"Dagonet!"

Over the sound of arrows and screaming men the knights had heard her scream his name. Lancelot watched on as she ran over the ice towards Dagonet. He watched as the Saxons aimed for their new target as she ran. He let loose his arrows hitting every mark as fast as he could trying to buy Kendra enough time to reach Dagonet. In one last mighty hit Dagonet had broken the ice and caused a rift between the two parties. He saw Arthur and Bors run to their aid as Dagonet fell into the icy water. He saw her look up as she tried to hold Dagonet afloat before the ice gave way beneath her as well.

"NO!" Lancelot shouted as she vanished beneath the surface.

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Struggling for air against the chill of the water Kendra made her way to the surface. She saw Arthur pull Dagonet from the water, arrows still in his flesh. Bors came up from behind deflecting his arrows with his shield.

"Come on." Arthur shouted reaching for her hand.

"Take him I will be behind you." she said back. Her teeth chattering as she tried to pull herself from the water. As the two men pulled their fallen Knight away she felt herself being pulled once more into the cold water. Frantically she sought for a hold to grab onto but soon found herself slipping and taking one last breath of air she met the frigid water once more.

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He felt a wave of relief when he saw her emerge from the water. Arthur and Bors had already pulled Dagonet from the water and were returning. And as quickly as he saw her she was taken from his sight again. Seeing the hands of a Saxon grabbing her down into the depths of the cold water. Dropping his gear Lancelot ran across the ice passing Arthur and Bors along the way. Falling to the ground beside the gap he thrust his arm into the freezing water.

"No, not again!" he shouted defiantly to the wind that blew against him and the water below.

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Struggling against the arms that pulled her down she sunk lower and lower into the abyss below. Even in the coldness of the water the arms held her firmly. Above the light from the hole in the ice grew dimmer and distant as the water stung her eyes. Desperately she tried to reach the small dagger in her boot. Galahads knife. Her finger grazed its handle as she struggled to reach. Farthur and farther down they fell and with every moment her hand came closer to reaching the blade. Grasping the handle she struck the man in the thigh. In pain the man released her and fell from sight. As quickly as she could Kendra raced for the surface.

Reaching her hand up she felt anothers and held on. The cold air was welcoming as she was finally able to breathe once more.

'Are you all right?" a voice asked holding her close. Shivering she opened her eyes and saw him before her.

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Grabbing what he hoped to be her hand Lancelot pulled hard. Her skin was cold to the touch and her lips were a light blue as he pulled her out of the water and away from the still cracking ice.

"Come on" he whispered wiping the hair from her face. "Dont do this to me. Not again." Holding her close he carried her from the ice. Slowly she bagan to stir in his arms and a sigh of relief escaped him. Setting he down gently he still held her close. "Are you all right?" he said as she started to wake.

As her eyes adjusted she watched as the small boy with the dark hair disappeared and the Knight took his place.

"Lancelot." she whispered as her eyes looked him over. A smile crept to his face when he heard her speak. "Dagonet, wheres Dagonet?" she asked. Her teeth still chattering.

Turning around Lancelot found him on the ice with the others over head. Helping her to her feet they made their way to the fallen knight.

"Dagonet! Stay with me! Dagonet! Stay with me!" Bors cried out to his fallen friend. Holding his head he urged him to fight the pulling of death.

The others hang their heads as Dagonet closes his eyes and ceased to move. Knealing beside the fallen Knight she laid a hand on his chest. Her eyes surveyed his wounds. Ever so slowly she saw the arrows rise and lower. An unexplained joy struck her.

"Get him off the ice!" She said urgently. "Hurry!"

"He's dead." Bors said quietly to himself, the tears he fought now brimmed his eyes.

"But he's not dead!" She said excitedly. "But he will be if we dont act fast. We need to get him off the ice and warm him quickly."

"We all want him to be alive but..." Lancelot said.

"Then trust me on this. Please." Kendra asked looking to those around her. "Please."

Her eyes landed last on Arthurs. In his eyes she saw a small flicker of hope. "Do as she says, move him off the ice. Wrap him in spare blankets to warm him."

Immediatly the Knights set off carring Dagonet in their arms. Looking across the ice once more she saw Cynric and what remained of his band starting to retreat. Cynric locked eyes with her. Anger rose in his eyes as he looked upon her.

"Here." Lancelot said wrapping his cloak about her in an effort to warm her. He saw her eyes look past him. Turning Lancelot looked across the ice at the leader of the the Saxons that had attacked and saw the look of anger on his face. Looking to Kendra she saw the fear in her eyes as she stared on at her former commander. "Come on. We should go." he said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and leading her from the ice covered lake.

"It would appear you are all stuck with me now." she said softly looking up into his eyes.

"I think we can manage." he responded. A small grin lit up his face.