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Chapter 14

Isulet woke up with a start. Where was she? Why was she here? And what on earth had happened? As she stirred she looked around her. She wasn't on Tempest that was for sure. So where was she? Looking to her left revealed all. She was on Gawain's horse. Isulet almost passed out again with relief when she realized where she was. But then, something was wrong. Isulet was sure of that. But what? Then she remembered and almost cried out in pain. Dagonet. Isulet silently screamed out his name. Please don't be dead, she cried out, but her mind wouldn't let her off. He's dead, it said, and there's nothing you could do about it. She began cursing her mind from never giving her any peace, but it didn't work. Nothing seemed to work in the hellhole that was her mind. So she sat up and smiled at Gawain. There was nothing else for it. He smiled back, concern clouding his blue eyes. Isulet didn't let him see how she was feeling though; he had worried about her enough as it was.

"Are you alright?" Gawain asked, just a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just have a vague remembrance of something bad happening." Isulet leaned just a little closer to Gawain.

"Don't you remember?" Gawain asked in shock.

"Yes, I do, but I don't want to think about it." Isulet waved her hand in front of her face to check her eyesight.

"Are you O.K.?" Morgan trotted up on Tempest, showing an unusual amount of concern for Isulet.

"Yes I'm fine." Isulet answered slightly irritated while carried on waving her hand in front of her face.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know." Isulet took her hand down and laid it down by her side.

"I think you need to rest." Gawain gently adjusted Isulet.

"No I do not, I feel perfectly fine." Isulet blazed, making Gawain back down.

"He's only worried about what's best for you." Morgan gently prompted before riding over to Tristan.

"How is she?" He asked in his usual brisk manner.

"She'll be fine, if she can get over it." Morgan referred to Dagonet.

"Mmm." Was the only answer Morgan would get out of Tristan, however hard she wheedled.

Gawain looked at Isulet, who was sitting inert in front of him. Her face had turned very pale, almost as white as parchment. She was staring blankly at the landscape as it passed, not responding to anything. Concerned he pulled Isulet closer and arranged his cloak around them both. Isulet shivered before leaning in closer, all the time unaware of what she was doing. After a while Isulet's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing evened out into the peaceful breathing of one who had fallen into a deep sleep. After a while Arthur pulled back and looked over at his sister critically.

"How is she?" He asked.

"She's fine." Gawain answered in a tone of voice that made Arthur look sharply at him.

"You're not implying I don't care about my sister?" He asked.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just worried about her." Gawain bit back his other answer.

"I think we all are." Arthur intoned.

"Yes, I think we are." Gawain rubbed a hand over his eyes.

"You have to remember that." Arthur rode off.

"Gods I could kill him sometimes." Gawain muttered.

"You can't do that, he's my brother." Isulet sleepily murmured.

"Don't you sometimes want to kill him?" Gawain asked.

"Yes, when I'm in a bad mood." Isulet growled.

"Remind me not to annoy you." Gawain murmured.

"I'm not in a mood all that often." Isulet smiled as she leaned back.

"Good." Gawain spoke, choosing to ignore the look that Isulet gave him.

Isulet was about to reply when Arthur held up his hand for the column to stop. Gawain pulled his horse on a tight reign, narrowly missing Galahad's horse by a couple of metres. Isulet groaned in protest, but stopped when she saw what was up ahead and stopped in shock. Ahead there was a large stocky Clydesdale with a saddle and no rider. Next to it was a small Dartmoor pony with a small bundle on it. Morgan shrieked and threw herself to the pony and swung the bundle up in the air. All the knights sucked in their breath when they realized the bundle was a child. Isulet slipped down, despite Gawain's protests and walked over to Morgan, who was holding the bundle close to her. Morgan turned when she saw Isulet and smiled as an answer. Holding out the bundle Isulet saw it the child was a girl, and was shivering violently. The girl had thick black curly hair that covered her face. She seemed about eight because of her size. What scared Isulet was most the fact that the child was shivering so much. Her lips were only slightly pink. Her hands were small and had a blue tinge to them. Her eyes when she opened them were chocolate brown.

"Mummy me and Elerea ran and took Squall and ran, just like you said we should." The little girl muttered.

"It's okay Cerridwen, I'm here. I'm going to give you to Isulet, who's going to look after you." Morgan murmured.

"The Isulet you told me about?" Cerridwen's eyes lit up.

"Yes, but now she's a healer and she's going to help you." Morgan reluctantly handed the small bundle to Isulet who walked over to one of the wagons and swung herself up.

Slowly and carefully Isulet chafed some life back into the pale blue skin of Cerridwen. Then she wrapped her up in blankets. Taking a healing potion she poured it down Cerridwen's throat, eliciting a cough. After that Isulet pulled more furs over Cerridwen and waited for the child to settle. But Cerridwen found it hard to settle, she was so cold. Slipping inside the blankets Isulet framed Cerridwen's body with hers, creating a pocket of warmth around the child. Cerridwen turned and curled into Isulet, who was the closet source of warmth she could find. After a while her breathing evened and Isulet knew the girl was asleep. When she tried to move the girl clung onto her, so in the end Isulet lay back down and gave up trying. She didn't mean to fall asleep, but lying down next to the small child it was hard, so in the end Isulet fell asleep herself, letting pleasant dreams comfort her. Looking in a while later Morgan smiled to see the tow curled together. What relieved her most was that her child looked so much better; she looked so much like her father when she was sleeping. Morgan wiped a tear from her eye and trotted over on Squall to where Tristan was waiting for her.

Author's notes: Sorry it's so short and it's taken so long. First I was on holiday and then I had a writer's block, not fun. But here is my latest offering, hope you enjoyed.