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"Giselle! I'm glad Four helped you find our hut!" Vanora said to her cousin.

"Yes Four helped me a lot." Giselle said with a grin.

"I help her return the clothes! I got to knock on the doors." He said proudly puffing out his chest.

"That great Dear." Vanora said kissing her son cheek. "Dinner ready!" Everyone sat around the small table they had. Bors was their talking with his children.

"Gizy!" Three said, "How was your day?"

"Décent." Giselle replied in French getting 7 out of the 9 people at the table to make a face.

"Decent." Vanora said, "Four told me that you and the Amelia became fast friends." Vanora said and Bors snorted at hearing Amelia name.

"Is that the only maid to turn down Lancelot?" Bors asked laughing into his food.

"Oui." Giselle said her green eyes sparkling.

"I remember that day. Well she was new and returning laundry to Romans." Bors said Romans with disgust in his voice. "Then she crossed past with us. Lancelot of course went up to her and started to talk to her. We all left but he came back-hehe- he had a hand print on his face. He never told us what happened." Bors finished off the story laughing so hard his body was shaking. Giselle of course was laughing too. "So are you a G-y-p-s-y too?" he asked spelling out gypsy because of the children.

"Oui but…. Vanora will tell you what is happening ..later." Giselle said nodding to the children. Bors nodded in agreement and asked for stories about Vanora when she was younger.

"OH! For my 10th birthday we where having a party. Their was dancing, food, and laughter. Vanora was 11 so this was just before she left for Britain. Anyway she was trying to impress this boy, Carlos. Carlos was Spanish. SO she dancing and dancing when he finally took notice she fell straight on her âne. He looked a her like she was….crazy! She was upset that she didn't leave the tent until I dragged her out." Giselle said giggling, Vanora was blushing remembering Carlos, and Bors was laughing so hard he was crying. The children were also giggling at their mother.

"Stop, Stop! I was 11 but you have to admit he was cute." Vanora said.

"Oh god yes. Do you remember his eyes?" Giselle asked.

"Yes. I'm drooling just remembering." Vanora said with a sigh.

"HEY! Did I disappear or something?" Bors asked.

"No sweetie." Vanora said absently patting his hand. He grumbled and started putting the little ones to bed.

"Thanks for having me over." Giselle said kissing Vanora cheek.

"Anytime."

"BYE Gizy!" Two and Three said walking next to their father.

"Bye." Giselle said walking out of the hut. She walked to her room and thought, I miss France. Its so different here. I don't know how long I could live here. I love Vanora and her family but I love France even more. Time will tell what shall happen to me. Giselle was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice the roman solider coming up behind her and before she knew it he grabbed her.

"Hey sweetie. Wanna come to my room tonight?" He asked his hand roaming over her body.

"I am not some whore you can pay. Let go of me!" Giselle said struggling to get her dagger. He took it before she could grab it.

"I think I would a bit of French in me." He said licking her neck. Giselle since didn't have her dagger she would have to use hands. Giselle jammed her leg upward at his private parts making him loosen his grip and groaning loud enough to attract attention. As the man groaned Giselle grabbed his hands and brought them behind his back as far as possible without breaking his arms he landed flat on his stomtach. The knights and a group of Romans came around her and the man.

"Let go." he struggled to say.

"I should just break your arms Vous le morceau de flithy d'homme. Je vous déteste. Je déteste tout homme romain !(1)" Giselle spat in his ear first in Latin but went into her native language as she grew louder.

"Giselle what is the meaning of this?" Arthur asked stepping forward. Giselle started to speak fast in French but Arthur spotted her. "Latin if you would."

"This man thinks I'm Whore and when he wouldn't stop after I told him I wasn't. I went to get my dagger but he took and then licked my neck. I protected myself in simple defense." Giselle said her accent heavy.

"Very well. Let go of the man." Arthur said. "Go on as you were Giselle."

"Merci!" Giselle said to Arthur, spat at the man, and went on her way but remember her dagger. She plucked it out of his hand and then left.

"Nothing to see." Yelled Arthur shooing everyone away. Then he grabbed the man and said, "You shall respect woman from now on, Got it?"

"Yes Sir Arthur." The man said limping away.

Giselle was walking back to her room talking rapidly in French when she ran into Tristan.

"Sorry Monsieur Tristan." Giselle said before walking off still muttering in French. Tristan followed her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Giselle looked at him warily and asked, "Why?"

"You looked mad." Tristan said his face blank as usual.

"Just because I'm French doesn't mean I'm a French hooker." Giselle said angrily.

"Who thought that?" he asked.

"Some stupid fat roman man." Giselle said.

"Never like roman but Arthur." Tristan said truthfully.

"Hmph." Was Giselle said.

"Why did you come here?" Tristan asked. He had no clue why he was so drawn to this woman.

"Bad times." Was she could say.

"What happened?"

"My mother and father were killed also my brother. I don't know where my sister are, they could be dead or dying right now." Giselle said stopping at her door. "Bonne nuit." And she went into her room before he could answer.

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(1)Vous le morceau de flithy d'homme. Je vous déteste. Je déteste tout homme romain !