The commotion woke her from her sleep. Looking around she saw Marius holding the small child Dagonet had helped to rescue from his dungeon. Lucan was his name.

"Kill him now!" Marius shouted holding a knife to the small boys throat tempting Dagonet to try something. Walking closer she saw the look of fear in the boys eyes and the look of helplessness in Dagonets.

"You are quite brave to take on a child." Kendra said drawing the Romans attention. He looked at her in anger.

"You would be wise to keep your mouth shut Saxon whore. Yes I have heard with whom you fought with." Marius shouted at her. "And do not worry when I am done with the child my men will deal with you as only they know how." An evil grinned struck his face as he spoke.

She was quite sure he was about to slit the boys throat when an arrow was let loose hitting him in the chest killing him. Everyone looked for the one who shot the fatal arrow when Guinevere came forth with another arrow at the ready. Immediatly Lucan ran to Dagonet only to be pushed aside for his safety. Behind the woad came Lancelot and Arthur both armed and ready for a fight. Dagonet grabbed his own weapon just waiting to use it.

"Your hands seem to be better." Lancelot said to Guinevere but she paid no attention to the Knight beside her. Instead she let loose another arrow as a warning to the rest of Marius' men.

Out of the woods emerged Bors on his horse, obviously he had heard the trouble judging by the pace at which he came. "Artorius! Do we have a problem?" he asked.

"You have a choice," Arthur said drawing everyone's attention. "You will help or you die."

'You will fight or you will die.' Cynrics similiar threat echoed in her mind.

"Put down your weapons. Do it now!" the lead of Maius' men shouted to his men. The fear evident in his voice.

Kendra watched as the men dropped their weapons as fast as they could only to have them picked up by a man Arthur called Jols. She turned back to the body of Marius and her eyes lifted to meet that of his son. She did not see Tristans arrival.

"Armor piercing. They're close, we have no time." The Knight said. His words caught her ear and drew her attention to Arthur and the others that huddled around.

"Ride ahead." Arthur told him. As soon as the words left his mouth the mounted Knight was gone.

With the crossbow in hand Arthur approached her.

"Armor piercing. Saxons are carring armor piercing weaponry and you did not tell me." Arthur demanded throwing the device at her feet.

She looked into the eyes of the Roman before her. Not sure of what to say she looked past him to the Knights behind. She locked eyes with all before returning her gaze to Arthur. With out speaking a word she turned to leave but was stopped short by the firm grip of the Romans hand on her wrist forcing her to twist back around. The force at which he held her cause her to sink to the ground on bended knee.

"Do not turn from me when I talk to you" he said sternly as he looked into her eyes. Her hand went to the one that bound her attempting to pry herself free of his grip. "My mens lives are at stake!"

"And why should I care!" Kendra shouted back her voice waivering for inspite of it all she felt fear. "What do you wanna do, hit me? I see it in your eyes. The same look Cynric would have before he struck." She reponded harshly. "Perhaps you and he are not so different after all."

"Arthur!" Lancelot spoke coming from behind. "Let her go."

"I will deal with you at the wall." he said releasing her. Turning around he told the others to prepare.

"I am not one of your men Arthur. You cant order me around." she called after him bitterly.

He heard her words but did not stop.

"Are you all right?" Lancelot said drawing her eyes to him. Reaching down he attempted to look ar her wrist only to have her pull away from his touch.

"I dont need your pity or your help." she said bluntly before walking away. Her hand massaged the wrist that Arthur had held. She watched as the others set to packing the supplies and preparing to leave. Part of her wanted to go and apologize to Arthur for the things she had said. She had also wanted to talk to Lancelot about the way she had acted when he had only tried to help but the other part of her, the part that was untrusting fought not to.

The large caravan began to make its way once more towards Hadrians Wall. Kendra remained close to the end of the line not wanting to face the others. Forcing herself forward she made her way to Lancelots side.

"I'm sorry." she said quietly not looking at him. Instead she kept her eyes focusing straight ahead.

"For what?" he asked sincerely. His voice was soft and welcoming to her ears.

"You only tried to help me and I was rude." she said turning her gaze to him. "I am not used to being shown kindness. I am sorry if I offended you."

"No need for apologies my' Lady." he answered. He smiled at her and all she could do was manage a small one in return.

"Thank you." she said softly. Her eyes still locked with his.

"For what?" he asked taking a quick look forward before returning his gaze to hers.

"For trying to help me." she said placing a hand on his shoulder. Her movement caught her offguard and she quickly removed her hand. "And for not killing me several days ago." she said in an effort to hide the embarrassment that she could feel showing on her face.

"Tis my pleasure my' lady." He responded with a mock bow in an effort to ease her. She lowered her head as she started to laugh at the sight. She placed a hand to her mouth in an effort to keep her laughter down but eventually she gave in. Looking back to the dark Knight she smiled.