Hello once again everyone. Before I submit this chapter I would like to send all of my thanks to those that have read this story and to those that took the time to review. I am sad to say this is the last Chapter. However I have plans for Lillian in the future. Perhaps I shall tell the story of what happened after Badon Hill or perhaps I will tell the tale of Lancelot and Lillians meeting all those years ago. You never know. But for now this is the last chapter for this phase in their lives. I am sorry if I disappointed you in the last few chapters with Lancelots fate but I promise this will make up for it. Second of all I dont know if any of you can read the reviews for this story but if you have you may have noticed several reviews signed with my name. This is due to a friend of mine who reads my story while I am still logged in and then reviews without knowing.

Anyways enjoy this last chapter and I hope you will read any future stories of Lillian that I post.

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The disturbance of something cold and wet woke him from the deepness of sleep. Every muscle in his body felt weak to move. Outside he heard the distance sound of birds singing. Listening intently the songs the sung led him through the dark until his eyes fluttered open and the haze began to lift. As the darkness krept back the small framed silhoutte of a woman filled the space before him. Her hair cascading down her back, a small chunk held back leaving several strands framing her face. The sinews of brown that fell about her shoulders brought the blue of her eyes out. Ringing out a damp clothe she brought it back to his face only to be startled at the sight of two glossy orbs looking back at her.

"You had us all worried." she said softly as she gently stroked his forehead with the clothe. The coldness of the clothe felt soothing against his forehead. Looking to her eyes he saw joy and sadness intermixed.

"How long have I been here?" he asked groggly, bringing his hand to his temple as the final bits of wooziness left him.

"Little more than a week I am afraid. Dagonet said you would have been awake sooner, possibly even up and moving, but during your healing you caught a fever. The last few nice were risky as we waited for you to recover." Her voice began to crack as she spoke. Retrieving the clothe from his forehead she returned it to the bowl. Placing her hands on her lap she dropped her head and inhaled deeply.

Seeing the look on her face he reached a hand to her arm, trying to calm the tears that were beginning to swell in her eyes, but winced as a bolt of pain shot through him like electricity, sending him instantly back to the bed beside him. Instinctively his hand raced to the origin of the pain, followed closely by hers. On her upper left chest their hands met, his dark orbs looking to her with love and confusion.

"Dagonet says you are very lucky." she responded quietly to his unanswered question. Drawing her hand back a tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. "The angle at which the arrow hit caused it to narrowly miss you heart and your lungs." she added bringing her eys up to meet his once more. She watched as the dark knight let the news sink in.

'I must be dead. This cant be real, this must be heaven. Or maybe hell taunting me with the vision of her at my side.' he thought taking his eyes from hers. "But how can that be. My body went cold, darkness came over me. I thought for sure I would have died." he spoke up rather confused, not knowing what to believe.

"I know. So did I. We all did. The lose of blood you and indured from wounds proir to the arrow caused your body to grow cold. You were very near to death until the others arrived. The brought you inside, ready to prepare you for burial and everything. The removed your armor to clean you up when the noticed you chest still rose. It was slight but you lived still, barely. The armor decieved us, decieved me." she admitted saddly. "You and Tristan became priority to heal. With Dagonet and Merlins help you have both healed quickly." A small smile lit her face up but, it could not hide the pain in her eyes as she looked to the man before her. "You had me worried there you know. I thought I had lost you for good." she cried softly trying to laugh it off. Even bringing a hand up to dismiss the tears on her face.

Fighting against the soreness of the muscles and pain from the injury he reached his hand for her face. Seeing the movement and the struggle in his eyes she moved closer to him to prevent further discomfort.

"The last thing I remember is the battle. I was laying on the ground and you were there holding me close. You were crying." he whispered his voice slightly hoarse. "I remember thinking how mad I was at the way it was to end. To find you after so long only to be parted once more. but,..." Talking of his near death he saw the sadness overwhelming her eyes, knowing full well she was reliving the experience all over again in her head. "But," he said his thumb softly grazing her trembling chin. "I also remember thinking that if that was the end, at least I was able to see you one last time. To be in your arms as I took my last breath in this world." The tears she had believed she had gained control over came once more without control.

"Lancelot?" she whispered quickly as she noticed sleep taking over his eyes once more.

"Hmm?" he struggled to murmer as drowsiness overtook him again.

"I never got to answer your question." she replied. "The one you asked the night before the battle."

"Struggling he kept his eyes open. "Yes?" he asked quietly.

Leaning forward she borught is lips close to his ears. "I have my answer for you now." she spoke gently into his ear. "Would you like to know what it is?"

Turning his head he faced her, eyes half open. "Yes."

"Then tell me again." she said playfully.

Confused slightly at the request the dark haired knight answered. "Will you marry me?" he asked.

"Not that." she laughed. She saw the confused look on his face grow as he tried hard to think. Shifting her position she laid herself upon the uninjured shoulder, part way on his chest, but far enough away from the injury to prevent discomfort. Looking happily into the dark knights eyes she pouted. "Tell me again." she restated payfully.

"You should not play this way with an injured man. It is not fair." he laughed slightly.

"Alls fair in love and war." she responded giving the knight a moment to think. His eyes lit up when the memory came to him.

"You..." he spoke happy and suprised at the same time. The sleep the weighed down on his eyes so heavily left quickly.

"Shhh." she said knowing what the knight was about to ask. "I will explain all when you have had more sleep. But for now..." she added brushing several strand of hair form his eyes "Let me hear you say it again. Please."

"I love you." he answered a smile lighting her face.

"And dont you forget it." she responded kissing him lightly on the lips. "Rest now. I will check in on you again in a few hours."

"And where might you be going?" the dark haired Sarmatian asked ready to close his eyes and sleep.

"I have training to do. Arthur is waiting for me." She responded raising herself from the bed she gathered the bowl and clothe and prepared to leave. "When you are better perhaps we can practice on my swordsmanship." squeezing his hand gently she set it back to the bed beside him. Retreating to the door she opened it slightly. Standing in the doorway she looked back at him. "I love you Lancelot." she whispered as the long awaited sleep finally overtook him. Closing the door quietly she dropped the bowl off and went to the practice arena her twin blades strapped to her back.

"Well, well, well havent seen anyone fight with those in a while." Bors said as she came from the shadows. Arthur looked to her as she entered, swords strapped ot her back.

"Well I figured since they are mine, I better get used to fighting with them and what better way then with practice with all of you." She answered waving to the others.

"But when...?" Arthur asked rather confused.

"After you left me on that hill after the battle. I grabbed them from the grave." Lillian said unsheathing them. "They belong with me and not atop an empty grave."

Smiling Arthur agreed. "Very well. Ready?" he asked arming himself.

"As ready as I will be." she answered stepping to the wider area of the practice arena.