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"Giselle, Estelle." The woman muttered weakly. It had been years since she seen her eldest sister and over a year since she seen Estelle.
"Gwenda." Estelle mumbled fixing a cut on her left arm.
"What has happened since we last parted?" She asked her sister.
"Many things." Estelle replied feeling her forehead.
"Where is Giselle?" Gwenda asked just before she drifted off in dreams.
"With her husband, trying not to kill that roman man." Estelle whispered planning the death of him. Later on Giselle and Estelle were speaking in low voices in French. When they heard the woad girl talk to Lancelot.
"'Tis a beautiful country is it not?" Guinevere spoke from behind them, obviously to Lancelot. Out of the corner of their eyes Giselle and Estelle saw Lancelot glance back at Guinevere looking slightly surprised.
"If you say so." He replied with his back turned to her.
"And where do you come from that compares?" Lancelot turned to Guinevere smiling. "The black sea?"
She seemed derisive when she said that. "This is heaven for me."
"I don't believe in heaven." Lancelot began rather cryptically, "I've been living in this hell." Then he leaned forward in his saddle and gave her a sly grin. "But if you represent what heaven is, then take me there" Then it began to rain.
"Rain and snow at once," Estelle said smirking. She looked backback at Lancelot and Guinevere, "a bad omen." Lancelot gave her a look that said he was impress with her. Giselle rode to the other side of the wagon were Gwenda and Estelle were. Lancelot eyes watched Estelle while Guinevere glared at the older woman.
"Sister tell me news." She said smiling feeling much better.
"I arrived over a year ago to find our dear sister heavy with her lover child." Estelle said smiling.
"I had been here for several years when Estelle finally came and I was with child. My lover, then, a knight, and I had been together for a few years." Giselle said. "Vanora is their too with her 11 children and her lover, a knight also."
"11?" Gwenda asked laughing.
"Yes 11. When I arrived their had been only 6." Giselle said laughing with her youngest sister. The woad girl looked over at them with a glare and turned over for sleep. The three sisters smirk at her back.
"Estelle married a knight. The one with long blonde hair." Giselle said smiling.
"Married? But didn't you declare when you were 5 that you would never marry?" Gwenda asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I fell in love." Was all Estelle said before she rode off to find her husband.
"Aren't you going to find your husband?" Gwenda asked smirking at her older sister.
"He scouting ahead." Giselle said smirking back.
"What is the child name?"
"Isabella." Giselle said slightly sad.
"After mere." Gwenda said before drifting off into sleep.
Later that night
Later they had made camp and Tristan had still not returned. Everyone was settling in. Giselle roamed around, making sure everyone had some shelter. She headed over to Lancelot who was staring, enraptured, at a wagon. Giselle walked up to see what he was looking at. Guinevere was being bathed.
"Enjoying the show?" She asked making Lancelot jump.
"Damn Gizy, you're almost as bad as Tristan." He said using her nickname.
She blinked at this but showed no emotion on her face even though her heart she knew this woman would do something cruel to Arthur and Lancelot.
"You didn't answer my question." She said looking over at Guinevere and study her.
"Do I need too?" He asked huffily leaning against a tree, now facing away from the wagon.
"She's trouble Lancey." Giselle told him using his nickname. "Avoid her. Nothing good will come of it if you start a relationship with her. She may flirt with you but at the same time her heart is set on the leader. She will have nothing else but the best"
Lancelot smiled mirthlessly at Giselle. "Me in a relationship? Ha! That is to funny."
Giselle smiled lightly and shook her head.
"Just be careful kay? I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"Always my sister." He said kissing her cheek. Giselle looked back at Guinevere she was glaring at her.
Moments after she had settled into her tree waiting for Tristan to come, Giselle saw Lancelot took the other side. She was about to tell him to go away and find his own tree when Guinevere approached. She was loud for a woad. Even Lancelot heard her coming.
"What is it like, your home?" She asked. Lancelot looked at her and grinned.
