Standard Disclaimer still applies and will always apply; King Arthur and all that is related to the legends and movie are so not mine. It'd be great though. Ah well, stuff you don't recognize, like the ideas and such, yeah that's mine. Anyways onto "Blood Heritage"

A/N: some notes -actions during speech- "speech" 'thoughts'

And now it is Tristan's turn, sigh Currently crushing on him, and what's funny is that I saw a guy at my university who looked a lot like the Tristan version of Mads. It was kinda cool 'cause I like Tristan and kinda not for the following reasons: 1) the guy was short and 2) he had no fashion sense whatsoever and 3) I stand by the original… period.

So, I'm hoping all of you liked Dagonet's Interlude, even though it was very sad. I realized that I'm actually coming to a close in this story. And I'm getting sad about it. Oh well, onto my broody hunk… Tristan!

Tristan's thoughts

My kin… it sounds odd to my mind, just the idea makes me wonder if I am to be married or if I've bastard children. Oft times when we pass villages, I do partake in pleasures of the flesh, what man doesn't?

But in seeing her, this girl, my future, it makes a man wonder if he should perhaps settle just to ensure that she is born. Then I stop myself having such thoughts, there are only two things certain in this world, birth and death. She will be born, that is certain and someday she will die; just like any of us. It is that simple.

Then again, should I risk it? I look at her and mayhap I think she is, mayhap I should put in that extra effort to survive these next few weeks in order for a child to be conceived.

"Here. Sleep." I told her firmly as the camp settled. Several cloaks wrapped around her had dwarfed her small frame. "You need it."

"I'm not as selfish as that, y'know. You, sir, need rest." I looked down at the girl; in her outstretched hand is a thick cloak, it only just registers that I'm in desperate need of sleep; but my duties as a scout come first. My brow arches at her as these thought go through my head. "I mean it Tristan, get some rest now. You've been up for far too long; Christ, I could carry all the Romans' luggage in those bags under your eyes. So go." It amuses me that she would speak to me as though I were a child, one of the many she guards from the village. Reluctantly I take the cloak and settle near the outskirts of the camp. We came upon her the first time and she was cold, reserved and wary. Somewhere and somehow, that faded and revealed a lonely lass with all her heart to give.

We have all grown to care for her, something I'd not thought possible for me. Bors cares for her as though she were his own child, I'd rather it him than me. I'm hardly one to do much interaction, grown people oft annoy me, children fear me, whores want my coin, Romans want me dead as do the Woads I slay, what have I to give to one who will be my kin?

Dagonet fell for her sometime when he tried to teach her to ride, it was the need to protect her that may have drawn his love. I was positive when he'd thought she disappeared the first night on our last mission. Her reappearance and his reaction confirmed my suspicions.

Gawain looks at her with sisterly affection, and she returns his sentiments. It is just as well, for I would not want her to lose her heart when his would focus on a distant fantasy. She's lost too much as far as I know, and I'd not my brother to do more to her.

Galahad, the pup, he would never understand that she would rather look to him as her brother; her little brother to boot. He pines for her and all she will do is smile at him, not realizing the passion he has for her.

Arthur is sadly another lost cause, her respect for him may have been misinterpreted as affection of another kind. But she pushed him towards the Woad for reasons I wouldn't know. I don't trust the Woad overly much, it would take more than simply Arthur's affections to do so.

And finally Lancelot, it is in their eyes do they show how they pine for one another. If Lancelot could be tamed, it would be by her; if she would let herself be loved wholly, it would be Lancelot. They challenge one another and yet work well with one another. But I should watch my womanizing brother; I'll not have my kin so dishonored.

"Are you sure you're not mad that I beat ya?" She looked at me imploringly, my pride was bruised. Who would have thought that with my battle prowess I would have been beaten by a lass half my weight with a ribbon? Surely not I.

"No."

"Yes you are, I can tell." My brow rose again, if my brothers cannot tell in all the fifteen years, how could she in the short days? "I can tell because that's the fourth bit of wood you've whittled to a toothpick." She smiles, innocent and child-like. I briefly look down at my hands to see she is right. Clearing her throat, she draws back my attention; in her hand is a bright green apple. "Truce? Being off with a relative is one thing, being off with a relative who has very little compunction to kill you is another."

"Yet you kill just as easily." I replied taking the apple and examining it.

"Don't worry, it's not poisoned. The Romans won't miss it, or else I wouldn't be as good at theft as I should be." She grinned, mischief in her eyes as they followed the reason we were on this trip in the first place…the Roman Family.

Hours later, the sounds of outraged shouts resonated throughout the camp. She and her 'children' have done something to Honorius.

Should I have children, none of them will be named Roxie. It must mean trouble.

A/N: I think I figured out why it's so hard to come up with these interludes for the knights, it's because I have to force myself to think like another person. And let me tell you it ain't easy. One of my classes had us write papers from the points of view of historical people and he said I did very poorly. Aww, that sucked. Hope you liked this interlude.

One more thing, I was requested to put more Roxie/Tristan interaction, but seeing that this part of the story is rapidly finishing, I figured the interludes would be the best place. What did you think? Reviews would be wonderful. Reviews actually motivate me to write a little faster. They also keep my muse happy and prevent it from leaving.

I can't promise speedy updates like I managed this time, but I can promise that I will update.

See you in the next chapter!