Okay everyone, heres the new chapter. I thought about how I was going to approach this one for a while before I actually wrote it so I hope you like it. Keep up the R&R everyone.

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Making her way to a corner of the carriage she hung her head in her hands and let the incident replay itself. "I have to be mistaken. They would have told me had they known me. Wouldn't they." She said softly to herself as she peered out through a small gap in the wagon to the outside world. "It has to be."

"Be what?" Guinevere asked entering the small carriage. Looking down on Kendra she saw a change in her demeanor. Her eyes looked heavy with worry and doubt.

"Nothing." Kendra responded suprised to see her.

"Well for being nothing it really bothers you. Is everything okay? If its Dagonet he will be all right." Guinevere said sitting down next to her.

"I said its nothing!" Kendra shouted rising. "Why are people always asking me that. If something was bothering me I would tell you!" she said storming out of the carriage into the cold of the night. She had not intended to snap at Guinevere the way she did, but she needed a moments piece to think.

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"Have any of you seen Kendra?" Guinevere asked several of the knights that had gathered around the fire. She was not quite sure how long it had been since she had last seen her, when she stormed from the carriage. She had left to find Kendra and to apologize for intruding but the woman was no where to be found.

"I thought I saw her go into the wagon." Galahad murmured, his eyes closed as he basked in the warmth of the fire before him.

"She did. I think I upset her. She took off." Guinevere spoke looking around the group for signs of the elusive woman. The men looked at one another with worry. Across her on the other side of the fire Dagonet stirred.

"What did you tell her before she went off?" Arthur asked looking from Dagonet to her.

"I asked her what was wrong. She looked like something disturbing had just happened to her and I thought I could help her. Instead she ran off." Guinevere answered looking the Roman straight in the eye.

Arthur rose and looked around the camp. The sleeping bodies of the serfs they had saved from Marius were huddled all around.

"Perhaps Lancelot has seen her. After all they have been hanging around with one another a lot over the past few days." Tristan commented.

"At that rate they will be back together again in no time." Bors said taking a drink. Guinevere watched as the others looked at him in suprise and she watched as Galahad struck him in the arm.

"What was that for." Bors cried out in retaliation to the attack.

"What do you mean 'together again'." Guinevere asked. Her voice filled with suprise at the mans words. Finally realizing what he had done Bors took another long drink to aviod answering her question. Looking around the fire she watched as all the knights and Arthur avoided her gaze. "You know her, dont you. All of you." Guinevere said accusingly. "And Lancelot, he...he's..."

"I'm what?" Lancelot said emerging from the shadows. Oblivious to what has just taken place, he sat down next to Bors and grabbed the cup from his hand.

"You loved her, and you still do dont you?" she asked recieving a suprised look from the dark eyed knight. "It all makes sense now. Why you all spared her life. And why you are always looking at her from the corner of your eye." she snapped. "You have been lying to her, all of you."

Lancelot looked to Guinevere in awe at what had just happened. She knew. "We didnt lie to her. We just didnt tell her." Lancelot spoke as he looked around for any who might hear them.

"You decieved her." Guinevere shouted in frustration.

"We didnt decieve her. We didnt want to hurt her. We were going to tell her when we reached Hadrians Wall." Lancelot interviened stepping forth as he spoke.

"Tell her what, that you all knew who she was the entire time. That even though you knew what she went through with the Saxon you didnt want hurt her. Dont you think she will be hurt when she discovers that all of you lied to her. Her dear friends and you, you the man who claims he loves her so." Guinevere said her voice filled with sadness for Kendra and a touch of anger towards the men before her.

"We didnt think she would believe us. We thought it best to wait until we reached the wall. At least there we could prevent her from doing anything she may regret." Athur interviened taking his place beside Lancelot.

"I appreciate your aiding me and the others but, in this instance, you Arthur, and your Knights are worse than the Saxons." Guinevere said staring hard into the mans eyes. The Knights jumped at the thought of being compaired to the ruthless Saxons.

"You should mind who your talking to." Bors uttered. "I will be dead before I am compared to a Saxon especially by a woad."

"Who is she, really." Guinevere asked ignoring the knights threat. None answered her at first and the silence around them was ditsturbed only by the sound of the fier crackling between them.

"Her name is Lillian." Lancelot spoke up quietly. Walking to a nearby tree he leaned upon it before looking into the womans eyes. "And yes, I loved her. I still do. She was a Sarmatian Knight like us. Years ago she was recalled back to her post after aiding us at ours for several years. We found a note that her commander had inadvertantly left behind that warned of Saxons in the area. We set out after them but...but when we got to their camp there was smoke and bodies everywhere. Her weapons, her horse, everything that was most dear to her was found. All but her. Saxons do not usually keep their prisoners alive so we thought the worst." Lancelot continued. She watched as all of the Knights seemed to fade from reality to the very day he spoke of. And she saw the sense of failure rise in them.

"You gave up on her." Guinevere interjected, although her voice was soft when she spoke it still stung the hearts of the knights.

"Yes, we did." Lancelot agreed sadly. "We thought her to be dead but if I could go back I would have hunted the Saxons down until I found her."

"But it did and dont you think after all she's been through she should have heard the truth from all of you when you found her and not days later." Guinevere notioned sadly. "It is not my place but if you do not tell her, I will."

"You cant." Lancelot announced rising once more to face Guinevere.

Looking over the knights shoulder she saw a figure move in the dark. "I dont think I have to. You already did." Guinevere announced directing all attention to the silhoutte that lay hidden behind the tree that Lancelot sat against. Emerging from the shadows she stared at them all before landing her gaze upon Lancelot.

"Kendra." Lancelot spoke in suprise.

"I thought it was Lillian." she choked out as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Guinevere is right you know, you are worse then the Saxons. They didnt hide my past from me. They didnt look at me everyday knowing who I really was. Some friends." She cried out softly, her blue eyes piercing his as she spoke. With one last look she ran.