. "Lana calm down." He put her down and stared at her firmly.

"Now look, get dressed and go have lunch with everyone. I got Dagonet to let me get you out of bed." He turned to go and Lana threw another pillow, hitting him in the back of the head.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Lana glared at him her arms folded across her chest. "I can do things on my own I don't need you to boss me around."

Lancelot smiled and said "Well you could always stay here with me in this room forever. I make quite good company." Lancelot smirked as he closed the door.

"UH! Gods I hate him who does he think is his!" Lana stormed around as she got dress trying to cool off. He seemed to know just how to get her angry and that made her even angrier.

All Lana had to wear was her riding gear she wore everywhere, and she thanked the gods it had been washed. Dagonet was waiting for her at the end of the hall. "Did you like the personal wake up call?" He said with a smile.

Lana looked up at him a glare and said " Never let him wake me again. I was about to murder him with my own hands."

Dagonet laughed and shook his head picturing that scene in his mind. "Well you'll be meeting the rest of knights at lunch. They're looking forward to meet the girl who knocked Lancelot off his feet."

It was Lana's turn to shake her head. She and Dagonet continued to converse while walking to the pub.

Lana was trying to remember the hallways, but there seemed to be too many to count, so she soon gave up trying to remember. Lana smiled as she felt the sun on her face warming her cheeks. She soon heard loud laughter as the walked through the makeshift pub. It was partly inside and partly outside which did keep in cool in the summer heat.

"Dag! Over here!" Lana sharply looked over and saw a huge man motioning for Dag to bring her over. "Don't worry they're all talk." Dag whispered into her ear as they neared the table.

"Who are you pretty lady?" Asked the man with long unkempt blonde hair. Lana found herself blushing she had never been called pretty or beautiful before now, not counting the disgusting Roman.

"My name is Lana, and what is yours?" The blonde man smiled grabbing her hand and kissing it saying. "My name is Gawain, and you are welcome to my room anytime." He smirked and sat down next to a man with shaggy brown hair similar to Lancelot's but he looked much younger.

"Ignore him my lady. My name is Galahad, and the brute is Bors." he said pointing to the gruffly huge man sitting next to Dag. Lana jumped as someone covered her eyes. "Shh guess who." Lancelot whispered in her ear. Lana felt the anger from earlier surface. Lana grabbed his arm and put on a fake smile and said, "Let me guess is it the handsome man who woke me this morning?"

Lancelot chuckled and turned her to face him and said "Unless someone else woke you before me." Lana continued her fake smile and brought his face extremely close to hers as if to kiss him, but she wrapped her leg under his foot and tripped him, making Lancelot fall hard on his ass. The whole table made an uproar of laughter. "Ow that hurt. What was that for?"

Lana glared at Lancelot saying, "Maybe you'll know better then to wake me up and boss me around like some poor lost duckling." A man came up form be hide Lancelot with a questioning look on his face. "It appears I've missed something amazing funny involving Lancelot."

He began to help Lancelot up , but Lancelot refused, wanting to keep what pride he had intact. "You just missed Lancelot here get tripped and outsmarted by Lana here." Bors said between laughs pointing at Lana.

The man smiled as he walked over to Lana and said "I am Arthur, commander of these men you see here. I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

Lana nodded her head in thanks and as she turned she found herself face to face with the man who hadn't introduced himself. He seemed dark and quiet. He had to tribal tattoos on his cheeks below his eyes. His hair was in a few messy braids in a mud brown color falling over his eyes. He nodded his head and said, "Tristan." He then walked over out of the pub. Lana was a little confused, but accepted his action, knowing some people just didn't talk unless they felt the need. He seemed to be a man of solace and nature.

"Well what do you know, Tristan speaks!" Gawain said jokingly.

Lana found herself very comfortable with these men and even when they made lecherous jokes, she would turn right back round on them. Towards the late afternoon Lana felt the need to practice, and she turned towards Arthur asking " May I use your practice yard for a while?" Arthur nodded and pointed towards the direction of the fields.

"Lana, your weapons are in the stables next to your horse." Dagonet told her where the stables were. As Lana made her way to the stables she thought about the men she had met and how much she liked it here. "I guess it wouldn't hurt staying here for a while. Who knows what will come of it." How right Lana was her life would be forever different staying with these knights.

Thanks for the reviews! Three and a half pages! Wheeeee! Thanks again to everyone especially dark syrinx ! Four will be coming soon promise!