Hello everyone. Finals are once again over and I have now been able to continue the story. Thank you to all who have reviewed. I appreciate every one I get and I would like to thank everyone who reads. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Its a little choppy but it will get better in the next chapter. Hope you like it. Thanks again and please keep reading and reviewing. Enjoy!

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"I'm sorry love, did I frighten you?" the figure said emering from the shadows. The light from the still high sun showered through the open window and cast down upon the two. The womans red hair lit up as she walked into the light. For a brief moment Lillian didnt recognize her but as the woman came closer she remembered her as the one she met earlier with all the children. Quickly she glanced behind the woman waiting nervously for the sight of the mob of children to come bursting through the door and encircle her once more but none came. "You have nothing to worry about, the children arent here. Some of the girls down at the pub are watchin' 'em while I show you around." the woman said obviously seeing her looking around.

"Oh. Sorry." Lillian said setting the armor in her hands down beside the opened chest.

"For what love?" Vanora asked rather confused.

"Nothing." Lillian answered shrugging the moment away. "So you are going to be showing me around?" Lillian inquired rising from her position by the trunk. Its lid still open revealing all that was kept inside.

"Yeah. Arthur and the others have some business to attend to so I shall be your guide for today. Give us girls a chance to catch up." Vanora answered. "Bors and the others told us what happened to ya deary, about losin' your memory and all. My names Vanora." Lillian saw the light in her eyes slightly dim as she extended her hand out to her.

"Hello." Lillian answered solemly, taking the womans hand. "So where do we begin?"

"Well first off lets get you into some fresh clothes. I see Jols has shown you the clothes that you had left behind." Vanora said making her way to the opened trunk. Lillian stepped aside to allow her to pass. "Lets see what we have here. Been so long since we've opened this I've plum forgot whats in here." she said pulling the armor out and setting it aside. Reaching back in she saw Vanora pull out a handful of clothes. A couple of shirts, a pair of pants and a lovely dark blue dress. Laying them out neatly on the bed Vanora looked to her then to the ensemble she had collected.

"These are mine?" Lillian asked approaching the bed and lifting the dress into the air.

"You betcha they are. Why that one your holdin' right there was given to you by Lancelot. One of the more finer things he was able to afford for you and one of the last that he got you. I remember you had me help you into it and when you walked out his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Got the whole crowds attention you did." Vanora answered with a smile. "You were recalled to your post several weeks later." Her voice hit a sad note. Even though she tried to make her voice sound cheerful Lillian still heard the sadness in it. "I think Lancelot and the others would stop dead in their tracks if they saw you in that again. What do you say. Wear that for dinner tonight?"

Biting her lip she lowered the dress and eyed it. It would be a change from what she has worn the last eight years. "I dont know Vanora." she said looking to the woman.

"Well just look at yourself." she said pushing her over to a small mirror on the wall. "Here let me hold it up. See ya look absolutely beautiful. They'll love ya." She said stepping behind her and holding the dress up infront. "If we pull your hair back a little. Let a few strands hang lose around your face. Yeah that will be nice." Vanora said. Lillian tried to invision the thought. It would be a change from the garb she had been wearing for the last eight years.

"What do you say Lillian?" Vanora asked eyeing the womans reflection.

Biting her lip she stared at her figure in the mirror. For a moment it was hard to believe that she could have owned anything such as the dress before. There was no extravagent decorations just some minor detailing with black but it was beautiful none the less. She noticed the deep hue of the blue brought out the cool blue in her eyes.

"Under one condition." she stated stepping away from the mirror and causing Vanora to lower the dress. "I am afraid I will need your help to get in this thing once more."

Vanora's face lit up with a smile. "Glad to help ya' Lillian dear." she responded joyfully.

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"This is where dinner is going to be held tonight." Vanora announced opening the door. Stepping beside her Lillian smoothed the fabric of her dress. Suprisingly it had been quicker than she had thought to get ready although she still felt naked by not being in her trousers and shirt. She felt defenseless. Hearing the womans voice she looked up. Peering inside Lillian saw a massive round table that looked to fit at least thirty people. Shuffling through the door she glanced around the large room. "Arthur thought it best to have a round table as a conference table instead of the usual rectangular one. That way all the men feel..."

"Feel equal." Lillian finished furrowing her brow as she traced the ornate designs on the top of the huge table.

"Well, yes." Vanora laughed. "How did you know?"

"There is no head of the table." Lillian stated traipsing around the circle eyeing each insignia engraved into its top.

"Well hello." A voice echoed in the large room. Looking up Lillian saw Jols had entered. "Didnt expect to see anyone in here." he laughed coming forth.

"Just showing Lillian around. Perhaps jog a memory or two." Vanora said hugging the man.

"Having fun there Lillian?" Jols asked looking to her. A look of suprise shook his face. "Well I never thought I would see anyone wearing that dress again." Jols added. "Better be careful, Lancelot may be knocked off his rocker once he sees you in that."

'Lancelot.' Her mind quickly wondered back to the happening earlier that day. 'I doubt Lancelot would want to see me at all today.' Frustration hit her as she thought of the dark haired knight.

"Take this." she said wrapping the necklace around his neck. "May it protect you as it always did me until we meet again. I know, I know, me and my silly superstitions. I have worn this in every fight, every battle and I have always lived to see the next." She felt strong, loving arms embrace her and pull her close.

"Lillian." A voice called from behind.

"Lillian." Vanora called bring the woman back to reality. "We'll have to catch up with ya later Jols. Still got plently to see before dinner. Come on Lillian. I am afraid I will have to stop in at the pub before we continue on. Have to make sure my kids havent torn up the place."

Nodding Lillian followed after the red haired woman, the vision still clear in her mind. The necklace etched in her mind. She had seen it before. The design that was enlayed upon it. "Lancelot." she thought to herself. The necklace she saw in her vision was the same she had seen around Lancelots neck. Her necklace.

"Just to warn you, there are Roman soldiers there and they tend to get 'friendly' with the women. Stick close love and Vanora wont let anything happen to you." Vanora said proudly glancing to the woman beside her. Lillian faked a tiny smile to please her.

"Do you think any of the men will be there?" Lillian asked softly.

"More then likely." Vanora answered leading her out through a corridor into the open air. "Come on this way." Vanora said pointing in the direction they were to take. Following closely behind the duo made their way through the crowd of civilians and soldiers to the infamous pub. At several tables Lillian swore she saw multiple men baring the red capes and the crests of Roman officers. on the opposite side she saw several familiar men.