Thanks for the reviews so far, here's the next chapter. King Arthur character's do not belong to me. Only Raine!

Chapter 4

The ride back to Hadrian's Wall was quiet at first until Bors, Gwain, and Galahad started talking. "I don't like it. Rome. If he's here to discharge us, why doesn't he just give us our papers?" "Is this your happy face?" Galahad grinned and Raine laughed.

"Galahad, do you still not know the Romans? They don't scratch their asses without holding a ceremony."

"Why don't ye just kill him, and then discharge yourself after?" He glanced at them.

"I don't kill for pleasure. Unlike some." Tristan had ridden up to hear the conversation adn replied to the comment that Galahad had just made. "Well, you should try it someday; you might get a taste for it." Gwain laughed. "Tristan doesn't kill for pleasure." They looked at her as she smiled. "He kills for fun." They laughed. "It's part of you. It's in your blood." "N-no-no." He laughs and shakes his head. "No. As of tomorrow, this was all just be a bad memory." "Oh..." Bors says as Galahad rides up ahead.

"I've often thought what going home would mean after all this. What will I do? It's different for Galahad. I have been in this life longer than the other. So much for home-it's not so clear in my memory." Raine listened. Home. She had often wondered how every one else was doing. Her mom, dad, Jade. Her heart ached to go back, but it also ached to stay with the knights that had become her second family. She was brought back to the conversation when Lancelot started talking.

"Well if this woman of Gwain's is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gwain's house. His wife will welcome the company." She smiled. "I see. Then what will I be doing?"

"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me," Lancelot replied as he rode away.

"Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?" Raine burst into laughter along with Bors. "What about you love?" She looked up at Gwain.

"What about me?" "What will you do?"

She sighed and looked ahead. "I'm going back home cause I promised that I would. Besides, I don't think that Jade is doing so well on her on."

"You'll be back soon. And if your family doesn't want you back you could always travel with me." "If I don't kill myself before that happens," she muttered under her breath loud enough for Bors to hear.

They entered the wall and into the stables where Jols was waiting. "Welcome back, Arthur." "Jols." Lancelot nodded. Gwain got off the horse first and then helped Raine down. She sighed in annoyance as the Bishop dismounted. "Bishop, please, my quarters have been made available to you." "Ah yes. I must rest." They walked out past Vanora and the children. "Let's get you cleaned up," Dagonet told her as he helped her in. She only smiled and walked into her bedroom. Her side needed stitches and as soon as Dagonet told her that she bolted out of the room. Needles had always scared her for some odd reason. It took both Tristan and Lancelot to hold her down. After 20 minuets, she had been stitched up and rebounded. They walked into the fortress and sat at the table. Raine sat five seats away from Arthur. They talked and laughed until Arthur stood. "Let us not forget that we are the fortunate ones." The knights stood and raised their goblets.

"Let us raise our wine to those gallant and extraordinary men we have lost but who will be remembered for eternity." They took a sip. "To freedom," Bors yelled. "To freedom," they others replied. The Bishop soon entered and the knights and Arthur stood. "A round table? What sort of evil is this?" Jols sighed and replied. "Arthur says for men to be men, they must first all be equal."

"I was given to understand that there would be more of you."

"There were. We have been fighting here for fifteen years, Bishop."

"Of course." He took a goblet and went to sit beside Arthur.

"Arthur and his knights have served with courage to maintain the honor of Rome's empire on this last outpost of our glory. Rome is most indebted. To you, noble knights, your final days as servants to the Empire." Lancelot looked up from his drink. "Day. Not days." The Bishop smiled and sat and the others followed suit. "The Pope's taken a personal interest in you. He inquires after each of you, and is curious to know if your knights have converted to the word of Our Savior or..." "

They retain the religion of their forefathers. I've never questioned that." Arthur interuptted.

"Oh-of course, of course. They're pagans. Except the girl." She glared at him.

"How would you-"

"You're lucky that you haven't been exterminated for your lies."

"What?" "You're Roman Catholic are you not?" She looked at the others uneasily. "I thought so." He sighed and continued.

"For our part, the church has deemed such beliefs innocence. But you, Arthur. Your path to God is through Pelagius? I saw his image in your room." Raine blocked out the rest of the conversation. 'How did he know that? I haven't worn the cross since I was found. How?' She tuned back when she heard the Bishop say "Gentlemen and lady. Your discharge papers with safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire. But first, I must have a word with your commander." She looked and the standing knights, before standing and walking out. She had just walked out when she heard Galahad call out her name. "Raine." He grabbed her arm. "You're Roman Catholic." She wrenched her arm from him. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"I thought you were Sarmation," Lancelot said as he looked at her in confusion .

"I said I didn't want to talk about it Lancelot so drop the subject, okay?" She growled and ran away.