Hello again everyone. Hope you like this chapter. Its kinda fast paced but I hope I wrote it well. Took me a while to get it though. Let me know what you think. Thank you to all who have read and to those who have reviewed as well. Queen of Cliffhangers... interesting. lol. Anyways hope you enjoy. Another chapter will be up shortly.

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"Lillian?...Lillian is that you?" the red haired woman asked approaching her. The children that she left behind tried to look around one another in an effort to see the dark haired woman that attracted their mother so. "Is that really you?" she asked coming to a stop. Her eyes started to tear up as she looked deeply into Lillians. Her voice waivered as she asked.

"Thats what they tell me." Lillian said nervously. Even though they were some distance away she felt several of the Knights come up on either side of her. The woman placed a hand of her mouth as she let out a small cry before embracing Lillian in a hug. The womans arms folded around her permitting no escape from her grasp. Lillians arms hung straight at her side, unsure of how to react to the woman before her. She side glanced and saw all of the knights now looking at them. She heard the sound of soft cries coming from the red haired woman and, as she pulled away she saw tears on her face.

"We were told that you were killed by Saxon hands." the red haired woman spoke wiping the tears from her eyes. "Kids come over here. Lillians back!" the woman shouted over her shoulder, summoning her children. Lillian looked to the knights beside her, uncertainty and panic in her eyes. "We've missed you love." the red haired lady added as her children came up behind her.

"Vanora." Bors said calmly stepping forward, trying to get her attention.

"Lillian?" one of the girls asked. From her size Lillian thought her to be the oldest daughter of the group. The girl looked kindly and curiously into her eyes. Her like her mother before her, embrace Lillian in a tight hug.

"Well dont just stand there. Give her a hug all of you." Vanora said nudging some of the younger children on.

"Vanora!" Bors voice rose as he spoke her name once more but once again the woman paid no heed to his call.

"Where have you been?"

"Are you going to leave us again?"

"How did you escape the Saxons?"

"Why didnt you come back?"

"We never thought we would see you again?"

"We have heard so much about you." Several of the younger children said. All around her children encircled her. Her eyes flashed to the knights as they moved forward to try and quiet the children and to pull them away. Those that managed to pry themselves free of a Knights grasp ran back and began to ask their questions all over again. Their voices began to overlap so much that several started to shout so that they may be heard over the others.

"Vanora! Put a stop to this all of you." Bors started to shout finally getting the womans attention.

"Shes back Bors. Isnt it amazing." Vanora said answering his call.

"Vanora listen to me." Bors said but it was to late. She had already turned back to Lillian.

The children around her grabbed on to her arms. Tugging at her as they asked their questions repeatedly. Her mind began to race as the people around her bagan to blur. She tried to focus but all she heard were their questions. Their voices. The pace of the knights quickened as they tried to free her form the circle of bodies around her. Her world started to spin. She heard the sounof voices from several of the knights. Some calling her name, others calling out to the children and the woman with the red hair.

'Where have you been... welcome back...how...why...where...what...?' Their voices echoed loudly in her ears as she started to back up only to met by the bodies of children behind her. Her hands went to her head covering her ears as she tried to block the chorus of voices coming her way. Blood pounded in her head. Her eyes shot open and looked around her for a place to escape. Any place that would hide her from the mob around her, from the choas of voices and bodies. Her eyes fell on one of the doors that lined the walls of the building they arrived at. Pushing her way past the children near her she ran for the door. Lancelot tried to stop her but she ran passed him just out of arms reach. She raced through the open door not sure where it would lead but hoping for solitude. Slamming the door behind her she fell to the floor, back against the door trying to prevent any from entering.

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"Vanora!" Bors shouted loudly causing her and the children to quiet down and face him. His hand went to her arm as he saw her heading after the frightened woman.

"Bors." she said suprisingly turning to meet her lovers hard stare. "Whats gotten into you."

"You cannot and like this around her. She's barely inside the wall and ya' all are crowdin' around her and such." Bors spoke, his voice, although directed mainly to Vanora, was loud enough so all others could hear. Silence swept over them. The children hung their head at the sound of their fathers voice.

"We were just showing the lass how much we missed her. She's been gone for so long, we just got caught up in the moment. But I guess you're right. We should let her settle in first. Then we could all get together at the pub later. Drinks are on the house." Vanora answered, her eyes lit up as she thought of it all.

"Vanora." Bors said rather impatiently but the woman paid not heed to him once more.

She walked around as thoughts came to mind as to what they could do. "Everyone could get together. We could talk of plans for the future and talk of old times..."

"Vanora she doesnt remember the old times!" Bors shouted finally silencing her. The glow in her eyes started to fade as she walked towards him.

"What do you mean she doesnt remember?" Vanora asked confusion in her voice.

Vanora and the children listened intently as Bors and the others talked of their tale of finding Lillian with the Saxons. They did not see Lancelot disappear around the side of the building with his horse in tow.

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"Wait here my friend." he whispered stroking dark hid on the neck of his steed. Tying him off onto one of the railings Lancelot pushed open the door before him.