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Chapter 5

Isabel stared at Tristan speechless. She had tried to look for him among the knights despite her confusion. Tristan was her favourite of all of them, and now when he stood there infront her and said her name, Isabel was shocked. For some reason she felt like she would be in safe with him. She still couldn't say anything, and Tristan looked like he didn't believe what he had just said. Isabel felt like she was going to faint again, because she was still scared and flustered about everything what had happened. She was very confused and she had feelings which she couldn't descripe.

"Do you know who she is?" King Arthur watched at Tristan at amaze.

"Hey, she is fainting!" Lancelot yelled before Tristan had time to answer.

Tristan acted fast and reached to take a firm grip of Isabel, before she fell to snow. Then he lifted her up to his arms and watched to Arthur serious expression in his face.

"I've seen dreams about her."

Other knights, who heard his words, seemed amazed, but not Arthur.

"Merlin." He said so quietly, that no one else heard.

"I'll take her to my wagon, if it is alright?" Tristan watched at Artur, who nodded.

Tristan carried the blonde woman to his wagon and when he had covered her with a blanket, he yelled to his wagon driver, that they could follow others. Galahad had taken his horse, so he stayed with the woman on the wagon and watched her. It didn't take long, when she woke up again and Tristan saw her green eyes watching him with curiosity.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want a little water?" Tristan asked.

Isabel nodded a little and when Tristan put a cup of water to her lips, she drank eagerly.

"Slow down. You don't want to get ill because you drink too fast." Tristan said taking the cup away. "Can you speak already?"

"I guess so." Isabel answered quietly.

"I am Tristan." He said and when Isabel had nodded, he continued. "Is your name Isabel? I'm not sure, but I feel like that is your name. I don't know why."

"Yes, that is my name." She said wondering still that how Tristan could know that. But in the other hand she also knew his name before he said it. She just didn't tell that to him.

"Where are you from?" Tristan asked the question, which had caused wondering among all knights.

"Canada." She answered. She still kept her answers short, because her throut was still sore.

"Canada? Where is that?" Tristan had never heard from that place.

Isabel realized that she was in year 650 or so. Americas would been discovered about 1000 years later, so the people of that time didn't know anything about the continent, which was other side of the world. She at least thought, that she was in Britain at the time of King Arthur.

"It is far away from here." Isabel answered. She knew that it wasn't point of even try to explain him, where her home country was, probably he wouldn't understand it.

"How did you end up here?" Tristan asked then. He was as flustered as Isabel was, and he wanted some answers.

"I don't know." She answered thruthfully knowing that it wasn't really the answer Tristan was waiting for.

Just then the wagons stood and face of King Arthur appeared between the wagons curtains.

"Ah, you have waken." He said, when he saw Isabel sitting in wagon. "What is your name?"

"It is Isabel, like Sir Tristan said earlier." Isabel said figuring out that she wasn't supposed to know that he was a knight.

"You have told her who we are?" It was more like a comment than a question.

"I am not." Tristan said watching Isabel and wondering that how could she know, that his title was sir.

Both men watched to Isabel waiting for an answer, she didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure should she tell about the dreams, probably these two wouldn't believe her. She decided to act like she couldn't speak again, because she needed time to come up with an answer which might satisfy everyone, at least for a next couple of days until she would figure the way, she could get back to her time and to her own life. Both men gave up, when they saw that Isabel couldn't or didn't want to tell them how she apparently knew, who they were. Isabel also wondered how Tristan knew her name, he couldn't have similar dreams like she had, she thought that it was impossible. But in the other hand she was there among the knights, the thing which she still yesterday thought to be impossible. She did a mental note to ask about it from Tristan, but she would do that later.

"We are approaching a small town and I thought that you should get some more... Appropriate clothes." Arthur watched at Isabel.

"Yes, maybe you are right." Isabel admitted. She understood that she looked very strange in other's eyes. She hadn't been among the other knights yet, but she guessed that they might find her somehow strange.

"I can send Lancelot and Tristan to get clothes for you. You might attract too much attention, so it is better if you stay here for so long."

