Here's another chapter, hope you like it. There's a little OOC for Dagonet just to let you know. As for finals, I passed:D Anyways, I hope you enjoy this addition and please review if you can. Hope you all havea great day.

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The sky was now alive with the sound of birds and the rays from the rising sun beat down upon the traveling group. The group had gotten an early start and would reach the wall in a few hours. Lillian rode along side the carriage with Dagonet at her side. She had told him to rest but he wanted to be out in the open air, to feel that he was of some use. Reluctantly she agreed and had been able to persuade Arthur to let him ride. The condition was that she was not to leave his side and if at any moment he felt weak he was to return to the carriage. But he didnt, they have been riding for a while and he still held strong. She watched as the young child Lucian sat just with in arms reach of his rescuer. Happy to see the knight moving again.

Turning from the scene beside her she looked to the lead of the group. Like usual Arthur sent Tristan ahead leaving the others behind. Beside him she saw Lancelot. She had tried to talk to before the group started to move out but she couldnt find him. Now there he was, a few yards before her but she didnt dare to move to him.

Noticing the silence beside him Dagonet looked to Lillian. His eyes followed her stare and were laid upon the figure of Lancelot.

"Lillian?" Dagonet said causing her to break her gaze on the dark haired knight.

"Dagonet, may I ask you something?" She asked looking to the man next to her, even on horse back he was large in comparison to her but the softness in his eyes decieved his outward appearance.

"Of course." He responded his eyes studing the look on her face.

"About Lancelot..." she started to speak but then stopped.

"What about him?" Dagonet said softly so as not to attract attention to them.

"Never mind. Forget it." she said softly returning her attention to her surroundings.

"No I wont forget it. Whats wrong?" He asked slowing their pace. People passed them on either side as the came to a stop.

"You and I, we are friends aren't we Dagonet?" she asked sadly. "Before the Saxons, before all of this." She said nodding to their surroundings.

"Yes we were, and we still are." Dagonet answered assuredly.

"Then as a friend, not as a knight or a brother in arms, not as a Sarmatian, but as a friend can you help me?" she asked drawing her blue stare to him. He looked at her slightly confused at the question set before him. Her eyes looked longingly into his for his answer.

"I am always your friend and being that I will always be here for you." He answered softly. Looking up he saw the group slightly ahead of them. "Come tell me as we walk."

At a leisurly pace the two followed the large ensemble.

"What was he like before I was lost?" she asked quietly, her eyes shot to Lancelot before making their way back to him.

"He was much like he is now, but not. He fights just as well, better even. His humor is much the same as are his mannerisms. His eyes though, the way he looks at the world, thats changed. There had been a darkness in them until recently." Dagonet stated clearly.

Looking to the wounded man beside her she saw the earnesty in his eyes. Drawing her gaze to Lancelot who still lay in the lead with Arthur she choked on her words.

"What...what was I like? What kind of person was I?" She asked a sadness in her voice that she had longed tried to conceal was now as clear as day in her words. She saw the look in his eyes as he tried his best to come up with an answer. Overhead they heard the sound of Tristans hawk flying high above, drawing their attention to the heavens above.

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'What were you like? You followed your heart, your instinct. You werent afraid of anyone or anything.Not like you are now.' Glancing over he still saw her eyeing the sky above.

"You were very kind, even to those who didnt deserve it. You liked to make others laugh. You were very brave and you were a wonderful swordsmen and knight. You even bested some of us at times. You were determined, a little stubborn at times bit all in all you were honest, loyal and a person that we were all glad to have called friend." He said most assertively as the eyes met. "And you still are." he added placing a hand gently on hers. The movement caused a small amount of pain that he hid behind a smile to her.

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She felt a pain of guilt sting her heart when he described who she had been. She thought it hard to believe if you looked at her now. The thought of this girl he discribed caused her eyes to brim with water. "As my friend, what should I do?" Her voice cracked as she spoke the words. Drawing her eyes to his she looked for her answer. "You have overheard a part of my life that no one knows of. Should I tell him? Should I tell the others?"

"That is a choice I cannot make for you. Should you decide to tell the others of what had happened to you would be the best but if you feel that you do not wish them to know then your secret is safe with me. One thing that I do know, is we will remain beside you no matter what you have to tell us." Dagonet answered trying to sooth her worries. Placing her hand on his she forced a small smile. Small and sad.

"Thank you my friend." she whispered. Taking a deep breath her deep blue eyes surveyed the mass of people around them until he fell into her sight. "Will you be alright by yourself for a moment?" she asked looking quickly to Dagonet. Releasing her hand he nodded. "I will return soon."

He watched as she made her way through the bodies of those that walked until she reached the front of the group. Right beside Lancelot.