Ear pressed to the door she tried to hear what was taking place on the other side. The voices that were once loud and all around her were now low and indistinct. Silenty she waited for the sound of someone to approach the door and try to call her out.

"Looks like you could use some fresh air." a voice said breaking the silence within the walls of the room. Suprised at the voice she turned around. His dark eyes stared back at her.

"How did you..." she started to say curioiusly. Her eyes darted to various corners of the room looking for where he may have come from.

"These buildings are filled with back entries." he answered before she finished her question. "One thing the Romans tend to do right. Theyplan ahead."

"You must be mad. I cant go out there." She announced as she rose and preceeded to walk to him.

"Sometimes." he answered sarcastically. "Do not worry, we would not be leaving that way. Even if Arthur and the others manage to calm things down and explain the situation I would not recommend leaving that way. However I would like it if you came with me. I have something that I want to show you." He added, trying his hardest to coax her into coming with him.

Glancing quickly back to the door she bit her lip.

"You cant stay in here forever." Lancelot said as though reading her mind. "Come on." he added stretching a hand out for hers. Her blue eyes went from his outstretched hand to his face, which was full of hope,then back to his outstreched hand. Taking one last look at the door she took the hand he offered to her. "This way." he added leading her out the way he had come. Pausing just short of the door she listened intently for the sound of others.

"We are the only ones back here. Everyone else is up front. It is safe I assure you." Trying to calm her fears he stepped out before her and looked around. Stepping out into the light she saw he spoke the truth. The only other being back their was Lancelot's horse, which barely acknowledged their arrival until he was untied from his post.

"Ladies first." Lancelot said lowering his head with a smile so that she would feel more at ease. Signaling to the black horse beside him he waited.Quickly he sat behind her and, wrapping his arms around her waist, he grabbed the reigns and led them off to their destination and once again, with his arms around her she felt safe. Slowly she leaned farther back until she came to rest upon his chest glancing up she saw a small smile light the young knights face as he briefly looked down to her. Inside she felt her heart jump and a warm sensation flooded through her.

"Where are we going Lancelot?" she asked as she looked around them.

"You'll see." he answered as he looked down she looked to him and their eyes met. Their faces were so close the urge to kiss her once more came over him just like ithad the night before. To feel her lips on his. Clearing his throat he dismissed the thought and brought his attention back to the road before them.

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His eyes, so dark so caring. She could feel him breathe. In the moment their eyes met she wanted him to kiss her. To hold her as close as he had before in the woods.

'You are mine.' Cynrics voice whispered in her ear dulling the brief happiness she had felt.

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In the distance Lillian saw what looked to be random mounds of dirt growing closer. It wasnt until the pair were practically ontop of the heaps of dirt themselves before she realized what he had taken them. A cemetery. Rows upon rows were the men had buried their fallen comrades. Each marked by thedeceased weapon of choice. Her eyes scanned the land and the grave sites seemed to stretch on as far as she could see. Coming to a stop Lancelot dismounted and reaching up he helped Lillian to the ground beside him. Her eyes not moving from the sight of the graves before them.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked mournfully as a chill ran up her spine and sorrow crept upon her. Finally tearing her eyes from the many swords that stuck up from the ground as markers she looked to the knight beside her. She saw what seemed to be a slight discomfort for being here.

"Several reasons." Lancelot answered, his eyes darted to the buried men. "Both were to show you something. Look around you." he added pointing to the graves around them. As she once again scanned the horizon he spoke up once more."Some of the men that are buried here you knew, both in childhood and as a knight. I did not bring you here to sadden you but to give you even more reason to remember. To remember those that did not live to see this day. The day you returned and the day of their freedom."

She knew he did not bring her here to cause her pain but to show her even more of her past. Guilt stung her heart at the thought of the men she could no longer remember.

"That is not all." Lancelot said drawing her back from her silence. "Follow me." he said summoning her after him. He led her through the mass of graves until he came to a halt at the foot of one grave in particular. "Go ahead." he said signaling for her to continue on to the head of the grave. Walking up she saw the swords that protruded from the ground. Their onceshimmering blades now dull with age and weather.

"Whos grave is this?" Lillian asked intrigued by the twin swords before her. Lancelot remained at his post at the foot of the grave hands held in front of him.

"They are yours." he answered sadly. "They were all that we found. Those and your horse." he added.

"My horse?" she asked shocked at the news.

"Yes. He is in the stables." Lancelot said with a little smile. "You shall see him again soon but I thought to show you these since the incident when we arrived prevents us from going to the stables first."

"And these are mine." she said in awe as she looked at them not quite believing him.

"Yes. Go ahead. Take them." He said urging her on. Happiness in his heart at the thought of the swords no longer being embedded in the dirt at the head of the emtpy grave. Pausing momentarily she held out her unsteady fingers and began to trace the designs on their handles butstopped just short of pulling them out.