For a moment Lancelot forgot about the others, the Saxons, woads and of his impending freedom. All that was there was her and him and the moment of time that he stole the kiss from her. His heart punded in his chest as he pulled her closer to him, deepening their kiss. For a brief moment things faded away and the sadness of the world didnt matter.

Without warning he felt her push him hard against the chest, breaking their intimate embrace. Opening his eyes he saw the fear in hers, the panic.

"Lillian whats wrong?" he asked her. He reached an arm out trying to get her to calm down and to return to the momentary peace that they had found with each other. 'Why is she acting like this?' the question filled his mind as he struggled to understand what had happened.

He watched on as she gathered the cloak he had given her. "I'm sorry. I cant do this...I cant...I'm sorry." she spoke softly as she started to back away from him. Turning she walked away, as he followed her pace quickened.

"Lillian wait! Whats the matter?" he called after her as he quickened his own pace to match hers. But in the denseness of the trees her smaller frame helped her to move swiftly. Losing sight of her Lancelot hoped she had made her way to the camp. Racing as quickly as he could Lancelot headed back to the campsite, the flames from the small fire guiding his path.

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"Is she here?" Lancelot asked as he emerged from the shadows. Everyones eyes were transfixed on the wagon until he spoke up.

"Yeah shes here." Bors answered, pointing to the wagon. "Went straight to the carriage. Think your losing your touch Lancelot. The ladies used to run to you, now their running from ya." He chuckled to himself.

"What happened out there?" Arthur asked looking to Bors in an effort to quiet the loud Knight.

"Nothing. We talked. I thought I got through to her. She even agreed to come back." Lancelot said looking to the carriage. "Everything was going well until..." His voice dropped off in an effort to keep what had happened a secret but, it was to late, all eyes were on him now and all were waiting to hear what had taken place.

"Until what?" Guinevere asked drawing the Knights attention. Her voice clearly laced with curiousity as she stepped closer, causing the firelight to wash her face with an orange.

Nervousness krept upon the dark haired knight as he played what had happened through his mind. Both of his hands ran through his hair as he neared the fire. "I... kissed her." he said. A small hint of a smile grew upon his face as he remembered the touch of her lips on his. The smile soon dimmed as he saw the look on Arthurs face.

"You kissed her!" Guinevere said. Her voice raised with the shock of the new situation. 'That could explain why she went to the cover of the carriage in such a hurry. Something must have happened.' she thought to herself.

"Yes I kissed her." Lancelot said aloud catching the woad off guard.

"We were supposed to take it slowly with her Lancelot. You rush to quickly she could run you know that." Arthur said a hint of frustration at his first knights actions hit his voice. "You could lose her again is that what you want."

"No! You know that." Lancelot's voice rose at the accusation. Turning to face his commanding officer his eyes locked to his.

"Then what were you thinking?" Arthur asked in the tone more like a commander then a friend.

"I wasnt!" Lancelot responded. "I was..."

"Speak a little louder I dont think she can hear you quite yet." Bors said attempting to calm the tension between the duo. Breathing deep Lancelot sought to gain control of his emotions and took a seat next to Bors. His eyes flew to the carriage which housed Lillian not so far away. Looking down to to his hands he clenched them together. Just moment before they held her close like he used to now they hold the empty air.

"You dont know what its like Arthur... to look at her... to 'see' her and to fear touching her or holding her the way I used to for fear of losing her again. To look at her and see that she doesnt 'see' me, atleast not the way she used to." Lancelot said sadly looking into the flames before him. "I spent eight years believing that I would never get another chance to be with her in this world and now she's here, and for one brief moment out there in those woods I felt like I used to when she was with us at Hadrians Wall." Lancelot added the fire casting an orange red hue on his face which, all though it tried, could not hide the look of longing in his eyes. "I didnt feel so alone."

"Do not believe you are the only one who mourned for her or that you are not the only one that wishes to have her back the way she was, we all do my friend." Arthur said. His voice now that of a sympathetic and understanding friend and not that of a Roman commander commanding his knights obedience. "You are right, I do not understand what it is like to be in your postition, and I hope the time never comes but, if I could do something to bring her back to us I would. She is family to us all Lancelot, do not believe you are alone in this struggle. But dont forget, you remember what the two of you had, all of us do, but she doesnt. This is all new to her. Take it easy with her or you may frighten her away my friend." Arthur said quietly as he reached out to the knights shoulder. "You have waited eight years just to see her and now she is here, wait a little longer and she will 'be' here."

Looking into Arthurs eyes Lancelot saw the hope the man before him bore and on some level that comforted him but it still could not dull the pain in his heart for Lillian. Arthur was right, he waited eight years he could wait a little longer, for her sake.

The knights did not see Guinevere take her leave and they did not see her enter the carriage that Lillian had taken shelter in. Letting the curtains fall behind her Guinevere stopped the light from the fire from entering and in the far corner of the carriage she saw her small frame huddled in the dark.