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So sorry about all the stupid errors in that last chapter. I was so excited to write it and I wanted it to be worded perfectly so I kept backspacing and rewriting. That's why most of the errors are with the verbs.

Ooooh you all didn't think I would let them have it that easy did you? Muahaha. You are all going to hate me after this. Sorry, having a power trip.


I made my way to Guinevere's chambers and knocked on her door. She answered after a moment and examined my pale face and shaking hands.

"I need to talk to you." I said.

"Meet me at the gate in a few minutes." She said and closed the door quietly. I walked back to the knight wing. In a hallway nearby, I found Yseult sitting in a windowsill. Hiding from Tristan no doubt. Her eyes fell upon me and became hostile.

"Do you love him?" She asked as her cheeks grew pink, ready for a fight. I raised an eyebrow. I had told Tristan the extent of my feelings for him. If he chose to keep Yseult as his lover, than I would not begrudge her for it. After all, when I wasn't watching her fondle the man I loved, she wasn't too annoying.

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"I need to know." She said standing up.

"If Tristan loves you, than you have nothing to fear from me or any other woman." I said honestly.

"I love him." She said as if that made her better than me. I cocked my head at her for a moment before speaking coldly.

"When you love someone, you do not grow jealous of every move they make. You do not hold back from them over petty things. You do not cause someone grief if you love them. And you do not make them scramble to appease you." I said all this quietly but not cruelly. "Be careful what you call love."

The girl looked at me with a startled expression. I strode away. I ducked into Lancelot's room and kissed the forehead of the sleeping Geraint. I went to my own room and put on a thick brown cloak over my coat. I would still be cold, but I would survive. I walked out of my room to find Yseult waiting for me. I nearly groaned.

"Are you saying I'm not in love with him?" She asked while trying to control her voice. I ignored her and walked past. She followed me angrily to the gates where Guinevere waited. She looked concernedly at Yseult who was stalking behind me.

"Keep walking." I said and grabbed the pregnant woman's arm. We walked quickly down the street with Yseult following us.

"Go home Yseult." I called out.

"If you wish to talk to Isolde, it will have to wait." Guinevere said rigidly and I recognized it as the command of queen. Apparently an order from the high queen of Britain wasn't good enough for Yseult. She wasn't relenting.

"Do you love him?" Yseult called out. Before I could say anything, another voice called out.

"Ah! May we join you on your walk?" Ealasaid asked as she and Andrivete neared us. I felt like screaming. We were just leaving the city walls. Guinevere looked at me painfully for a moment. She was the high queen and she had to entertain her subjects. Especially Ealasaid, her own cousin, and Andrivete, Arthur's niece.

"Of course." I answered for her. It was cold outside. Very cold. Guinevere wrapped her cloak tightly around her bulging stomach. The five us ambled along a dirt road for some distance. At first the talking had been awkward as Ealasaid and Andrivete had come to realize that we had not simply wanted to go on a walk. But then we adapted as we must.

"Did Ragnelle sit with you any?" I asked Guinevere. The cold air was driving thoughts of Tristan away from my mind slowly but surely. She nodded and gave me a grin.

"I like her. I think she and Gawain suit each other." She said humerously. "Those two are probably going to stay home like Vanora does during feasts."

"I think I may just join them." I drawled.

"You had better not." Ealasaid said pleasantly. "I need someone to talk to."

Conversation halted for a few minutes.

"What will happen with Caradoc and Turquine?" Yseult asked curiously. She had seemingly resigned to the fact that she could not verbally attack me at that moment.

"They left in the night." Guinevere said and suddenly her voice was guarded and her eyes were narrowed. Her chagrin was not at Yseult however. I knew that this sudden…departure was not just an insult. It was a proclamation of enmity. They would not support Arthur or his allies.

"When do you think they will act?" I asked calmly. There was a battle coming. I could feel it.

"There is a dead man over there." Andrivete said stopping her tracks. We all looked at the girl who's face had drained to the color of bone. I looked in the direction that she was staring at. At the forest line, there was indeed a body.

