A/N: I'm so sorry! The net at home crashed for the past few days and I haven't been able to get on at all I'm so sorry. So, to try and help you forgive me, have a chapter and I'll update as soon as possible with the next one xD and for all Galahad lovers, he's gonna get some loving. My friend's asked me to do so and so I'm gonna make a character that Galahad'll love xD

Honerbright: hehehehe thankies. Galahad'll get some loving, I promise you that. Next chapter xD

LANCELOTTRISTANBABY sorry about the delay, but I hope this one pleases you xD

Kal's Gal: hope you enjoy this chapter xD

Naril: heee thankies kindly. Yes her name is one of the reasons for the title. This is set – if I remember rightly – not quite a year after King Arthur. And Guinevere and Arthur married a little while ago (no children yet – that theme comes into the story) and Vanora and Bors haven't got round to marrying yet.

Wanderer of the Roads --huggles back-- you like the name? yay! xD it wouldn't be comfy would it? She willl be alright…eventually…Tristan is always wise! I thought you'd figured that. Hehe. She might, I'm not very sure. Maybe I'll ask all readers/reviewers to tell me if they think she should become Lancelot's interest. But it wouldn't be for a while though due to her 'issues'. Not only the knights get drunk but something happens xD I've plotted. Hehehe. Pretending? Mwah that's my girl. I have a dislike for maths homework. Maths as a subject isn't bad, but homework is --nods-- he is very very very sweet indeed. Oh I do talk to him xD he's cool. Actually I'm worried – he sent me a text saying he wants to talk to me tomorrow in private and I don't know what. I hope everythings okay…and that's me ranting for you. No talkies in OVER 24 hours this time --paws-- --dances in shower of cookies and cardboard knights-- xDDDD Gollum! Mwahahahahahahahahahaha oh precious. We have the precious, unlike the filthy humanises and hobbitsies. We can plot withouts them knowing oh yes precious.

Vanora looked up as she heard the sound of hooves. She stood up straight as she heard the call of the guards telling folk to move out of the way, and to open the doors. Putting Gilly in charge of his younger brothers and sisters, she walked to the stable yard. Sure enough, she could see the knights galloping towards the yard. Smiling to herself she waited in the shadows.

Arthur was the first one to arrive.

'He always looks so tired and old now,' Vanora thought to herself as she looked on silently at the King of Britain as he handed his reins to Jols.

A commotion was made, as the other six knights rode through the archway and dismounted, save for Lancelot. Vanora squinted as she looked towards that knight. There was a bundle in his arms…could it be a person? Moving towards the knights she stared openly at Lancelot.

"Where's Vanora? And the bastards?" Bors bellowed, looking around at the crowd.

Vanora grimaced. She strode forward and slapped Bors over the face.

"That's all you can think about! What in God's name is with Lancelot?"

"That'd be Honor my dear," Bors grinned. He grabbed her and kissed her openly.

From beside him, Galahad and Gawain smirked.

Vanora groaned inwardly. Pushing herself away from Bors she slapped him again and glared. Walking away from Bors, over to Lancelot she looked up at the knight who was still in the saddle with his arms around the bundle.

"What do you have, Lancelot?" she asked quietly, looking up into the knight's dark eyes which revealed nothing of what he was feeling or thinking.

Lancelot ignored Vanora. "Arthur!" he called.

Vanora stared up at Lancelot as Arthur strode over.

"What is it?" Arthur asked tiredly, running his hand through his wind-blown hair.

"Honor refuses for anyone to take charge of her while I dismount after her," Lancelot said.

"Honor? Who or what is Honor?" Vanora asked.

"Refugee from Arthur's village," Tristan said from behind her. "She's in shock."

"Make Honor stay on Glory and dismount Lancelot," Arthur said, relieving Lancelot of Glory's reins.

Lancelot nodded.

Vanora watched curiously as Lancelot bent his head and whispered to the human that was bundled in a rug in his arms. Smiling slightly, Lancelot balanced the bundle in front of his just in front of the saddle. He jumped off Glory and then reached up as two very dirty hands reached out from the depths of the rug to grab hold of his shoulders as the bundle slid off Glory and into Lancelot's waiting arms.

