For those who have waited for her to remember...here is a tiny taste. Hope you enjoy the chapter. And I thought the previous two were hard to write this one got me stuck. And for those who didnt want Dagonet to die, you are in luck, neither did I. That part always made me sad so tada HE LIVES! Anyways hopefully you like it. Thank you to those who read and review. It is greatly appreciated. Keep it up. : )

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"Will he make it?" Arthur asked sitting across from her. Kendra had joined Dagonet in the caravan and with Guinevere and Fulicinia they tended to his injuries. Wiping away the blood she tossed the clothe aside and retrieved a dry one to bandage the wound.

"I dont know Arthur. He's a fighter I give him that, but he needs to rest and regain his strength." She said putting the bandage in place. Pulling the blankets tighter around him she ran a hand over his head. He had risked his life to save them all and now she felt helpless to save him.

"We are little more than a day from Hadrians Wall. Once we are there he will be well taken care of." Arthur said his eyes bearing down onto his injured Knight. "I have sent Tristan ahead. We will ride on as far as we can before we rest for the night."

"The sooner the better." She advised. "A night near a fire should help him." With a nod Arthur acknowledged her request.

"As soon as we reach a safe area we will camp." Arthur said rising to leave.

"Arthur." she whispered catching his attention before he left through the entrance of the carriage. Turning around he looked at her. Her eyes did not meet his at first but instead looked to the floor between them. "I am sorry I did not tell you about the weapons Cynric and the others carried. And now... now you may lose one of your men." Looking up she finally met his gaze. In his eyes he saw compassion and not the anger she thought she would see.

"You may have known of their weapons, but it was not your fault for what has happened to Dagonet. I have no doubt he would have done the same thing had he known or not. The only difference was that you were there to keep him afloat long enough for us to reach him. You came back and you helped my men and for that I am in your debt." Arthur stated looking at the woman before him meaning every word. "I am the one that owes you an apology. I should not have treated you the way I did. We shall dicuss it more at Hadrians Wall if you like. I will be back shortly to look in on him again." The flap covering the carriage bellowed momentarily in the wind as he left.

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The light outside slowly began to fade and after what seemed like hours the group had found a place to settle for the night. Ever carefully Arthur, Lancelot and Bors carried Dagonet from the carriage a laid him close to the fire. Kendra had gathered all spare blankets and wrapped him tightly in them. His condition had improved slightly over the day, his color had begun to return and his injuries had slowed their bleeding but he was still very weak and he had not woke at all throughout the day. Fulicinia had agreed to tend to the fallen man while the others rested. Kendra had not seen where Guinevere had gone to and nor did she care at the moment. Her thoughts trailed elsewhere. At last finding a moment to herself Kendra thought about what had happened. Her mind went back to the moments before the ice and to the vision she had seen. To the children across the ice.

'Who are you?" she thought to herself as she saw their faces once more. Pulling Lancelot's cloak around her tighter she made her way through the small encampment they had made.

Standing against a tree Lancelot looked out at the trees around them. He had not heard her approach until she stood next to him.

"I wanted to thank you." she said quietly staring out into the darkness of the woods. "You saved my life out there."

"Always glad to help My'Lady." he answered looking at her. The light from the moon that pased through the trees paled her skin and gave it a soft glow.

Feeling his stare she turned to face him. "Here, this is yours." she said nervously as she removed his cloak. Holding it out he took it from her. The chill of the air caused her to shiver slighty although it had been enough for the Knight to see.

"You will need this more than I do." he said drapping it over her body. For a moment he paused to look at her. Her eyes met his before looking away.

"What is this?" she asked bring her hand to his armor. Looking down he saw what drew her attention. "Its beautiful." she said as she fingered the small symbol the medalion bore.

"It belonged to someone very dear to me." he answered softly. He watched as she held the small crest in her hands.

"A woman?" she asked looking up to him. Reaching up he gently grabbed the necklace from her hands and placed back under his armor. "I am sorry. I shouldnt pry."

"Do not be sorry. Yes it was a woman. Our 'duties' to Rome seperated us long ago. She gave me this before she left." he answered looking into her eyes hoping it would jog any memory of him or the others.

"And what became of her. This woman that you love." Kendra asked placing herself against the tree beside him .

He looked to the ground before him. 'How do I answer you. Do I tell you the truth, would you run, would you believe me?' Silence stood between them as he thought. "I dont know. She's out there, somewhere." he said flatly looking to the surroundings.

"I hope you find her Lancelot." Kendra said placing a hand on his arm causing him to bring his look to her. "I really do." Staring at the man beside her she couldnt help but feel sorry for him. In his deep aurburn eyes he could see the pain that they held at bay from those around. The wind stirred up causing both of their hairs to whip around. Clearing her eyes from the veil of her hair she looked back to him. As the wind ravaged his hair about a glimpse of the small dark haired child came to her mind and blended with that of the man before her. Staring at him silently she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. 'Same eyes, same hair. Could he be the boy from the ice.' she questioned herself.

"Whats the matter?" Lancelot asked seeing the look upon her face change.

"May I ask you something?" she asked looking to the ground not wanting him to see the fear in her eyes.

"Very well." He answered confusion lay on his curled brow as his eyes watched her movement.

"Tell me, your home land, does it snow there?" she questioned directly. "Guinevere had told me that you spoke to her of it, of the hills and the sky, but she never mentioned snow."

"As a matter of fact it does. Quite often during the colder month." Lancelot said laughing at the way she reacted to such a simple question.

"And is their a lake, or a river, a body of water of some sort." she asked her voice far away.

"Well actually there is. it a small lake near were I lived. The others and I would go to it when it would snow and it would ice over. We would see who would be brave enough to cross it." Lancelot said remembering his childhood days with the others.

"Will you excuse me." Kendra said leaving the Knight standing alone. Hurridly she made her way back to the carriage. Once inside she fell to her knees.