Note: Thanks for the reviews. Heres another chapter. Sorry for the imperfections.

Moving Out

Kida spurred her horse on. She could have killed him. She could have and would have if only she didn't have a conscious. Her head and gut disagreed. Logic told her that if she killed the Roman she would have condemned Liam and the others, and with them so close to their freedom she could not do that to them.

It made her blood boil to see the Roman beat his wife, but it would not have been enough to send her into a rage like she did. It was the torture chamber as well that made her angry. No human being deserved to be beaten for a disagreement in beliefs. Liam caught up with her and rode silently at her side. Kida tried her best to ignore him, but she wanted to know what he thought and broke the silence.

"I know what I did was wrong."

Liam smiled and replied, "I don't see what you did wrong. I found it rather entertaining to see the shocked look on the Roman's face. I'm proud of you, and I think you won the new additions respect."

"But I have just condemned me, and perhaps even you."

"Kida, you have kept me on my toes since the day we met in the stables, I can take care of myself, and there is no need to worry about my well being. As to condemned, I think you are being a little melodramatic."

"Liam, just leave me alone," she snapped.

"A little testy aren't we?" he asked sarcastically.

"Liam."

"Fine, I know when I am not wanted. Just to let you know, we are all proud of what you did. We would have done it ourselves, but none of us had the courage to." With that he rode back to the main party, leaving Kida alone to stew over her thoughts and feelings.

Liam still couldn't understand Kida. She was nothing like the affectionate sister he left at home. Over the past fifteen years something changed in her that made her very cold towards people. She was not rude but she didn't exactly open up. There were times that she seemed like a stranger to him. One minute she could be fine and then the next she wasn't. He wasn't sure if it was a woman thing or not.

He tried to ignore her coldness, but it made him uneasy when she was upset about something. If it were any other person, they would vent to someone and then get over it. Kida stewed over things until she had everything worked out. She had been stewing a lot lately, he noticed, probably over the Tristan-Dagonet predicament. He could never understand what they saw in his sister. She wasn't very pretty, although she did have intriguing eyes. She was cold and very solitary. For some reason he did not react how he thought he would have reacted if any of his fellow knights fell for Kida. He supposed it was the fact that he knew that she could take care of herself and the fact that she showed no interest in return that made him worry less. She probably would do worst things to them than he would.

Sighing, he met up with the main train and turned his thoughts to other matters. He had given up trying to figure out Kida a while ago.

Tristan followed Kida. She was in one of her moods; he knew it would be best for him not to be spotted. Over the past few months, he had kept silent about his feelings for her for he knew she would just yell at him again. There had to be some way to get her to come around.

It confused him, he never saw himself as the type to fall for some woman to the point he would do anything to get her to like him. He always thought it would be he that would beating the women away. He watched her as she rode on. She mumbled to herself and looked furious. He smiled; he liked her in her furies. Her brow would scrunch up and her eyes burned. When he saw her punch the Roman he laughed. He was shocked that she had the resolve to do something like that; usually she kept on the sidelines and watched. She did have her moments though, like when she staged a rescue mission when they discovered she was a girl, or when she left to go back to her post. He supposed he should have expected something but no one did and that made it even more enjoyable.

He rode in the shadows, watching her every move. She was upset, and probably arguing with herself, or perhaps lecturing herself about her irrational act. The fact that she punished herself for her actions made her even more endearing. He was lost in his only world when Kida disappeared. The next thing he knew he was laying flat on his back.

Stunned, he blinked looking up into the infuriated face of Kida. He wondered how she got there so fast.

"Tristan, what are you doing?" she demanded.

"What?" he asked dumbfounded; he was still recovering from his fall.

"Why are you following me?"

"I wasn't," he lied.

"Tristan, I don't have the patience to deal with you right now. Just leave me alone." She walked away and remounted her horse. Blinking, Tristan realized what was happening. He was not going to let her shove him away again. Not this time.

He jumped up and grabbed her reigns. "Tristan," she exclaimed. "Let go of my horse."

"No." He stared defiantly into her eyes.

"Tristan, I need to be alone right now."

"Not this time."

"What does that mean?"

"You are always alone. When ever you have a problem you go off on your own and try to solve it. When ever you are upset you lock yourself away. Kida, we all care for you and want to help, but how can we help you when you shut us away. You even do it to Liam, your own brother. What ever happened to the carefree girl that Liam told so many tales about?"

Kida stared down at Tristan, "She died along time ago. No let me go."

"No, not until you hear me out."

"Hear you out about what?"

"Have you ever thought that you don't have to be so closed off? Do you think that you have to be hard as a rock to be like us? Well, let me tell you, we tell each other things and vent, even discuss problems and burdens on our minds. If you think men don't do these things, well you are wrong. Every one does it, it's a natural state of any human being."

Kida scoffed, "Is that right? And all this worldly advice coming from a man that barely speaks five words in the same sentence. Really Tristan, what makes you thing that you can patronize me for my coldness when you are about the same. That is right. You go off with your hawk and disappear for hours upon end. You rarely converse with other people and when you do it is trivial. So you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do. You do it yourself."

