Here we go. The end may I say it's been a great journey and thanks to everyone who was with me for it. I'm sad that I'm finished but relived as well. Here we go the very last second chances.

Tristan limped resolutely across the field determined to make it from point A to B without help. Every time someone had seen him they had offered help. The only reason he had gotten out of bed was too prevent Arthur tying him to it, as he had done a while ago when Tristan had been injured like this; true that time he had been poisoned and was slightly delirious, but he didn't doubt that Arthur would try to it again. For this reason Tristan had kept himself moving in the open and away from any furniture that one could tie him too. He finally limped into the stables pleased with him having made it here without collapsing, he walked over to his mares stall and lent against the rail.

"Hello girl."

His mare sniffed him worriedly, he ran his fingers through her forelock straitening the matted hair, "Hey, stop that." he gently pushed her snuffing nose away from the cut across his chest; looking at it reminded him of Galahad. He should probably go and check on the young knight, he also judged that he would be fairly safe there. With a deep sigh he patted is horse farewell and made his slow way up the field again.

Galahad groaned and with that fell out of the sweet bliss of unconsciousness. He looked around, recognising his room; this established he sunk deeper into his bed. He did not feel like going anywhere for quite some time. "Galahad?"

There was a soft knock at the door. " Gowayandlemmesleep." Galahad replied unintelligibly. Taking this as a signal to enter the person on the other side of the door came in. "Good morning Galahad." He said.

Galahad's vision had suffered more then Tristan's and he was still somewhat half asleep so neither the voice no the person whom it belonged to connected it his mind. " Whatdoyouwant?" He said still intent on getting rid of the visitor. " Well now that I can see you are alive." Said visitor replied sarcastically. There was only one being in Hadrian's Wall, with the possible exception of Tristan, who could use that much sarcasm.

"Lo Gawain."

" Ah I see you recognise me, that's good."

"What are you doing here?" Galahad's speech was improving.

"I live here Galahad," said Gawain.

" No here in my room." Galahad said quite fed up with Gawain's pointless banter.

" Well I was checking to see if you were still alive but I think that has been established."

" Mmmmmyeah?" replied Galahad slipping back into a hazy state. "Go away Gawain." He said with his eyes closed.

"I will leave this here then." he said, there was a chink of pottery hitting wood and Galahad guessed that he had been sent with food. "Seriously Galahad, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he said with a slight groan "What about Tristan and Lancelot?"

"They are fine too," said Gawain gently trying to leave the room without injury. " I will tell Arthur that you have survived the night."

"You do that," Galahad pulled his blanket back over his shoulders and with no heed to the food next to him fell back to sleep.

Gawain and Arthur met in the corridor.

" How's Lancelot?"

"How's Galahad?"

Arthur laughed slightly. " Fine, fine; he's determined to kill himself with his blanket, but other then that he is in no danger. Galahad?"

"Hmmmm; other then me losing it and killing him, I think he is also fairly safe. Anyway when he wakes again, I intend to be far, far away."

With that Gawain headed off in what was clearly the direction of the tavern and Arthur went in the opposite direction, the direction of the church.