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Early the next morning plans were being made on how to make it to the Woad village without the Saxons finding out about their excursion. Rosalyn and Guinevere were busy talking about all that had happened since the wedding. Rosalyn's leg was healing fast now that it was clean and free from infection. Guinevere was concerned for her friend though she knew that Rosalyn was bold, undaunted, and little hot-headed. She needed some way to keep Rosalyn in the castle while she healed, but who could take her. She knew just the right person.

Lancelot was sitting in the stables when Guinevere found him, he knew from the look in her eyes that something was going on. He also had that feeling in his stomach like something bad was going to happen. Then she addressed him.

"Lancelot, may I ask a favor of you?"

"Anything my lady" He knew he wasn't going to like this.

"As you know my friend, Rosalyn, she sustained an injury on her way here…" He kept his head towards his horse. "Well I don't think that it would be good for her to go back to the Woad village, but I must admit I don't want to be the one to try and stop her" Lancelot gave her a disbelieving look. "I was wondering if you could convince her to stay here. She's taken a liking to you whether she'll admit it or not"

"I will try if you wish it"

"I do Lancelot thank you" And she turned and left him to figure out how he was going to tie down a stallion, he thought he heard her give a small laugh as she left. This was not going to be an easy task.

Rosalyn was in her room repairing the hole in her pants. She had just put them back on when there was a tap at her door.

"Come in" It was Lancelot, and some how she liked this visit, but was also afraid of what could happen. She had often used her beauty to get information out of men, but she could always pull out when she needed there was never an attachment. She felt though, with this man she might not be able to pull out so easily.

"Hello" Lancelot saw her more beautiful now that she'd been cleaned up, she had straight brown hair that fell to her shoulder blades. She had a round face with a full pair of lips that stood out above all of it. He looked her over very quickly a nice pair of breast that led to a lean and muscled waist. He looked at her legs, clearly shown through the her tight riding pants. She had strong calves, that led to muscled thighs, that led to a round ass, he lingered here for a few seconds before speaking. "I have come on behalf of the queen"

"Oh really, what is it that she has you do that she is not capable of doing herself" If she knew Guinevere well enough she knew that she would never send some one else to talk to her unless it was going to provoke anger. Ahh of course send the equally as stubborn person to provoke the anger, maybe he could handle it, she was curious to see. "So why has Guinevere sent you, the only reason she wouldn't ask me directly is because she knew I was going to get angry"

"I had figured that" He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this calm. "She bids that you stay here while she and the Knights aid the Woad village."

"No" If the man knew what was good for him he wouldn't push it, he didn't.

"I think that you should consider Guinevere's feelings on this and comply with her wishes."

"Sir, I risked a lot to get here and I have responsibilities and duties that I cannot abandon now, I won't abandon now." She emphasized "won't"

He knew now that this was not going to end in a good way. "Do you have a husband or a lover that you have to get back too."

"No"

"Then I see no reason for you too go, we will take care of it. You need to rest and heal."

"I will not stay behind"

"And if you have no choice?"

"Who's going to stop me? You?"

"If need be"

"What are you going to do? Tie me to a desk" She was getting irritated at his persistence. She was the only person she knew who could keep up a losing battle this long.

"If it suits you, miss" He saw her jaw tighten, he knew he had struck a chord and before he could move she struck him straight across the face. For a woman she hit hard, the mark from her hand was red on his face. He stretched his face muscles.

"Sir you are not allowed to call me miss and if you do again I will aim much lower and with a knife in my hands." She left the room without further discussion. He knew he couldn't drop the subject, he had after all promised Guinevere that he would keep her here even if he did have to tie her to a desk, which was looking more and more as the only way.

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