Here you guys go. Another chapter. For those of you that didnt wuite understand why Dagonet apologized, dont worry, I explain it here. I also, for a brief moment introduce Lancelot. What will he do. You will have to read. Thanks again for the reviews and I hope you like the chapter. Hope its okay, I wrote it at around 3 am cause I couldnt sleep. Anyways, please R&R. :)

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She had not slept much that night. Visions plagued her mind relentlessly. GIving up her bodies urging to sleep she woke before most of the others. Outside she heard only the sound of the wind whistling around her enclosure and the crickets humming their tunes. Rolling over she saw Guinevere still laying beside her. Trying not to disturb the sleeping woman next to her she quietly rose and, grabbing some fresh clothes, she made her way to Dagonets side. As carefully as she could she changed the bandages he wore.

"I'm sorry." A quiet, rough voice spoke breaking the silence inside the carriage.

"Excuse me?" Lillian asked. Dagonet's eyes opened to reveal the warm grey orbs underneath, looking up into hers.

"I am sorry for what had been done to you." Dagonet answered. She stared at him dumbfounded, unsure of why the injured man laying before her was apologizing for. He obviously saw the expression on her face so he continued. "I didnt mean to, but I overheard you and Lady Guinevere talking earlier."

Her hands began to tremble and her eyes widened with fear. 'He overheard! Will he tell the others? What will happen then? Please, oh please dont ask me anything.' she thought to herself as she tried hurridly to gather the dirty bandages she had changed so she could leave.

"You must understand, we would never, never hurt you like that." Dagonet spoke his voice shaking as he tried to sit up.

"I know." Lillian whispered. "You should rest Dagonet, you need to gather your strength." Dropping her gaze she rose from her position beside the weakened man. Making her way to the entrance he caught her attention once more.

"They cannot hurt you now. Cynric and the others." Dagonet said watching her go. She froze in her steps as he spoke, at the mention of the Saxons and Cynric. "Not with us around." He added.

Hearing the underlying emotion in his voice she glanced over her shoulder to the Sarmatian behind her. She let his words sink in before nodding in acknowledgement.

"You should rest now. Arthur said we should reach Hadrians Wall today. You will need your strength for the journey." Lillian whispered softly. "Sleep well Dagonet." She added before turning to leave. Opening the entrance to the carriage she stepped out into the chilly early morning.

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The sky, all though it started to pale with the aproaching dawn, was still lined with stars that seemed to stretch on forever. Placing the used bandages aside she inhaled the cold air deeply. The chill in the air stirred through her lungs. Looking around she saw a few others awake and moving around. Stretching her arms high above her head she tried to rid herself of the drowsy feeling that roamed all over her body. She made her way to the center of the encampment, where the knights had huddled hours ago near the roaring fire. The fire was out now, on cool embers remained. She saw the figures of Bors and Tristan lying nearby still sleeping. The others had scattered, where to she couldnt see.

"You are up early." a voice rung over the silence in the air. Turning around she saw Lancelot coming towards her.

"Couldnt sleep." Lillian answered she felt her cheeks blush. Trying to distract him she brushed her loose hair behind her ears. "And why are you up so early Sir Knight?" she asked with a smile.

"Its my turn to keep watch. Even this close to the wall, their are enemies." Lancelot answered returning her grin. 'A smile. How I missed seeing it. Seeing it welcome me when I woke, when I would walk by.' he thought to himself.

"Then I suppose you are making your rounds. I wouldnt want to hold you up." Lillian spoke her eyes meeting his.

"You could join me if you like. I could use the company." Lancelot responded hoping that she would join him.

"I would like that." Lillian accepted. She saw the light in the mans eyes when she answered and falling in line beside him the walked off.

The campground was fairly big and most of the people housed within it still slept. To make time go by the two talked randomly. No one certain subject stayed with them. Before long Lancelot had her laughing with tales of his childhood and his first years with Arthur and once more, in his presence she forgot for a brief moment the troubles in her life. Of the Saxons of Cynric. Unfortunetaly like all good things it came to an end as her laughter died off and Lancelot became quiet. His face now stern with deep thought.

"Lillian, may I ask you something?" he asked, his eyes not looking to her, but instead the faced straight forward giving her no inclination as to what was about to be asked.

"Sure." Lillian answered nervously.

Lancelot froze in place allowing a moment of silence as he contemplated his question. "What happened last night?" Lancelot asked finally bring his dark auburn eyes to hers.

She stared at the man before her, the man who, up until last night had been only a stranger she had just met, and she couldnt answer. She couldnt bring herself to tell him her vision. Her eyes fell from his to the grounds around them and the people that lined it.

"Was it something I did? Said?" Lancelot asked. He wanted her to tell him, he wanted to know what was wrong but there was also a place in his heart dreaded the answer.

"No. No its not you. Its nothing you did or said." she answered hoping that he would not try to delve deeper.

"Then what? Please tell me." Lancelot urged on relentlessly, the tension over the last few days fighting to emerge and with every ounce of his Sarmatian being he tried to subdue it.

"Its nothing really." Lillian pleaded. "Can we talk of something else." Her mind raced with images of Lancelot and Cynric, of the Knights and the Saxons. A hand went to her head in an attempt to sooth the headache that was forming.

"We will but I want to know what frightened you last night. I saw the look in your eyes you were terrified." Lancelot said. "I could help you if you tell me."

"No. You cant." Lillian shouted at him. Her voice cause others to stir awake and look in their direction. "Not right now." she added, quieting her tone.

Turning around she breathed deeply trying to calm herself. "Please...I do not wish to talk of why I ran or what happened. Atleast not now." Facing Lancelot she saw him hang his head in momentary defeat. "I will tell you soon enough, but I cant right now. Please, you must understand ...I want to tell you, I do. But there are things that I have experienced that are difficult to comprehend let alone explain. I promise, I will tell you in time." she pleaded with him once more.

Sighing he looked to her eyes. "Very well." he answered as he turned to finish he search of the grounds. She started to follow when he turned around. "I will be fine on my own. You should return to bed." Lancelot said, this time he left her alone with her thoughts as he went off to sort out his.

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I thought I might let Lancelots frustration with his current situation start to catch up with him. Hope you enjoy how I approached it.