Finals are OVER:D Anyways, now that my finals are over, I will try and post a new chapter ever day or two. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried to rewrite it several times and this was the best of them. I would like to send my thanks and appreciation to all who R&R. Again I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think and I will try and post again soon.

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The wind swept around him as he continued to walk around the grounds, leaving her behind. Not glancing back he could only imagine the look on her face as he walked away from her. Fearing what he may say he had to leave. The frustration of their situation was constantly building on his heart and being near her right now would only add to it. Looking from side to side Lancelot saw couples huddled together sleeping. For a brief moment the thought crossed his mind that he and Lillian may never have that again, not if she didnt remember.

"You look troubled young Knight." her voice came from the trees beside him. Looking he saw the woman to be none other than Marius' widow, Fulicinia. "Is everything all right?" she asked approaching. Her steps barely made a sound on the ground.

"Fine M'Lady." Lancelot said bowing slightly before her. "I am sorry for your loss." Lancelot added after a moments silence as he remembered the sight of Guinevere's arrow protruding from his chest.

"Thank you." she said softly. Lowering her head for only a moment. "You know...Marius wasnt always like that. He was a kinder man. He had his moments like all people do. But there was a time when he was loving and caring, unfortunately, time can change people. Depending on the person or even the situation, sometimes it is for the better, sometimes for the worse. Like your young woman friend. Lillian if I am not mistaken."

Her words caught him slightly off his guard.

"I am guessing that she has not always been like she is now." Fulicinia added. The look on Lancelots face was answer enough. "Come let us walk as we talk Sir Knight." she said. Side by side the two figures continued down the path Lancelot had started.

"You are right, she was never like she is now. She never kept things from me." Lancelot announced the frustration in his voice evident.

"And that bothers you." Fulicinia said.

"Yes! How am I supposed to help her if she wont talk to me." Lancelot raged. He couldnt believe he was spilling all of this to her. Although part of him felt relieved.

"Sometimes talking helps but, just the knowing helps even more." Fulucinia responded the wind blowing her hair slightly around her face.

"Knowing what?." Lancelot asked..

"Knowing that you are there should she find the need to talk. That you love her. That probably helps her more than you know." Fulicinia spoke slighty annoyed with the knights response. "Do you love her Lancelot?" the woman asked. Although her face was still that of a fairly young and beautiful woman, her eyes showed her age and her wisdom.

"Yes. Though sometimes I wonder if that will be enough." Lancelot admitted. The latter words left a distaste in his mouth as he said them. A glimpse of Lillian filled his mind then quickly disppeared.

"Well you will never know unless you stick it through to the end. It will not be easy, even for a Sarmatian Knight such as yourself. Then again life is rarely easy for any of us. There will be times that will test you feelings for her, that you wonder why you are still there, but, as long as there is the smallest chance that she can become even remotely like the woman you remember, it will be worth it in the end. If you are willing to be patient. If you love her enough." Fulicinia said sadly as she thought back on the young mans situation though her words were full of faith in what she spoke. "I should return to my son." she said quietly bowing her head to Lancelot. "I wish you the best of luck Sir Knight."

He watched her walk away until she vanished from his sight. Looking around he finally realised that he had finished walking the grounds. Making his way back to the center of the campsite he stopped just short of the carriage. Part of him wanted to leave but yet another wanted him to enter. To see if she was inside. Listening to the voice of the latter he pulled aside the curtain that hung over its opening. Stepping up he peered into the darkness of the carriage. In the dimness he managed to make out the bodies of a small child, Dagonet and two others. Guinevere and Lillian. One of the bodies rolled over revealing the face of the young woad woman. The trace light from the moon above cast seeped into the carriage drawing his shadow on the far wall. For some reason the knight froze in his steps. 'What do I say to her? I treated her cruelly only moments ago, she probably wouldnt even want to see let alone talk to me.' He wanted his legs to move but the remained glued where he stood. His deep dark eyes looked to the small frame in the far corner that he thought to be hers and, in a pain of guilt, he took a step down and let the drape fall back into place, seperating him from the figures within the carriage. Pausing for a moment Lancelot turned around leaving the carriage behind him.

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His tone voice as he spoke had seemed bitter and underlying with the emotions he was trying to keep in check. She had wanted to tell him, some part of her wanted to open her mouth and tell him everything. But, she didnt. Years of holding her tongue was a hard thing to break, especially since it is all you remember. She watched him march on and for reasons she didnt understand Lillian felt a deep sadness come over her. A gust of wind caught her hair and lifted it into the air. With one of her hands she brushed the flying air back behind her ears. Turning away she returned to the carriage. She had wanted to lash out at him for being so persistant but she held her tongue instead. Another thing she had learned from being a Saxon. But she wasnt a Saxon, no, she may have lived among them but she wasnt one, she was a Sarmatian like he was yet she couldnt shake away the lessons she had learned from living with Saxon men, from Cynric.

She hoped Dagonet had fallen to sleep when she returned, she didnt want to talk to anyone about anything right now. Opening the curtains she peered inside, no movement came from any who were housed within its makeshift walls. Slowly she made her way back to the corner that she had occupied earlier.

"If anyone can hear me, I could use a little help here. Anything. A point in the right direction, some clue as to what I should do." Lillian said quietly as not to wake the others. 'Help me to remember who I am.' she pleaded.

She knew she was tired, but Lillian also knew she wouldnt be able to fall asleep, not now anyways. Still she closed her eyes, apparently she tiredness that she felt in her body was greater then she had thought. She wasnt sure how much time had passed from when she entered to the time that she reopened her eyes but the sense of someones eyes looking over her caused her to stir awake. Looking up she saw a shadow of a man outlining the wall before her. By the time she turned around to see who was there, the one who stood there was now gone. Rising she made her way back to the entrance of the carriage, hesitating she gently pulled the curtain aside. In the distance she saw a man walking from her with two swords drapped on his back.

'Lancelot.' she thought to herself as the figure started to disappear into the night. She thought to chase after him, to talk to him but she closed the curtain gently.

Sitting down she looked up, to the sky beyond the roof of the carriage, past the cloths that abscured her veiw to the stars that still lined the sky.