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Summary: Delia has been sent to meet her future husband but can she and her friends be saved from certain torture? Aldara is Greek for winged gift, Ada is elvish for father, Freya is a Norse goddess of love, the moon, sea, etc... Aidan is Gaelic for fire, Peadarpeter is Gaelic for rock.

'Thoughts' "speaking" 'Flashbacks'

Delia entered the room lit only by firelight and walked around lightly grazing her hand over the furniture and small shuttered window. 'Now I am truly caged like the hawks my father keeps.'

Aldara saw the confused look on Jols faced and lightly touched his shoulder, "Don't worry about her good squire. It was a long journey and she just needs some rest. Please tell his royal highness that the rooms are beautiful and we shall be in better spirits in the marrow."

"Arthur has never gone in for the titles dear lady's so you may drop them." Giving one last glance at the women Jols bowed his head and said his good byes. 'Tis surely a strange girl, and at that one who looks so sad.'

Aidan sat at a table in the tavern across from Peadar his mentor and higher ranking captain. They spoke in low tone but looked up when the knights walked in and started in their own celebrations. Dagonet and Bors saw the two wild men and motioning to the knights they sat down with the men after receiving curt nods. Galahad and Gawain joined them with mugs of ale and bar wenches in their wake.

Tristan took his place in a corner as Lancelot finally joined the other men at the table. Lancelot failing at trying to get Vanora to his bed and much amused at her slaps and talk of "no".

"So, the curious lady's men have left her skirts for a bit of fun eh?" asked Bors as Vanora placed their son in his arms. Aidan only smiled, laughed and shook his head at Bors. Peadar was the one to break the laughter at the table.

"Lady Delia maybe curious to you knights but we have no reason to be attached to her skirts, she gives us leave to do anything we wish." He said this in his heavy accent while playing with a small knife in his hands.

"You are not from this isle, at least I can tell by your accent. You're from the island to the west are you not?" Asked Galahad while studying the graying man in front of him.

"Yes, hehe, my friend we are from the isle of Hibernia I believe that's what the romans call it is it not?" Aidan spoke and receiving a nod from Dagonet he continued. "So what is it that draws questions from your mouths about our lady?"

"Well for one thing I don't think I have ever laid eyes on a woman so mysterious and yet so filled with sadness. Did daddy not get a high enough price before he decided to sell her to Mark?" Lancelot said as he took the bar wench off of Galahad's lap into his own. "Or could it be she doesn't speak and hides because she is death warmed over. No, no I know now she gazed onto my face..."

"Aye and become sick upon seeing the ugly thing." Interjected Bors which had everyone laughing at the table. "Just be careful with my son their Bors wouldn't want to give him nightmares." Bors had to be restrained by Dagonet and Vanora who had come over to hear the conversation.

"Fabius and his daughter have never seen eye to eye on things you might say. Delia has always been outspoken against her father and I think he hopes that Mark will change that. She Sir Knight looked like death warmed over because the prospect of being married off to a man that is as fat as a cow and as old as her father has never been a good prospect." Aidan spoke with a grim face.

"Any woman would be filled with fear if worry if they were betrothed to Mark. But then again Lancelot your prospects for her would be no better" Tristan spoke as he grabbed an apple from the table.

Ignoring Tristan as much as his wounded pride could, "Ahhhh so that's the poor girls problem but what of the other two...they seemed a bit too stiff for my tastes but I could loosen them up given the chance." The girl in Lancelots lap looked very displeased at the idea of others sharing his bed.

"Freya and Aldara would remove you of your manhood before you got the chance lad," Spoke Peadar. "Aldara is the daughter of a Britain and a Greek, may the goddess watch their souls. She has always been with Delia ever since I first meet them many years ago. Fabius had bought her as a slave, his wife Graine freed her on the promise that she would watch out for Delia."

"And what of the blonde, what was her name Frida?" Asked Bors

"Freya, she is the daughter of Vikings from the north east past the roman empire. She was trained in herbs and sent to Graine from her father in Eire," spoke Peadar with small annoyance.

"Vikings, are they like the Saxons. And how come she came from the west when these Vikings come from the east? Galahad asked greatly curious about these new guests. "Simple her father has a pact with the celts and he was for filling it." Replied Aidan.

"Alright that's it I cant take it anymore, I don't know how you can stand it Freya but Delia if you don't start talking I swear I'll kill Mark himself if you will speak a word for it." Delia looked at Dara and lightly laughed and the expression of worry and anguish on her face.

"Well what do you want me to say? At the end of the week I'll be married to a man who only wants me as a breeding mare and for land. I'll find no solace among the activities and festivities. And the only thing I wish for right now is to see my mother and my Ada." Her eyes became heavy lidded and as she spoke she changed into her nightdress and lay to sleep.

Freya only shook her head and gave a look to Aldara to lay off until the morning. Aldara raised her hands to the sky as if pleading with the gods and stormed off to her own corner of the room. Stoking the fire and blowing out the candles, Freya sat in front of the fire mending her blue cloak

In her dreams Delia dreamt of her mother and Ada. Running through the meadows collecting flowers for the estate. Riding with her Ada through the woods unseen. Watching her Ada dance with her mother. His dark red hair waving and his blue eyes laughing. Her mothers strawberry blonde hair dancing with her as her green eyes only held enjoyment. Her dreams were only broken when images of her Roman father and his plain brown hair and eyes telling her of her impending doom.
Delia woke in the morning to Freya gently singing to her, "Good morning, good morning. Wake up and great the day, good morning, good morning, to you." "Must you always be so pleasnt in the morn, Freya." "Only when I have been up for hours and when you have been called to see the king. I set food out over there on the table. I'll have Aldara set your hair while you eat."

"I see you have finally woken up Lia. It only took what...all morning?" Delia only looked at Aldara with a quite frown on her face and then went back to breaking her fast. "Fine I know the prospect of seeing this king are not going to be fun but hey...ribbing her...at least his knights are cute, are they not?" "Is my hair done, I must be on my way."