"Jols," Arthur motioned over to the squire.

Watching Jols take the reins and lead Glory away he continued "Lancelot…Vanora, would you help bathe Honor? And would you do something for her hair?"

Vanora nodded. "Lancelot, do you mind if I come to your chambers? Mine have the children running all over the rooms and I have no doubt that your friend there would prefer the peace and quite as opposed to having to listen to one of the most rowdy family of children here!"

Lancelot looked slightly surprised for a moment but then nodded.

'Poor Lancelot. I don't think he overly expected having a woman and a girl invade his chamber. I wonder where he'll sleep,' Vanora thought, smiling back at Lancelot.

Lancelot whispered down at the bedraggled bundle and smiled.

'How long has Lancelot been behaving like a father? Usually all he cares about is ale, women, fighting and horses,' Vanora pondered to herself as she followed Lancelot towards the knight's chambers.

Vanora opened Lancelot's door and moved a few steps into the main room which held Lancelot's bed to allow him access. Lancelot nodded his thanks as he walked in and sat on the edge of his bed, bundle still clinging onto his arms as if for dear life. Vanora shut the door and then sat on the bed near Lancelot smiling.

"And who is this visitor to the wall?" she asked gently, ever wary of Tristan's words – 'she's in shock'.

"This is Honor," Lancelot smiled at Vanora.

"Greetings Honor. You must be proud, you must be one of the first people Lancelot has ever held in his arms so gently," Vanora smiled wickedly at one of her most dear friends – Lancelot himself.

The bundle moved slightly. Lancelot looked down.

"Say hello to Van, Honor."

What Vanora could only guess would be a head – judging by the amount of hair – shook quickly and then snuggled down into Lancelot's body shape as much as possible, moulding itself into his lap and then quickly became still.

Vanora looked, puzzled, at Lancelot who bit his lip and looked down at Honor again.

"Honor, do you mind if Vanora touches your hand at least? You need to bathe to get the dirt and blood off your body and I do believe that Vanora will be the one to help you do that. Please?"

After a few seconds of tense silence between the two adults the head nodded quickly, and then stilled. A dirty paw unfolded its fingers from Lancelot's arm and snaked out slowly towards Vanora. Lancelot smiled. Vanora smiled.

Reaching out slowly, Vanora's pale hands enfolded the grubby paw in hers. "I hope you will be happy here Honor," she said softly.

"Honor?" Lancelot asked, inwardly pleased that Honor would pay attention to him only and that she would respond vaguely to Vanora.

Honor looked up at him, and, from what Vanora could see, with pure adoration stared up at Lancelot.

"Do you mind if Vanora helps you bathe now?" Lancelot said quietly.

"No," Honor shook her head furiously.

"Please, Honor. She's one of my closest friends. She would never do anything to harm you," Lancelot pleaded.

"You're trying to get rid of me? Aren't you?" Honor stared up at him and hissed.

"What! No, Honor, never. Please believe me," Lancelot stared at her, his eyes melting.

Vanora tried her luck, both thumbs rubbing the paw gently. "Please allow me to do this Honor, surely you realise that neither Lancelot nor I mean you any harm whatsoever?"

The paw snatched itself back out of Vanora's grasp.

"That's what they said. And what did they do to me?" Honor grit her teeth.

"They?" Lancelot frowned, looking down at Honor.

"Leave me be!" Honor shrieked, hitting Lancelot and crawling off his lap onto his bed.

Lancelot and Vanora watched, spellbound, as Honor crawled to the corner, the rug trailing off her tiny body, and curled up in a ball. Vanora looked at Honor in horror.

Picking up her skirts she moved backwards onto the bed to sit as close to Honor as possible without scaring the child. She then reached out towards Honor and to her amazement, Honor flung herself into her embrace, rocking and crying. Lancelot sat on the other side of Honor and put one arm around Vanora and the other one rested on Honor's back.

'Life will definitely change, not only for Lancelot, but for everyone,' Vanora thought to herself, hugging the dirty bundle close.