Chapter 19

They made it back to the wall. It seemed like ages. They were all severely wounded and exhausted. They brought Tristan up to the healer's room. The healer was sent to work right away. The other could wait, for Tristan was the worse. Bors brought Lyndsey to her room and laid her down. It was amazing that she had survived a battle like that. He let Vanora clean her up. The knights went to their separate rooms and tried their best at cleaning themselves up.


A week had gone by, and Tristan had still not woken up. The knights were healed for the most part. Lyndsey would help them with their stitching and such, just to keep her mind off of Tristan. She would spend every night with him, watching him, making sure he was breathing, praying that he would wake up. She hadn't gotten much sleep and didn't eat much. Everyone tried to get her to eat, but she wouldn't. Bors had told everyone that she was pregnant, which made them want to try and help her even more. They knew what she was doing wasn't healthy for the baby, but nothing they said or did would persuade her. Vanora had finally convinced Lyndsey to go to the tavern and help out. It would keep her mind off of Tristan and allow her to cope better.

One day while working in the tavern, Lyndsey heard a scream. She knew immediately who it was. She dropped her pitcher, and ran all the way to Tristan. She slammed the door open to see him swatting and flailing about in his bed. Lyndsey went immediately over to him, followed by the knights. She tried to calm him down, but was slapped across the face by Tristan's arm. She knew it wasn't intentional, but seeing him like this made her sit on the floor in shock. Arthur picked her up and took her to his room. He placed her on the bed and went to leave. She began crying, and he couldn't just leave her there. He walked back over to her and allowed her to cry on him.

"It's okay. He didn't mean it."

"No, I know that. It's just; I can't bear to see him like this. He is in so much pain; he refuses the help that is offered. It is like he doesn't have the will to live." She cried.

"Of course he does. He's got a beautiful wife and a child on the way. What more is there to live for than that?" Arthur asked her trying to make her see differently. She continued to cry and soon fell asleep from pure exhaustion.


She woke to find Guinevere sitting next to her.

"Hello. How are you feeling?"

"Good. Tired, but I suppose good."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes, extremely." Guinevere gave Lyndsey a bowl of fruit, a plate of meat, and some water. The whole thing looked pre done, so it must have been planned. Lyndsey didn't care though. She ate the food very quickly. When she was done, she noticed Guinevere looking at her.

"What?" she asked.

"O nothing. I was just wondering what a woman was doing fighting with the knights."

"O, well, I'm married to one of them and I just learned how to fight and decided to join them."

"They didn't oppose you? Usually women aren't allowed."

"Yes, well, I had a bad experience when I came here, and they taught me how to fight. Ever since then, I guess I just became part of the family."

Guinevere was content with that answer. "Well, it is good to know that woman can still fight along men. Now, you need to get some more sleep."

"No, I have to see Tristan."

"Please, you need your rest, please."

"No! I have to see my husband, please?" Lyndsey asked almost crying. Guinevere just sighed and nodded. They made their way out of the room and towards Tristan's. Guinevere waited outside as Lyndsey went in.


Lyndsey stepped into the room. She saw Tristan lying there with Mya and Leena sitting next to him. They watched as she walked over to him very slowly. Lyndsey sat down on the bed next to Tristan. She noticed his shallow breathing and pale face. She brushed his hair out of his face. He would need to re-braid it again. That is what she decided to do, since she had nothing else to do. She grabbed a comb from the table and took out his braids. She brushed his hair and parted it. She started braiding the strands in front of his face, when she saw two brown orbs staring right at her. She gasped and noticed that Tristan was awake.

"Tristan?" she asked hesitantly.

"Hey beautiful."

"O my God. Are you okay? How are you? Do you need anything? I was so worried about you!"

"Calm down. I'm fine. Just a little exhausted. How are you and the baby?"

She just smiled. Against all the odds, he still had time to ask if she and the baby were okay. "We're fine."

"Good."

"Do you need anything?"

"Some water, please." Lyndsey went over to the water pitcher and poured him a glass. He drank it all in one gulp practically.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Well, you could finish what you started." He said while pointing to his hair. She just smiled and sat back on the bed. She started braiding his hair again. His hair was a little tangly so she was subjected to use force to get the knots out.

"Ow!"

"Well, if you combed your hair every once in awhile, it might not hurt as much." Tristan just glared at her. She started laughing.

"This is not funny!"

"O quit whining you big baby." She said with a smile.

"A baby huh? I'll show you." He started tickling her. She was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

"Tristan, stop! Please I can't breathe! Aaagh! Stop!" Finally he stopped and she lay there regaining her breathing. She then punched him in the arm.

"Meanie!" she said childishly.

"O so know who's the big baby?"

"Shut up." She smiled. She finally was able to finish his hair. It looked much cleaner and healthier. She then left to get some food for him and herself.

"Wow, is all that for me?"

"No, this is for you, this is for me." She said while taking a big plate full of food. Tristan gave her a look. "What? I am eating for two remember? I have an excuse for eating a lot."

They sat in silence as they ate. Lyndsey would occasionally look at Tristan to make sure he was okay. She noticed he became weary and couldn't pick up his spoon. She went over and sat next to him.

"Here, let me."

"I can do it."

"No, you can't. You can barely keep your eyes open. Just suck up your pride for 5 minutes and let someone help you." She said without giving him any room to talk. Tristan sighed and nodded. She fed him his dinner and lied him back down. She made sure he had everything he needed and left him to sleep. She went back to Arthur's room and fell asleep.


A week later, everyone was back to normal. Tristan was up walking around and everyone was back to their normal ways.

Arthur and Guinevere were to be married today. Everyone was bustling around trying to get things ready. Lyndsey was in Guinevere's room making the finishing touches on the wedding dress.

"You look really beautiful Guinevere."

"You too. You are absolutely glowing. And look, you can see the baby!" shouted Guinevere. Lyndsey had started to show. She was 4 ½ months along, and you could start to see a small bump. Lyndsey was absolutely thrilled. If you would see her anywhere, you would see her rubbing her stomach or her hand lightly lying on top. She was beaming.

Later that day, everyone gathered around the stones to see Arthur and Guinevere wed. It was magical. Seeing them up there, you knew that they would be great leaders. The knights and Lyndsey stood off to the side. Tristan had his arm around Lyndsey while she held onto her stomach. They would make a perfect family. Arthur and Guinevere were wed and it would be a start to a wonderful new life.