"Stop." I said as Yseult began to walk towards it. I looked around. We had not a sword between us. Ealasaid, Guinevere and I carried daggers in our belts. We would be relatively defenseless to a threat. I looked grimly at the body. A man did not just drop dead of his own accord at the edge of a forest. Yseult gave me a defiant look as she moved towards the body. At least she was moving quietly. Guinevere began to follow and I sighed. We walked stealthily over to the body. Yseult reached it first and flipped the man over to his back. Andrivete took a step backwards as the arrow sticking out of the man's chest came into view. It was embedded very deeply into the torso of the unfortunate man. Judging by the man's clothes and dirty hands, I took him for a farmer. Why would someone kill a farmer? I noted the angle at which the man had been found. The moment before his death, he would have been facing the bowels of the wooded area. Who ever had killed him had been in the forest. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I felt that same unholy silence reverberate from the forest like the day Branwain had died. I knelt quickly next to the farmer and examined the arrow in his chest. It was not a normal arrow. It had been fired from a crossbow. A Saxon crossbow. We needed to go. I hauled Guinevere up as I looked back towards Caerleon. It was out of sight.

"That's a Saxon cross bolt." I whispered harshly. Guinevere said nothing. She calmly pulled Andrivete away from the body.

"Let's go." I whispered to Yseult. When she did not act quickly, I dug my fingers into her arm and pulled her up to meet my eyes.

"There are Saxons nearby." Her eyes widened. I knew that we would not get far if we were sighted. We began to walk briskly away.

"Halt." I heard a guttural voice call out. We froze. I turned around quickly. Seven Saxons had appeared from behind a knoll and more were emerging from the behind trees. There were at least fifteen crossbows aimed at us.

"Do not move." I said quietly to the others. "No heroics. No panicking."

We waited several minutes in that agonized state until a large man with sloppy, tawny hair appeared. This was their leader I decided.

He said something in the brutal tongue of the Saxons to one of the other men. There were coarse laughs all around. He looked at Ealasaid.

"Who are you?" He asked. She said nothing. He walked forward and examined us all. I knew what he would see. Fine clothes and Guinevere's bulging belly. I fought the urge to pull the queen behind me. I suddenly feared for the life of her child. The man examined our faces intently. He pulled Andrivete forward. She was meekest in build and mind. A huge, haggard hand closed about her throat violently.

"You have only moments to live if you do not tell me the names of each woman here." He said loudly in her ear. She whimpered and clawed at his hands and face. He smiled cruelly and held her out of reach of his face.

"What is your name?" He said clearly as he put emphasis on each word. She resisted for a moment.

"Andrivete." She said miserably. She was fighting not to cry. I wanted to rip the man's throat out.

"And the one with child?" He asked. Ealasaid shook her head warningly. Andrivete snapped her mouth shut. Tears streamed quietly down her face as he applied more pressure. The color in her face was awful. Guinevere was squeezing my wrist so hard I thought the bone might break. Yseult leapt forward and tried to grab his dagger. Stupid girl!

"Saxon dog!" She snarled. He was too quick however. He dodged her and struck her across the face. She was flung towards the dirt. I was thankful for his action as much as I was disgusted. If she had managed to get his blade, she would have been felled with over twenty cross bolts in seconds. I snatched her up and held her to my side. She moaned and leaned against my shoulder. I was amazed the girl was still conscious.

A Saxon spoke out to the leader. The man smiled wolfishly after he finished.

"He says the woad queen is with child." He said and began to circle us. He stopped in front of Guinevere and plucked at the gold brooch she wore. "Greetings your highness."

Guinevere visibly stiffened.

"I am the high queen of Britain." She said after a moment. Her voice was not pompous or regal, it was low and deadly. "And you are on my land."

"Forgive me, you majesty. But lord Caradoc informed me that Caerleon was not well guarded. I could not pass up the opportunity to obtain such fine trophies. Caerleon and your husband's head that is…" He said as if he found the whole thing to be amusing. He was mad I decided. I would slit my own throat before I let this man cut off Arthur's head.

"You would need an army to do that." Guinevere said looking down her nose at the beast. "And I see no more than a hundred men."

"No. I would need a few men to slip inside the gates at night and kill the guards." He said and I felt my heart skip a beat. A hundred men were quite a threat if the entire city was asleep. "Of course, killing your husband will have to wait for now. Your ransom would be enough to make me the richest king on this island. And of course there is the ransom that will be paid for the other ladies."

He directed the last part at us. That would be quite a ransom. I was born a to an old knight and his wife on the steppes of Sarmatia and even I would fetch a nice price. Arthur would give what he could and along with the rest of the knights, and I had no doubt Modron and Kaherdin would supply a hefty sum.