Tristan blinked, she was right, he knew she was right, she knew she was right, but he was not going to let her get away. "So what? I can give you the advice because I live the life. To live one's life alone is lonely. Do you not ever yearn for someone to share your thoughts with? Someone to just talk to in the late hours of the night? Do you ever wander what it would be like to actually have someone that you can be completely honest with and know that your secrets are completely safe? Are you never lonely?" He stared up at Kida. She had gone completely white and was speechless. Perhaps he was getting somewhere with her.

Arthur and Lancelot rode side by side. "Arthur," Lancelot stated. "Why are we taking all these people with us? We are only charged with the family's lives."

"Lancelot, do not argue with me. I have made my decision."

"Is this Rome's mission or yours?"

Arthur looked at Lancelot. "Whose do you think?"

Lancelot knew the answer even before he asked the question. It was Arthur's quest. He never could understand Arthur and his sense of chivalry. In his opinion it was pointless. All he cared about was getting out of this alive. Arthur did not care about his life; he cared about his knights' and these peasant people that he had never met before. Lancelot shook his head, he would do what Arthur asked, he always did, even if he didn't agree with it.

Arthur pulled his horse back and rode along side the carriage that held the wounded prisoners. Dagonet rode in the carriage, holding the boy he found in his arms. He nodded to Arthur. "How is he?" Arthur asked.

"He burns," was Dags reply.

Arthur looked at the two women in the back, they were being attended by Fulcina, which shocked Arthur for he thought Marius would not allow his wife to tend to them, but then again, after the incident with Kida, Marius would be wary, for the present moment at least.

He climbed into the cart and went to sit next to Fulcina. "Milady, how are they?" he asked gently.

Fulcina did not answer at first, as if afraid to speak but she eventually found her voice and said, "They will live."

Arthur inspected her. She was a pretty woman, even with the bruises. He wandered what Marius did to deserve her as his wife. "Are you alright?"

She lowered her gaze and replied, "Quite well, thank you." Arthur sensed that he would not be getting anything else from her and turned to the two women huddled in the back corner. One was definitely a Woad, even in her weakened state she still glared at him. The other woman was small and feeble; she relied on the Woad woman for strength.

The Woad woman met his gaze. "You are Arthur," she stated.

"Yes."

"A Britain that kills his own people," she murmured as she shook her head.

Arthur ignored the comment and asked, "Are you well?"

"Yes, as well could be expected."

"If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you."

Arthur climbed out of the carriage and rode to the one Marius and Alecto rode in. Marius, as expected, was in a fury. He demanded that the knight be beaten. Arthur tried to calm him, but nothing he said could extinguished the fire that burned in Marius. Arthur soon left Marius's company and rode up to ride with the other knights. All of them were there, except for Tristan and Kida. "We must keep Kida away from here. Marius wants her head and will stop at nothing to get it. I do not think he would take the fact that she is a girl very well if he were to find out. Gawain, ride ahead and find her. Tell her to stay away. If you cannot find her, find Tristan, he will find her, he can find anything." Gawain nodded and kicked his horse ahead.

Liam fell into step next to Arthur. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes, I want you to keep and eye on his lordship. I do not trust him. He is a shifty character."

"Yes, Arthur."

Fulcina tended to the wounded prisoners. She had gentle hands and diligently did everything in her power to care for them. The Woad woman, Guinevere was in better shape than the other woman. Lorna, a local village woman, had been brought to her house the same time Guinevere was captured. Marius had favored their good looks and firm bodies. Lorna fell under Marius's power, but Guinevere would not bow down to him which made her husband furious. She admired the Woad for that. How she wished she could bluntly stand up against her husband, but she could not. In the end, Marius had them both thrown into the dungeon for Guinevere proved to be much trouble and he had lost his interest in Lorna. She crept down there whenever she could to give them food and water.

After her first two trips she found the boy, Lucian. He had been placed down there for spiting on a priest. She did not know what exactly he did wrong, he was only a child, and so she brought food and drink for him as well. Marius was far to busy with his newest concubine and his guards were mercenaries and with the right amount of gold they could be paid to turn the other way.

She was amazed when the knight jumped to her defense. No one had ever done that, not even her son who knew what his father did was wrong. She was intrigued and grateful. Not wishing to evoke her husband's wrath again, she elected to stay and end to sick and wounded, which she liked much better than tending to her fat husband.

Guinevere peered out of the carriage. She inspected all the knights. Two of them seemed familiar. The one that hit Marius and one other. She did not know from where though. She pushed that to the back of her mind, she would find that out later.

Lorna stayed with her, scared to move. Guinevere could not comprehend how women could be so fearful. In her village she was taught to be strong and to fight for herself. She never understood the docile women, they reminded her of cows. Docile and lifeless. Two things she could never be.

Kida glared at Tristan. He talked far too much. "Get out of my way," she ordered when she found her voice. Tristan refused to budge. "I mean it. Leave me alone." Tristan looked at her and shook his head slowly. "NOW!"