A/N: ok, I'm back. Fear me, actually no, fear the knights. And me. So, heres another chapter. It's over 1000 words long, and I'm already working on the next chapter, so I'll post it two days max. last week to the day, I had my dance concert which went very well. The night after that I had my school showcase, which happens once every 3 years. So for the past week I've been working on 4 hours sleep. Now, however, are holidays, so expect a lot of chapters to be posted. Hope you enjoy this one xD

Wanderer of the Roads: fear you? Pray tell me, why should I :P? ehehehehehehe. Just so long as you get the time to do the things that you like, that's good. Such as writing xD to compensate for the shortness of the chapter, I made sure that there was some humour in it. Glad it was good xD not bad Lancey, just very one-minded Lancey hehe. You've got homework --sings-- I don't – it's the hols now. For 2 weeks. Which does mean, keep your eye out. I might be bothered getting a new story of which I've written quite a bit of, up. And you better update too, okay? I promise to update in two days at the latest. Hope you like this one, and I'll talk to you soon xDDD

DirrtyXtina87: which way do you mean break? Okay, that's my sick mind poking through. He is definitely one of a kind! And we do so much need our precious. I see some Bors nad Lancelot competition appearing in the soon-to-be-light darkness. Thankies for the kind words. I hope this meets your wants.

Daydream1: I'm so great, I loved that chapter so much that I kept re-reading and re-reading it. Hope you like this chapter! Oh and thanks for your oh-so-kind words, I really appreciate it xD

Gwenn0: you're sorry for the delay in reviewing, I'm sorry for not posting this chapter. I believe we are even xD I know, I get so annoyed when my characters say to me "no way Jenn, I'm not doing that. I am SO doing this though" and they go off on their own merry way. It really gets to me. I agree, we do know our characters really real. Basically every single one of my characters are real to me, and we even have arguments xD thanks so much for your review, I love reading reviews – reviews are love. And I'm so glad you like my story, I hope you enjoy the chapter xD

FFAMasquerade2005: oooh thanks so much xD oh and welcome, as a reviewer xDDD I'm glad that you find I have humour in the right places, that means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll update again very soon xD

Vanora twisted the dirty hair out of the way, around one side of Honor's neck. For the past few minutes, since Lancelot left, the room had been in silence. Vanora had worked quickly on washing Honor's arms which had dirt engraved in the wounds. Following Honor's arms, she'd started to clean Honor's back.

Honor flinched, the first sign that she was actually alive since Lancelot had left the room. Vanora sighed softly. She, and everyone else, could only imagine the pain that Honor was in, both physically and mentally.

"Honor?" She murmured softly.

No response did she get.

"Honor," she said a bit more loudly. "Honor."

Still no response did she get.

"Honor?" she moved around from the back of the tub, to the side, and looked at the girl anxiously.

"What?" Honor snapped, glaring at her.

Vanora was about to snap back, but then hesitated as she noticed a telltale shimmery trail down Honor's face. Honor was crying. What surprised Vanora the most however, was the fact that she never felt Honor moving at all when the latter was crying, and Vanora had had her hands on Honor's back for quite a few minutes.

Lancelot shrank back as Bors stood up and walked around the table so that he was standing just behind Lancelot.

"Bors," Lancelot said meekly.

"Lancelot," Bors put his hands on Lancelot's shoulders and squeezed. "So tell me, what have you been doing recently?"

"Rescuing Honor?" Lancelot tried, wincing at all the pressure that was being inflicted onto his shoulders.

"Who have been the barmaids?" Bors hissed, his question only too clear.

"Well…Lucille, Octavia, Claudia, Keali, Marina…" Lancelot counted on his fingers, but was broken off by Gawain's laughter.

"Bors, I think you have your answer. I cannot see Lancelot would be a greater enough fool to bed Vanora under your very eyes. It would be suicidal," Gawain chuckled, patting Bors' hand.

"You haven't been with Vanora?" Bors hissed to Lancelot.

"No…" Lancelot shook his head.

Bors nodded his head and walked back to his seat.

"Not since before Honor," Lancelot continued, muttering into his cup.

Gawain stared at Lancelot. "You've been with Honor?" he asked in Lancelot's ear.

"Before we rescued Honor," Lancelot explained.

"Oho," Gawain nodded, and hiccupped. "Who was the last one?"

"Octavia," Lancelot took a swig of his ale.

"When was that?"

