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Moving

The knights sat around a fire. They were not happy about their mission. It would have been more pleasant if they were only to escort the boy and his mother, but the husband caused them great pain. He always complained and tried to order them all about but they ignored him which sent him straight to Arthur to whom he complained to him about his knights' bad behavior.

They all wished that they could silence the bothersome Roman, but they all knew they would never be able to leave if they did take action against him. Arthur grew rather annoyed with him and ordered the knights to avoid him if possible. They soon fell into the habit of going out on scouting duty in pairs, and some of them would disappear for an entire day. Some of the people grew worried and wondered if their rescuers were deserting them, but Arthur knew they were near by, watching and ready to come to their aid if anything happened.

Liam found Kida riding on her own, far away from the main party. She looked upset about something.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

"Anything in particular?"

"No."

Liam eyed her, "Yes. Tell me what it is."

"It's nothing, just something the Woad woman told me."

"The Woad woman? When did you talk?"

"A few nights ago. She is very interesting."

Liam shook his head. He wasn't going to get any particulars out of her but he questioned her anyway. "How so?"

"Just…She's different from most people I've ever met. She says we are alike. I find that rather hard. She also knows I'm a girl."

"Will she tell anyone?" Liam asked, worried that the woman would tell to save her own skin.

"No, I don't think she will."

"How can you be sure? If she tells, you are as good as dead."

"Remember when I saved you from the Woads?"

"Yes."

"She was the one that lead me to you and she let us go."

This silenced him. He was highly confused. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"She wants something else from me. I don't know what, but I have a feeling that when the time is right, she will let me know."

"If the time does come, will you do what she asks?"

Kida smiled. "If the cause is right."

"And what would be a right cause?"

"Freedom."

Kida had thought over what Guinevere said a lot. It made sense. Freedom. Something she had never experienced, but if an entire population was willing to give up their lives for it, it must be wonderful. The knights were always talking about freedom, Guinevere said that their idea of freedom was an illusion; they were not truly free, just momentarily forgotten. Her people would not live like that and they fought for their freedom.

This concept had never occurred to her before. She always lived for the next day but never thought too much ahead for that would only give her something to look forward to and that was a great mistake for one of her profession for a future presents fear and fear causes mistakes that could cost someone their life. Perhaps the Woad woman had a point in her philosophy.

Kida's contemplation on the Woad woman's words was mainly to keep her from think of Tristan. Since that day she told him to go, she had not spoken to him. He seemed to avoid her. She was not about to let her heart change her mind. She did like Tristan, but she was convinced that attachments created obstacles that she had no desire to remove. It seemed odd though, long time has Tristan sought her but no more. No more was he lurking in the shadows watching her, or hovering within hearing range of her. It wasn't until now that Kida realized how much she liked having Tristan at arms length.

The small part of her, the romantic part, wished an attachment with Tristan, but the rest of her told her no. Her will was much stronger then her heart and she refrained, although not with out some heartsickness. She did not understand this internal conflict. She thought she disliked Tristan's attention, but now that she did not have them, she missed them. Her own realization made her angry. She was not going to be weak, she was not. These feelings would pass with time, and then life will carry out as it always has. It will.

Tristan watched Kida from a distance. He must forget her; there was no chance that she could ever be his. Resolved to forget her, he took to keeping company with the other knights. If there was no silence to provoke thought, he could not think of her. He rode beside the wagon that carried the wounded. Dagonet took care of the boy; it was odd, for Tristan had never seen the giant so gentle before. He seemed to have adopted the boy.

Dagonet seemed to have taken Kida's rejection much better then him. In away, he was glad for the rejection, for things between the knights returned to how it was. Dagonet nodded at him as he climbed into the wagon. The Roman's wife was tending to a woman in the back. She was a small thing with dirty blonde hair. Tristan inspected the woman. Fear was written all over her face. The Woad woman held her protectively in her arms. There was such a contrast between the women. Tristan inspected the Woad, she looked like any other woman, except for the faded paint markings on the side of her face.

Tristan nodded at the women and they nodded back. He turned to Dag and sat down across from him. "How is he?"

"Fine, he will live."

"What is going to happen to him when we reach the Wall?"

"He will come with me," Dag stated.

Tristan looked at Dag, he was serious about it. "You're serious about this aren't you?"

"Yes. I was meant to find this boy. He needs a father, I can be one."

"But what do you know about being a father?"

"Nothing, but the boy needs me, I will be there."

Tristan shook his head and climbed out. Dag was a strange man. He mounted his horse and rode along side the carriage. At first he took no note but as time went on he noticed that the frightened blonde woman peered at him through a hole. Her eyes never left him. He met her eye and she quickly looked away. Tristan shook his head and kicked his horse on.

Guinevere and Lorna watched as the silent knight climbed in and spoke with the gentle giant. Guinevere knew at once that Lorna was taken by the knight. She watched him as he spoke and then peered through a hole at him as he rode beside them. Guinevere just shook her head. She knew Lorna placed her affections on an unreachable object, but she was not going to shatter the first sign of life she has seen in Lorna for weeks.

They would make a nice pair, if he were available though, Guinevere thought, but only one side would be happy. Lorna. The other, the knight Tristan as she heard his fellow knights call him had his heart claimed by the shrewish knight Kida. Guinevere knew that there was only heartbreak for those two. Kida was too stubborn to let her feelings surface and Tristan too stubborn to let his fall. If the Fates were kind they would let them realize that they were meant for each other, but things never happened that way.

After the knight left, Lorna spoke about him with such admiration in her tone that Guinevere could not help but smile. Perhaps, with her help, Lorna could get her knight. Guinevere begun to plan. There must be some way to get the knight to look at Lorna.

Arthur noticed the sudden change in Tristan's behavior. He kept to the main group more often then his usual self would have. He decided that he had to speak with his knight. He found Tristan alone and approached him.

"Tristan, may we talk?"

"What about?"

"What is it that ails you?"

"Nothing," Tristan replied. "I am fine."

Arthur sighed. "There is something wrong, I know there is."

"No, there is nothing wrong. I am fine."

"Is it about Kida?"

Tristan paused. "No."

"It is, I know it is. Everything wrong with you lately has been Kida. Do you still pursue her?"

"No, she ordered me to stop."

"Is this what your melancholy mood is about?"

"I'm not depressed."

"She was not meant for you. You know that. She is not meant for anyone. At least, right now she's not. With time she might learn to show love and be happy with it, but do not destroy yourself over her. She would not want that."

"You assume too much."

"Do I?"

Tristan refused to answer.

"Saxons!" Galahad cried as he galloped towards Arthur and Tristan. "They are close."

Arthur looked at his two knights. "Get everyone moving. Now!"

They rode back to the main party and pushed them on. They could not win with they were forced to a fight, they had to run. The people listened to the knights and did the best they could to move out as fast as possible.

Kida watched as they moved out. They would never make it. They needed a distraction. Determined to do something, Kida rode off towards the direction of the Saxons. She would do her best to slow them down if she could.