The man was done talking however. He barked a command to his men and soon they were bustling around in the forest, erasing signs they had ever been there. Two Saxons grabbed the dead man's body and took it with them into the forest for disposal. Several men came forward and began bind our hands and gagging our mouths. I calmly allowed the man to wrench my hands behind my back and rope them together. I had no idea where they were taking us. I prayed to every god I knew that Arthur would send Tristan to look for us. If Tristan came upon this place, he would know immediately that Saxons had been here.


We were forced to stumble along with the Saxons for days over the icy hills of Britain. Snow fell every night and on every other day it seemed. By the sixth day Guinevere had dark circles under her eyes and Andrivete was ill looking. Meleagan, the Saxon leader, seemed to notice also. Four men disappeared and returned at the end of the day with a wagon that had seen too many journeys already and a packhorse that looked ready to keel over. It served its purpose well enough however. For the next week we rode in the wagon while the Saxons walked surrounding it. I was aware that we were heading southeast into territory vulnerable to Saxons. One night however, a young man was thrown at the feet of Meleagan by two scouts. He was a Briton.

"Boy, are you loyal to your king?" Meleagan asked leaning close to the young man. The man looked at him square in the face.

"Yes." He said loud enough for all to hear. He probably expected to be killed on the spot. Instead Meleagan smiled.

"Then take this horse and go tell your king I have his wife and her ladies." He said chillingly. The young man paled and looked at us. A burly man grabbed the Briton by the shoulders and nearly threw him into the saddle. In moments the young man was riding in the direction of Caerleon, no doubt expecting an arrow to lodge itself in his back at any moment. Soon however, he was gone from our sight into the darkness and we continued on.


"Welcome to my home." Meleagan said as a fortress came into view. On top of a hill, the small stone fort was surrounded by a stone wall. Beyond that, encompassing a town like area, was a wooden wall. Rarely had I stayed in a fort or city that was not Roman influenced. Small wooden huts and molded stone buildings formed the Saxon community. Guinevere chose not to respond. We were led to the fort, a blunt looking building of stone. Meleagan sat in a throne like chair and looked down on us as we were forced to our knees. Saxons began pooling into the hall. I looked around at these people who had come to take the land I now called my home. Most had fair or ruddy hair, though some had darker hair. They wore simple woolen tunics, longer ones for the women. They were all staring at the five of us. Some had hostility in their eyes, some had plain curiosity. They muttered in their guttural tongue and pointed at us. Yseult was shooting back equally ferocious glares, and I fought the urge to kick her. Andrivete had positioned herself half behind Ealasaid in a fearful manner.

"Your king will raise the ransom for you. He will bring in here and you will be set free." Meleagan said speaking very clearly. "And next year, we can start the war all over again, only then we will have the means do carry on until we have conquered this entire island."

The man had just informed us that he planned to go through with the ransom with some degree of honor. He would not have us killed just to spite Arthur. But now we all had something worse to fear. Our ransom would make this Saxon king twice as powerful. An old man appeared from a doorway behind the throne. He limped over to Meleagan's side and clenched the back of the throne for support. He and his son argued heatedly for a few moments before Meleagan seemed to relent.

Meleagan yelled out to his people and suddenly there was utter silence as they looked at him. He said something and there were several hearty laughs, no doubt at our expense. Meleagan's voice became more serious this time as he spoke. Their expressions became more somber at ever syllable. He turned back to us.

"My father says that your men will not want you back if you are defiled. So for now, you do not need to fear my men. This does not mean that if you try to escape or send a message out that you will be go without punishment. I'll have all of you flogged for such an act." He said simply as if he were used to doling out such punishments. I looked at the father who was examining us with a guarded expression. What he had told his son was not true. Arthur would pay all the ransom he could muster whether we had been touched or not. Was this man just assuming, or had he known? Meleagan motioned to a man standing nearby. The fair-haired man stepped forward and waited expectantly. Meleagan spoke sharply to him and the man nodded. He turned to the men who stood at our backs, and they hauled us to our feet.

We were led to a vulgar looking hovel positioned near the stone wall. It was no more than a wooden shack with a poorly thatched room. It had been planted in a slight hole so that it was almost like pit. This was to be our dungeon. The door was opened and we were shoved in. The man began to shut the door and I watched as the light that had poured in through the opening disappeared in the direction of the door, abandoning us to the darkness. I turned around and looked at my companions' faces that glowed in the faint light that wafted down through the imperfections in the thatched roof. I knew that this deal was not going to happen as Meleagan planned.


Please don't hunt me down and kill me. Anyways, I might not be able to update for a week. I'm hoping I will be able to update before then so I will try! Review please.