Isabel just nodded and when they were ready to carry on their way, Tristan joined other knights and rode the rest of the way. Isabel was a little relieft about it, because she wanted to sort out all what had happened after she had fallen down at Carlo's back. When she remembered her own horse, she wished that the black stallion was alright. It also came to her mind, that in case he had appeared back to stable without her, it would cause havoc there. Also her mother would be very worried, when Isabel would be nowhere at found. At least she thought that there wouldn't be her body laying anywhere, she didn't feel like she was dead, but her whole mind and apparently also her body was far, far away from her homecountry.

When Tristan joined the other knights and got to saddle, others watched him with curiosity.

"Where is she from?" Galahad was the first to speak.

"Isabel?" Tristan asked knowing very well, that she was the one Galahad meant.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure. She said that she is from country called Canada, but I have never heard of it." Tristan said thoughtfully.

"Either have I." Galahad said and others said the same.

They rode in silence for a while, when others saw that Tristan wasn't too keen of talking about the woman, who had suddently joined them more of necessity than a free will.

When they were close the the little town, which Arthur had meant, Tristan went back to his wagon and found Isabel there in her deep thoughts. She turned to look and him and smiled weakly.

"I and Lancelot will go to look clothes for you." Tristan stated. "I think we can find clothes which suits you."

"Do you know my size?" Isabel asked thinking that if she told him that she was size 9 he would be just more flustered, probably they didn't use that kind of sizes like people in Canada on 21th century.

"I can estimate it. You'll need shoes too." Tristan said.

"Yes, I guess I do." Isabel nodded.

"I will be back in couple of hours." The scout said and then he was again gone.

When the group had stood ten minutes outside of the town, Isabel felt that her feet were so numb, that she had to walk a little. She got out of the wagon and met immediately four pairs of interested eyes. She saw that besides Tristan and Lancelot, also Arthur, Galahad and two other knights were probably in town. Isabel stood hesitating by the wagon and she thought just of going back there, when a tall blonde knight approached her. He watched the woman, who looked like she was a rabbit which had been trapped. Isabel took few steps backwards, because she wasn't sure what these knights would do to her. Tristan, Arthur, Lancelot and Bors seemed nice, like did Gawain, but Isabel didn't know what the others thought of her. She tried to look for familiar faces, but she didn't see even one of them.

"Don't be scared. I won't hurt you." The knight said with calm voice and touched gently Isabel's arm. She relaxed a little, but was still ready to jump back to wagon, somehow she knew that no one would follow her there. Isabel nodded slighty and the knight continued.

"I take you want to stretch your legs a little. You have stayed there in the wagon since we found you." He smiled a little and Isabel noticed that it was a very nice smile. "I am Sir Gareth."

"That is true. I need some excercise." She answered. "My name is Isabel." She added, though she suspected that everyone knew it by now. She was the freak in this group after all, she though a bit dryly when she noticed, that all other knights were still staring at her.

Sir Gareth just nodded and then he turned to others.

"Alright, the show is over. Go back to that what ever you were doing and let her be in peace."

"Thank you." Isabel said with a little voice, when the other knights went back to do their things.

Sir Gareth and Isabel walked together around the camp talking and Isabel found the blonde knight to be very good company, but she was still a little in alert around him. After a while they heard hoofbeat and four horses appeared soon to the camp. Isabel saw Tristan immediately and went to him.

"Did you find clothes for me?" She asked brushing Tristan's brown horse by the neck at the same time.

"Yes we did. Lancelot has two dresses and shoes for you. I think those should fit you just well." He said getting down from the saddle. Isabel was holding his horse by the bridle and caressed gently his head, which got Tristan thinking.

"You like horses, don't you?"

"Yes. I have a horse back in home..." Isabel answered and felt a little sad, when Carlo came to her mind.

"Yes." Tristan said thoughtfully. "I can talk to Arthur, if you want a horse of your own to ride."

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Then Lancelot came to them carrying the clothes, which they had found for Isabel and gave them to her.

"Here are your clothes." He said and glanced towards three knights, who were staring at them. "You should change them right away."

Isabel nodded taking the clothes and when Tristan and Lancelot watched after the blonde, who got to the wagon, Lancelot said a little worry in his voice.

"Some of the men think that she is a sorceress. That is alarming, specially in the times like this."

"I've heard about it as well." Tristan said. "But she hasn't shown a signs which would make her a sorceress. Not taking in count the way we found her and her clothes."

"That is true. Maybe the presence of Merlin have made us just a little too cautious." Lancelot said thoughtfully.