The fires have now died and the only reminence of their being were the burnt ashs of the grass and the scorched earth they left behind. The smoke that had shielded them now began to drift away and desipate but a thin layer still lingered in the air. All around her survivors of the horrid battle buried the dead. Newly dug graves were being filled while still more were being dug for those that awaited their turn. She had lost count of the bodies of the dead but the mounds of earth the lined the hill told all. Many died at the hands of the Saxon but they had won. The Saxons were dead and now there was nothing to fear. The rain that had begun to fall after the battle had ended, washing away the blood of the dead and now the sun shone overhead. Its warm rays falling upon all that survived signaling a new beginning. Intermixed with the grief many celebrated the victory that had occured.

Away from the crowd she stood at the foot of a grave, the twin blades of the dual swords that stuck from the ground shone in the brilliance of the sunlight. She did not see him approach but she heard him and knew who he was.

"You have defeated the Saxons Arthur. A feat many would have doubted given your circumstances." she whispered not looking to the man that stood behind her.

"I did not defeat them. Not alone. We all did." he corrected her. His voice soothing to her ears as he spoke.

"And what shall the mighty Artorious Castus do now that he has an entire people at his command?" she asked.

Stepping towards her he surveyed the graves of those that died. Both of battles long ago and those of recent times.

"Rebuild." Arthur answered. "You did well today Lillian. Your father would have been proud of you."

Lowering her head briefly she looked to the man beside her. "Thank you." she mumbled softly.

"Arthur!" a voice shouted from a distance, summoning the Roman Commander to come. With a bow Arthur started to leave.

"Arthur?" she asked causing the tall man to turn back around and look to her. Her gaze not leaving the sight of the two swords she kept speaking. "May I ask a favor of you my friend."

"Of course." he responded as he eyed the woman.

"I wish to learn to fight again." she spoke up. Confusion hit the mans face at the sound of her words.

"But you already know how to fight." Arthur managed a smile as he spoke.

"As a Saxon yes. WIth one sword yes but, I wish to learn to weild two swords again." she announced turning to face him. "Please Arthur, I need your help with this."

"But I..."

"I wish to retrain." she interrupted stepping from her position at the foot of the gave she walked to the head of it. Her fingertips tracing the blades and handles of the swords that lay parshely buried within the earth.

'Two swords take more control at wielding then one. You must watch both of your blades and be twice as alert." he spoke positioning her arms correctly. The blades slightly heavy in her arms. 'You will tire easily for you essert more energy then others.'

Swinging the blades at him he defended himself with a single blade, missing him he laughed. Frustrated she ran to him knocking him down.

Holding her close he smiled and kissed her quickly on the lips. 'Do not worry. It will not be as difficult when you have a pair suited for you.'

"I was told that I used to fight with two blades. I know it to be a fact because I remember it." At the sound of her words the romans head jumped.

"You remember?" he asked rather shocked at her admittance.

Nodding she continued. "Not much really. I remember a little intructions here and there but not enough to wield the swords confidently. Not like Lancelot. Not like I was told I used to. But with help I could. With your help. Please Arthur." she begged bringing her eyes to his. Her fingers leaving the swords.

He could see the yearning in his eyes and it tore at him. Dropping his gaze he contemplated her request before looking back to her.

"I never really had the talent to wield two blades, not like Lancelot and I doubt I would be as good an instructor but,... if you really wish to learn, I will try." Arthur answered solemly to the woman before him. Her eyes lit up slightly at the acceptance of her request.

"Arthur!" the man shouted once more causing the Roman to sigh.

"We will begin as soon as you feel you are ready." Arthur said starting to walk away.

"I would like to begin today but I fear you may be to busy. Tomorrow will be soon enough if it is okay with you." she answered.

Looking around him he watched as the people worked hard to bury the dead and to tend to the injured that still lay around.

"Meet me in the practice hall tonight. We shall go over some moves tonight."

"Thank you Arthur." she sighed as happily as she could as her mind began to drift away.

With a nod and a bow the man acknowledged her before turning to walk away for the last time leaving her as he had found her. Alone.