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Chapter 4

"Isabel!" Tristan gasped in his sleep and woke up, when Bors shaked violently his shoulders. He flinged his eyes open and watched to Bors.

"Having a nightmare?"

Tristan nodded, but wasn't too eager to talk about his dream, where he had seen the blonde woman falling down from horse back and laying on the snow unconcious. One thing did bother him in that dream though. It was the white owl, which he had seen on the dream and it looked very much like the owl he had seen on previous day.

When Tristan got up, Bors watched him wondering.

"Tristan, who is Isabel?"

"Isabel?" He squinted to the big knight.

"You yelled that name on your sleep."

"I really don't know." He answered half truthfully. He didn't actually know who Isabel was, he didn't recall hearing that name earlier, but he had the feeling that it was the name of that blonde woman of his dreams. He just didn't know, how he could know it.

Bors didn't say anything to this, but glanced at his fellow knight a bit worried and thought, that he should talk with Arthur about this Tristan's behaviour before it would affect to him, when he was on the battle or scouting. That might cause problems to all of them.

When the knights rode off from the yard of the Inn, they continued their way to north. After riding a while, Arthur sent Tristan and Gawain to scout. He sent Gawain with Tristan, because he had noticed that something was pressing his mind and he didn't want to take any kind of risks. It had snowed heavily, so Tristan and Gawain's riding was slow every time when they went off from the road. Gawain observed the knight, who was riding next to him, he was silent and Gawain saw that he was deep in his own thoughts once in the while. But Tristan still was in alert all the time and observed the surroudings sending his hawk to fly once in a while, Gawain noticed it and was quite relaxed, he knew that he could trust Tristan, despite what ever was in his mind.

Suddently Gawain saw something in the snow few yards from them.

"Tristan, what is that?" He asked pointing to his left side. Tristan turned his head and saw some kind of dark block on the snow.

"I don't know. When have to go and see." He turned his horse on that direction.

Gawain followed him, and when they were by the block they saw that it was a human. Both got down from their horse and went carefully closer the human. Gawain bent down and noticed, that it was a woman, who was laying on the snow, despite she wore very strange clothes for being a woman.

She wore a trousers and a knee long boots, she had also black and white jacket, which material Gawain didn't recognize, but he felt that it was done from some kind of slippery material, when he touched it. After hesitating a little Gawain moved her hair from her face and noticed, that she had a bit beculiar figures, which brought a people from Scotland to his mind. He put his fingers carefully to her neck and turned then to Tristan.

"She is alive, but she needs help. It's best that you go and get others, they can't be far. I'll stay with her."

Tristan, who had been just staring at the strange looking woman, nodded and got back to saddle. He sent his hawk to locate others and rode then on that direction where he and Gawain had come from.

Gawain took of his cloak and put it on the top of the woman thinking that she was freezing there. He watched her wondering her clothing, and thought that where had she come from and how she had gotten there. She didn't wore any marks from any clan or people which Gawain knew.

After a while Tristan came back with Arthur and other knights their wagons following them.

"How is she?" Arthur asked when he got down from the saddle.

"She is still unconcious." Gawain said.

Arthur glanced to Bors and before he had time to say anything, Bors bent down to look at her.

"She is dressed in out of the ordinary clothes. Do you know where she came from?" Arthur watched at Gawain expressing what everyone were thinking.

Tristan had told about the peculiar looks of the woman, but everyone else believed his words only when they saw her themselves. Gawain just shaked his head as an answer.

Isabel felt cold, wet and strange. She heard voices next to her, opened carefully her eyes and noticed that she was staring to bearded face, where green eyes were staring right back at her.

"Arthur, she woke up." He said with an strange accent.

Isabel couldn't believe her ears, this had to be a dream, although she did remember totally what had happened; she had fallen down from Carlo, when he had startlet a white owl. Earlier in her dreams she hadn't felt anything physically though, now she was cold and her trousers felt wet for laying on snow. Isabel stared still the man, who he recognized as Bors. She was flustered and scared, because she didn't know what had actually happened. Suddently the face of King Arthur came to her sight.

"Do you understand, what we are talking?" He asked and when she had nodded, he continued. "Where you come from?"

Isabel opened her mouth to give an answer, but noticed, that she couldn't say anything. Her throat was very dry and she had a minor shock.

"Alright. We will help you." Arthur said comforting her and turned to Lancelot. "Help her up with Gawain."

When Lancelot touched her arm for to help her up, she startled a little.

"Do not be scared. We won't hurt you." Lancelot said quietly. Isabel felt like she could trust him and nodded a little. When Isabel was on her feet, Gawain put his cloak more tightly to her shoulders and she nodded weakly as for thank him.

Tristan stood behind other knights and he was staring the woman without believeing his own eyes. She looked just like woman in his dreams, but she wore totally different kind of clothes, like she wasn't from the world which Tristan knew.

"Can you tell your name?" Arthur watched closely the blonde woman.

"Is... Isa..." She tried to answer, but her throat was hurting so much, that she couldn't say anything.

Tristan came behind the other men right infront Arthur and Isabel, and watched straight to her eyes, then he said very quietly.

"Isabel."