"The night we were told that we were going to travel to the village."

"Who was the last before that?"

"Kaeli."

"When?"

"The day and then the night and then the day before Octavia. In that order."

Gawain started laughing and slapped Lancelot hard on his back for the seventeenth time that evening.

Dagonet chuckled to himself. Following Lancelot and Bors' interlude, Gawain and Lancelot had involved themselves in a brief conversation. Tristan was sitting there silently, munching on an apple. Galahad still had Phaedra perched on his knee. And Bors? Bors was earbashing Dagonet about Lancelot, Vanora, Sarmatia, and of course, the bastards.

"Where are the bastards?" Dagonet finally broke in over Bors' endless chatter. 'Really, he's worse then the gossiping noble women who have nothing better to do with their days then gossip about who's marrying who, and discussing the latest rumours.'

"I don't rightly know," Bors shrugged. "I'm sure they're around somewhere. I'll be bound that a maid has been hooked into looking after the entire bunch."

Dagonet snorted. The maid must have been tipsy to agree to look after the bastards. There was nothing that anyone had against the bastards personally, only, when they were running around and pelting each other with food that was meant to go to the pigs or some other type of livestock…well that's when the bastards drew the line at being so cute.

Vanora sat on the bed, next to Honor.

"Better?" she murmured, stroking Honor's hair.

Honor shook her head violently.

"What do you want me to do? Go away? Leave you?" Vanora stiffened, pondering Honor's answer.

"I just want…oh lord," Honor broke off.

"Do you want me to leave?" Vanora asked again.

"No," Honor shook her head.

Vanora thought matters through in her head.

"I'll be back, very soon Honor. I just need to go and get something," Vanora slid of the edge of the bed.

Honor didn't acknowledge the fact that she had heard Vanora, but Vanora knew that Honor had heard every word spoken.

Vanora slipped quietly into the tavern.

'Please God, please don't let Lancelot be drunk yet. If he is, he'll do more harm then good,' she thought, praying to a God she wasn't sure of – Arthur's God.

Walking quickly over to the table where the knights were seated, she was relieved to see Lancelot sitting next to Gawain and looking bored.

"Lancelot," she said, standing next to the knight.

Blinking, Lancelot looked up.

"Vanora?" he asked, sounding very tired.

"I need your help," Vanora said, annoyed at herself for having to disturb the already tired and drained knight.

"Honor?" Instantly, Lancelot looked awake.

Vanora nodded her head.

Lancelot shot to his feet, looking very concerned.

"Come, let us go immediately," he said, putting his hand on Vanora's shoulder in order to guide her out of the tavern.

"Van?" the single word stopped Lancelot and Vanora in their tracks.

Lancelot cursed under his breath. Bors had been suspicious before. Now? Who knows.

Bors stood up. Moving over to Lancelot and Vanora he picked Lancelot's arm off Vanora and dropped it, staring at Lancelot.

"Where to now, eh? Your chambers Lancelot?" Bors said, a sneer etched over his face.

"Bors, Honor needs Lancelot," Vanora interrupted her lover's speech.

Bors just continued to stare at Lancelot.

"Bors," Dagonet stood up.

Vanora sighed inwardly. If there was one man who could keep Bors at least semi-calm and under control, it was Dagonet.

"Vanora would never be unfaithful to you. She loves you. You know this," Dagonet continued, walking around the table to stand next to Bors.

"Do not judge things when you are drunk…even though you have no better judgement when you are sober," Tristan commented dryly, peering up at Bors through the curtain of his hair.

Unfortunately for Bors and luckily for Tristan, even though the rest of the table heard Tristan and sniggered, it appeared that Bors hadn't heard.

Vanora approached Bors slowly. "You know you have my love."

Bors stared at Vanora, then blinked and nodded. "Quite right, quite right," he muttered, half collapsing into Dagonet's chest.

Gawain looked up from the table and hiccuped. "Dear me, Bors. I know that you love Dagonet as a brother, but I had no idea that you loved him quite like that."

Bors turned around, still held by Dagonet – and glared at Gawain. "What I would do to you if…"

"If?" Gawain looked at Bors slyly.

"Well," Bors belched, then looked coyly at Vanora, "'xuse me, Van."

Vanora inclined her head, and then hissed to Lancelot – "come."

Amidst Bors' loud rumbling answer to Gawain, Vanora and Lancelot snuck out of the tavern.