"How is she?" Lancelot asked when Dagonet finally emerged from the tent. "Its Lillian isn't it?" his voice filled with a mix of emotion. He waited while Dagonet threw out the bloodied water and sat down beside them. Grabbing a plate he started to adorn it with food.

"Her wounds will heal in time. There is no infection as of yet but she should be okay." Dagonet answered quietly. His troubling thoughts showing through his eyes. " I mentioned several of our names and nothing. No sign of recognition. Nothing. Its as though everything about her life has been swept from her mind. Atleast the part concerning us."

"You're saying she doesnt remember any of us. Nothing at all?" Galahad asked looking at him with sullen eyes. Dagonet nodded sadly.

"She led the group that attacked us. She made it clear she wanted us dead." Dagonet said looking to the tent.

"Impossible. Lillian hates Saxons. She wouldn't fight, let alone lead an army of them and against us." Bors said, his hand signaling to the tent. "Shes our blood."

"She doesnt know that." Dagonet said filling the plate. "If the woman we know as Lillian lay in that tent then something is wrong with her, if not, then it is just a Saxon who looks like her. Either way the woman we knew as Lillian is not here. Not anymore atleast."

"That is Lillian. I know it. I can feel it in my heart that is she." Lancelot said rising. Walking a few paces he stared at the shelter that housed her.

"She meant to kill you Lancelot. She said so herself." Dagonet spoke, part of him wanting to believe that the woman was Lillian and wondering what trully happened that day eight year ago.

"Lillian would not have killed me and you know that." Lancelot shot back not wanting to believe the woman he loved would cause him harm.

"No, Lillian wouldn't. But that woman in there, she's..."

"Lucky to be alive after Tristan shot at her." Lancelot spoke harshly walking over to the Knight in question. "If you wouldn't have shot her..."

"You would have had a sword embedded in you." Gawain spoke placing himself between the two. "If what Dagonet says is true, if it is, then she would have killed any of us. The fact is we dont know what she's thinking right now."

"Regardless of her intent or identity, something is not right here." Arthur said finally speaking. Rising he walked next to a tree and rested himself upon it, eyes transfixed on the tent. "Dagonet and Gawain are right. We do not know what she has been through or how long she has been in the Saxon hands. We take no chances tonight. We shall take watch as usual but arm yourselves. Be ready for anything."

"You dont think she would attempt to attack us in the night do you, and injured no less." Bors asked.

"I dont know what to think when it comes to her. Just hours ago we thought Lillian to be dead by Saxon hands, now she may be alive and in that tent. For all we know she may just be a woman who looks like Lillian. All I know is if you take an injured animal and enclose it, if it fears for its life it will do just about anything to get free." Arthur answered sadly. "Let her rest for the night, we will talk to her in the morning as we ride."

"Do you intend to keep her prisoner?" Galahad asked, his youthful face questioning his commanders request.

"We cannot risk her warning other Saxons and leading them to us. Once we are safely at Hadrians Wall she will be free to leave. So I guess, if that how you see it, then yes." Arthur answered returning to the fire.

"I dont know Arthur. There is something about the way she acted when I was in there," Dagonet said walking to Arthurs side. "on some level she is afraid of them. She is afraid to fail them but I believe she also afraid to be with them. What ever they did to her, it worked. She fears them. She jerks when a hand comes to touch her. Her eyes are always watching as if waiting for something to happen. By keeping her prisoner we only give her more reason not to trust us."

"Let her rest. We will take this one day at a time. All of you keep a quiet eye. Be ready for anything." Arthur answered looking to each of his knights. Eyes finally landing on Lancelot. "We take no chances."

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She watched from afar as the debate drew itself out. Not sure what was said she saw several of the men rise and confront one another. One of which was the man with the two blades. Lancelot the taller man had called him. 'Probably cursing the man for not killing her with his shot.' she thought to herself. The Roman stood against a tree, staring over at her. Although she was hidden behind the clothe of the tent she felt is eyes peering at her. She returned to her position in the corner when she saw Dagonet returning. Hands full.

"Here." He said entering the tent and laying the food near her. "Its not much but it will help give you strength." She took the offering greedily and was about to eat when she noticed the Sarmatian staring. Then a thought crossed her mind, what if the food had been poisened. Meant to kill her. She glanced a suspicious stare to the plate of food and to the Knight before her.

As though reading her mind Dagonet grabbed a bit of the food that lined the plate he took a bite. "It is safe." Next he took a sip of the drink he had offered hoping to ease her suspicions.

Taking the plate into her hands she grabbed the bread and ate. The food settled the disturbance in her stomach. Looking up she saw the man still sitting by her. "Thank you." she whispered unsure of what was to happen. Was this a trick to get her to talk. Give her food then deprive her of it. She didnt know.

"Get some rest." Dagonet spoke. "I will not let anyone hurt you. None of us will." His mind wondered back to his childhood days. He had always been big for his age which worked out to his advantage when it came to his chores and rough housing with other boys. The girls got frightened when he would go near. All but Lillian. He remembered when she first came up to him. He expected a harsh word but he found kindness. She became his friend. Much like the sister that he had lost years before they met and he watched over her like the brother she never had. He had promised to watch over her and protect her and now her she is, if it is indeed her, broken on the inside and bruised on the outside. He had failed her. He found her watching him and decided to leave her in peace. "Sleep well."

"Kendra." She answered aloud as the knight started to leave. "The Saxons call me Kendra."

The man turned around his eyes searching her. "And before then?" He asked watching as the woman hung her head.

"Sleep well Kendra." Dagonet spoke gently bowing while he left her.

Once the flap was closed she drank and ate all she was given and drowsiness began to take her once more.