Here are some translations of the made-up Celtic lanuage that the woman spoke in the last chapter. I used some Elf words from Tolkien, not mine of course, and jumbled them together.
Edan n'uma goth - You are no woad.
Manke annon sulo, taur'othar? - Will you make a strike, stranger?
Toror'? - Brother?
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Chapter 7
Reunion
Arthur, the brave, legendary commander of the Sarmatian Knights, had trouble breathing. His whole body shook, tremors racing up his limbs, as he stared at the woman standing before. Suddenly, the world seemed to be opening up like a budding flower. There she was. Arthur could no longer see anyone else, only her fixed there right there in front of him like a sort of magical apparition. Her features had changed, matured, but her beauty remained, and deep down Arthur knew it was truly her.
The commander took a step towards her, closing the distance between them slowly. Lancelot's brow furrowed at the actions of his best friend; did Arthur know this strange woman in some sort of past life? Lancelot soon got the answer he desired.
"Elaine?" Arthur whispered, as he reached forward and hesitantly took the woman's face in his hands.
The woman smiled, two single tears slipping down her rose cheeks. She looked up at the man that her brother had become. When she was littler, she used to imagine what he look like as they grew with age.
All the knights looked at each other with puzzled faces, each desperately trying to figure the relation between Arthur and this, Elaine. All except for Tristan and Lancelot. Tristan, of course knew her from that night long ago, when they were still young. Lancelot had, of course, been told by Arthur in confidence about his long lost sister.
Tristan's heart pounded so hard against his chest, that he actually grimaced. His first love had mystically appeared after nearly fourteen years, and not only that, but she had changed into a breathtaking lady. Feelings foreign and very unwanted swarmed around inside of Tristan body. Would she remember him? The scout turned away from the scene, disgusted with himself for what he felt inside. He walked over to his horse that had been brought back to him, and mounted, completely ignoring the others. As he busied himself with rearranging the arrows in his quiver, Tristan found it harder to take no notice of thoughts of Elaine, that swam in his mind. He lost his inner battle with himself, and turned back to Arthur and the woman, maintaining his mask of no emotion.
"How...Where..?" words tumbled from Arthur's lips as he stroked Elaine's face, not really believing that she could even be there.
Elaine placed her small palms on Arthur's hard hands and smiled up with such great love, "I missed you more than you'll ever know. My prays have been answered. Fourteen years have passed, and war has not taken you from this earth. Oh, Arthur."
The two embraced each other. Arthur still visually trembled as he held Elaine in his arms once again. She was alive, nothing else mattered.
"Arthur," Kay interrupted the siblings, as each looked up teary eyed at the Knights. Arthur immediately snapped out of his reverie, reluctantly released Elaine, straightened up and cleared his hoarse throat.
"Men, this woman is my sister, Elaine."
Six jaws dropped simultaneously as Arthur's admission wrung out around the stale forest air. Sister? Of Arthur? Their Arthur?
"But...you had no ..." Bors stumbled with his words just like Arthur had done seconds before,
"She's your sister?" Galahad said looking the woman up and down, causing Elaine to become flushed. She truly wasn't used to so many eyes upon her at once and it made her anxious. Elaine inched back towards Arthur as she looked towards the ground.
"Elaine, these are my knig..."
"What was she doing with the Celts?" Tristan interrupted. Each man, even Arthur soon realized that the question the scout had introduced, had been surfacing in each of their minds. Arthur turned back to his sister with a frown.
"It was the Celts?" he asked as his heart sank at the memory.
Elaine looked sadly into her brother's broken face. "Yes."
Instantly, Arthur scooped Elaine up into a tight embrace.
"Arthur, we must leave now." Tristan spoke up again, as he skimmed the trees for any more Woads. Of course, he wanted to hear the answers he had so longed for, just as much as Arthur, but now was not the time. His dark eyes frantically scanned the trees, yet his face remained calm and cool as ever. Elaine studied the dark man's face over the strong shoulder of her brother. She had honestly never seen anyone like him, and she was intrigued by his almost animalistic grace and agility. Elaine had always been one of the best archers among her people, but the moment she saw the dark man emerged from the underbrush, she knew that he could have easily taken her down.
"Yes," Arthur said as he pulled away once more, and composed himself. "We'll return to the caravan, and collect your carriage."
Elaine suddenly remember the troupe she had been journeying with. "My people? Are they alright? Will they join us?"
Arthur grew deadly silent as he looked down at Elaine. She, in turn grew frantic under his gaze, and she quickly looked in the faces of the Knights for the answer. In the distance, a neigh from a great horse could be heard, and they turned to she a tall white steed emerge from the forest. The beast trotted directly over to Elaine, ignoring the mounted men completely.
"Luka," Elaine swiftly mounted the saddle less horse, before Arthur could responded, and sped off towards the caravan. The knights stood dumbfounded for a moment before they quickly followed the woman.
When they arrived back at the sight of the massacre of Celtic travelers, Elaine had already dismounted. As she stood looking over the horrible scene, smoke from the fires blew her long wavy tresses about her face.
"Nan' arda ed' ba
Elaine's face fell, and she brought her hands up to her face, desperately trying to stop her tears from forming. Arthur was quickly at her side. "They were as they are when we arrived," he whispered to her. "The Woads don't usually journey this far East without cause. I am sorry."
After a few moments, Elaine straightened up and turned with solemn, proud face that Arthur had never seen before. "They were innocent," she whispered. "They were not warriors, and didn't know how to defend themselves against such an attack. The Woads seem to pray on the blood of the innocent, don't they Arthur." The coldness of her tone sent sadness into his heart.
"Come, we must leave."
Okay, here's this chapter's Celtic translation
Nan' arda ed' ba. - Be at peace.