"We sacrifice goats, drink their blood, and dance naked around fires." Lancelot looked away laughing. Guinevere smiled, but her smile was almost piteous. Lancelot's gaze stayed away from Guinevere for a while as he tried in vain to remember his home. "What I do remember…Home…" Lancelot stood looking into the snow somewhat wistfully, "Oceans of grass, from horizon to horizon further than you can ride. The sky," Lancelot glanced up at it sounding proud, "bigger than you could imagine." He stopped and breathed deeply shaking his head. "No boundaries."
"Some people would call that freedom." Guinevere replied. Lancelot looked away smiling. "That's what we fight for – our land, our people, the right to choose our own destiny." Lancelot shifted. Giselle could tell he was getting annoyed and began to finger her dagger. "So you see Lancelot, we are much alike, you and I…" She trailed off and changed the subject abruptly, moving towards Lancelot. "And when you return home will you take a wife, have sons?"
Lancelot sighed heavily and shook his head. "I've killed too many sons. What right do I have to my own?"
"No family, no religion. Do you believe in anything at all?" Guinevere asked. Lancelot stared at her hard for a minute and then looked down.
"I would have left you and the boy there to die." He looked back up at her, then turned on his heel and walked away, Guinevere looking after him.
"Leave him be. His heart is already tearing; you have no right to finish the tear. That right belongs to no one." Giselle held her dagger out menacingly after going around the tree.
"I could repair it." She replied venomously. Giselle shook her head.
"That job belongs to one more deserving of that mans love." Giselle stared hard at the woad. "prostituée." She mumbled under her breath as she left, leaving the woad girl furious. Giselle found her sisters and they started to talk in low voices in French.
"Je ne la fie pas."(1) Giselle whispered to her other two sisters. Just then the woad girl walked past with a raised eyebrow at their language.
"Qui ferait? Je sens un jaillissement diabolique dans elle.(2)" Estelle whispered back glaring at the woad girl.
"Elle peut sembler forte mais elle n'est pas. Elle est faible à l'esprit mais bodywise fort. Elle a voulu convertir quand les moines l'ont torturée.(3)" Gwenda told them and told them how Guinevere pleaded for her life by converting.
"Nous la regarderons à." Giselle whispered before getting up to find her husband coming from scouting.
"Hello." He whispered in her eye. "How is your sister?" he asked before kissing her deeply.
"How am I to tell you if you keep kissing me?" Giselle asked her husband smiling up at him.
"I don't know but I like kissing you." He said kissing her again. Giselle giggled slightly but pulled away from him.
"She is fine but the woad girl I do not trust her at all. She going to hurt Lancelot." Giselle told her husband about her worries.
"Everything will be fine, love." He said as he pulled her to a tree to sleep the night.
The next day after Guinevere killed the fat man they were on the ice. It was slippery. She hated how Guinevere was with them but had to admit that she was a great bow woman.
"I believe their waiting for an invitation." Arthur said as an arrow clattered useless in front of them. "Bors, Tristan,"
"They're far out of range." Guinevere stated.. Tristan and Bors aimed and tilted their bows. Soon arrows flew to the Saxons. Then the fighting ensued. It soon became clear that the ice would not break so they prepared to die. Then out of no were Dagonet dashed out and began to hit the ice with his axe. Arrows assailed him immediately and Gwenda ran up and protected Dagonet with a shield. She knew that he had a family and went to help him. Giselle looked amazed at her youngest sister. She must of seen it coming. She had been prepared when she took out the shield early. Gwenda was special she had the gift of foresight. Soon Dagonet and Gwenda were under water but were pulled out. Neither injured just cold and wet. The Saxon retreated and Giselle took her arrow and shot a random Saxon.
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(1)I do not trust her.
(2)Who would? I feel an evil sprit in her.
(3)She may seem strong but she is not. She is weak in mind but strong bodywise. She wanted to convert when the monks tortured her.
(4)We will keep an eye on her.