Tamlyn had been in that tree for nearly the whole battle. She had stayed with the archers when the other woad warriors charged the Saxon army. She continued to take them out, a few at a time, until she noticed her brother fighting Cerdic, the leader of the Saxons. She knew she had to do something before it ended badly. Tamlyn knew she couldnt take Jezebel into battle for fear of both her and her foal. She glanced around and she saw Bear standing close enough to hear her whistle. He lifted his head and came galloping into the trees. Tamlyn grabbed her bow and a large supply of arrows. She also had daggers tucked inside most crevices of her clothing. She also had a sword that had the same distinct curve as Tristan's.

"Well, Bear, you ready to go back out there again?" she asked the horse, who nodded approvingly, as she mounted.

She only cantered the horse far enough into the mass of dead bodies to ensure that her arrow would hit its target. As soon as she saw her brother fall to his knees, Cerdic

had an arrow lodged in the back of his neck. A Saxon soldier saw this, and quickly made an unsuccessful run toward Tamlyn. He had also had an arrow bring him to his end. By this time, there were only a few Saxons left on the battlefield. Lancelot had killed Cynric, Cerdic's son, and escaped with only a rather nasty slash on his back.

Tamlyn let out another whistle when there were only about ten Saxons left, and Jezebel untied herself from the tree, and came cantering out of the woods.

"You ready to go get him?" she asked both horses, Jezebel nodding her head, and Bear snorting in approval.

"Alright then." Tamlyn said to herself just before she urged Bear into a canter, Jezebel following alongside them. Tamlyn pulled Bear back into a trot as she neared Lancelot. When she stopped the horses beside him, she quickly dismounted, and threw her arms around his neck.

"I thought you only showed affection to animals." he said jokingly as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Technically, yes. And I also technically did what you said. See you said you wouldn't let me go, and when you said that, you were in this general area." she said, knowing what he was about to ask her.

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"Tamlyn." Tristan called down the hall after his sister.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Guinevere wanted to see you, and thank you." her brother said to her.

"Well, somebody has to make sure the family name continues." she said jokingly to her big brother as she walked toward Guinevere's room. When she arrived at the door, she knocked.

"Come in!" was Guinevere's reply.

Tamlyn pushed open the door to reveal Guinevere in a flowing white gown.

"I take it you said yes." she said raising an eyebrow at the dress.

"What's wrong with it?" Guinevere asked quite concerned about her dress.

"Get rid of the bows." Tamlyn said in disgust.

"I already plan on it." Guinevere replied as both the girls laughed.

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"Lancelot!" Tristan called down the corridor. The other knight spun on his heel to face his friend, who had come within ten feet of him.

"You fancy my sister?" Tristan asked of his fellow knight.

"Why do you think that?" was his response to the question that had caught him off guard.

"First off, we covet the things we see everyday. Second, because Bors told me." was the response, and Tristan turned down the hall leaving Lancelot to ponder his thoughts.

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"Well, now that that's been taken care of, I do believe somebody else needs to be married." Tristan said to Tamlyn as they walked through the main entrance.

"But there's this one tiny problem I have with that." Tamlyn said to her brother.

"And what might that be?" he asked her as they kept walking.

"Well, I don't quite know right now what it is, but I'll get back to you when I find out." she said jokingly to her brother.

"Very funny." Tristan said to his sister as they rounded a corner.

"Well, if I don't find anybody at all, and you'd have free pick of everybody, who would it be?" she said inquiringly to her brother.

"You really want to know?" he asked his sister as they continued walking down a corridor.

"Yes, I do. That way I know whether or not I should start to run for the hills." Tamlyn said to her brother.

"Well, Arthur and Bors are already spoken for, and Galahad and Gawain already have plans for what their future holds." Tristan said to his baby sister, whom he had now noticed had grown into a beautiful woman.

"That's incredibly not fair!" Tamlyn said, smiling at her brother.

"Why not?" Tristan said tauntingly.

"Because you know that that only leaves two people, one of which I can't marry!" she said to her brother's teasing.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Tamlyn heard Lancelot say as he was walking toward them.

"No! This is so atrociously not fair! You are so evil!" Tamlyn pointed to her brother as she walked away from him and Lancelot.

Sorry, that took WAY too long to get around to writing. Chapter 6 is soon!