No One, But You

by Marie9000

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie King Arthur. Thank you.

A/N: Woo! I love getting reviews, they're so much fun to read. Right now I'm in a Harry Potter daze. Read the book and I'm in heaven and I'm sobbing. Remember to Read and Review!


LANCELOTTRISTANBABY - Dedicated reviewer, aren't ya?

FlameBlaze1 - Yep, it does suck.

Gondorian Archer - I love cliffhangers too, that's why I use 'em!

Elfvamp1-13-97 - Here's your explanation.

Captain Annie - Yeah, I like calling him the braided idiot, it's my new name for him. Another long and good review, and very helpful too!

Evenstar-mor2004 - I got the first virus from my cousin on IM and it all just went to crap after that. I heard that they were going to make a sequel, but a lot of people were upset about Tristan's death, so now if they do make antoehr, it will most likely be a prequel. No, I will not kill Dag or Lance, and look forward to more pairings.

Nymbis of the Underworld - Just wait, just wait, I go more coming soon!

HyperSquishy - Thanks! I was hopin' that their banter would sound good.

newsieskane - Ah shucks, it ain't that good.


Isolde's got a little wide and she stared at Tristan for a moment before it turned to a glare.

"I don't know what you mean," she said, turning her gaze to the forest. Why did the idiot have to stare all the time?

"Then maybe, instead of that, you could explain the Sarmatian markings on your ankles?" Tristan said. Isolde swore he was having fun with this.

Galahad bent down slightly to look at her ankles. There on the right side of her right ankle was a mark, much like Tristan's, only slightly larger.

"Hey," he said, pointing. "You do have markings."

"Do you have any more?" Lancelot asked, suggestively.

She just looked at him for a moment; did this man ever take a break from trying to seduce women?

"Actually, I have four more," she told him, smirking. "Two on my back, they signify that I am a warrior. The markings on my ankles show that I am a scout."

"And the other two?" Lancelot smiled.

Isolde pointed to Tristan, "The markings on his face are his fathers. He probably received them after his first kill. They show that he is a man and may marry. Mine are in the same place as my mothers. I received them after my first kill, I can now marry."

"Still you avoid the question," Tristan said, staring at her still. "You have a Sarmatian name and Sarmatian markings, why?"

Isolde wished she could just kill him, why did he have to know?

Letting out a sigh, she spoke, "Many winters ago, in Sarmatia, the Romans went to round up the sons from each Sarmatian tribe. When they reached the Iazyges tribe, they found that there was a shortage of sons. The Romans decided that along with the sons they would take a few daughters as well. One was Roxanna, daughter of Isolde, a tribal elder.

"When the band of Romans and Sarmatians reached Britain and began their journey to their past, they were followed by a band of Woads. The two groups clashed many times during the journey. When they did, the Woad leader would somehow always clash with Roxanna. It was said that the two came to fall in love during their fights."

"Fall in love?" Galahad interrupted. "While fighting? That's not possible."

Isolde gave him a look, "It was a rumor, not a fact."

She looked into the fire and continued, "Just before the young Sarmatians reached their post at the Great Wall, the Woads attacked a final time, killing the Romans. The Sarmatians were unharmed by order of the Woad leader. He offered them the opportunity to join the Woads and live freely. Only Roxanna and one other girl chose that path."

"What happened to them?" Galahad asked, irritatingly interested.

"The one girl married a warrior, but was unable to bear children," Isolde said, quietly. "Roxanna married the Woad leader, giving him only one child."

"So the Woads learned the names from the girls?" Bors asked, actually paying attention.

Isolde nodded silently in response.

Galahad looked extremely puzzled, "Then why does Guinevere not have the markings as well?"

"Have you noticed," Isolde started, not looking at any of them. "How the Woads look? Guinevere is a perfect example. They are tall, thin, and usually fair haired." She then unwrapped her blanket and gave them all a view of her body in her rags, "Then there is me. I do not look as a typical Woad would."

Lancelot looked impatient, "And the reason it?"

"Guinevere and I share the same father, but not the same mother. Her mother died giving birth. I am the only child of a Sarmatian and a Woad," she finished. She then shot a glare at Tristan, "is that adequate?"

He just nodded.

"How were you so familiar with my name?" she asked him.

"I am from the same Iazyges tribe as well, I knew the elder Isolde," was all he said.

Isolde felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Guinevere standing beside her. "You may bathe now," she said motioning to the caravan.

Isolde nodded and stood, Guinevere headed back toward the caravan to help Fulcinia. Before following, Isolde looked back to Tristan, "I hate you."

Gawain, Lancelot, and Bors were holding back laughs while Galahad, yet again, looked confused.

"I don't believe you've ever had that effect on a woman before, Tristan," Lancelot said, smiling.

Tristan just looked to the caravan.


Isolde was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in furs next to Guinevere. Fulcinia was asleep in front of them, she had spent the night making sure they were comfortable. She was about to snuggle deeper into the furs when Isolde heard, "Seize him!"

She sat up and heard the cry of a boy, "No!" Guinevere and Fulcinia were both up now. They all scrambled to get out of the caravan. Isolde looked around seeing Dagonet in a fighting stance against Marius' mercenaries.

She saw Marius struggling to hold Lucan. In his right hand he held a dagger. Isolde started towards him, but one of the mercenaries blocked her. She was unarmed.

"I have the boy!" Marius said, holding the dagger to Lucan's throat. Motioning to Dagonet he yelled, "Kill him now!"

Dagonet stood, waiting for the mercenaries to come at him, holding his axe. Isolde stood growling at them.

Suddenly she heard a thud and a groan come from Marius. He'd been shot, an arrow stood straight out from his chest. Guinevere calmly came to stand next to Isolde, holding a bow and readying another arrow. She aimed at the mercenaries and let it hit the ground before their feet.

Lancelot and Arthur came to stand next to the sisters. "Your hands seem to be better," Lancelot smirked. Isolde could only roll her eyes.

"Artorius!" Bors yelled, riding in on horseback. "Do we have a problem"

Arthur looked to the mercenaries, "You have a choice. You help, or you die."

Bors' horse obnoxiously hit the mercenaries' head a few times before one threw his weapons down. "Put down your weapons," he told the others. "Do it, now!"

"Yeah," Dagonet said, still in his fighting stance.

The other mercenaries put down their weapons; Jols hurriedly gathered them up. They all looked up to the sound of hooves, and Tristan came riding in.

"How many did you kill?" Bors asked.

"Four," Tristan replied, riding past him.

"Not a bad start to the day," Bors laughed.

Tristan threw down a Saxon weapon at Arthur's feet. Isolde could see that it was used for firing arrows. "Armor piercing," Tristan said. "They're close, we have no time"

Arthur nodded, "You ride ahead."

"Wait!" Guinevere said, turning to Arthur. "Isolde should go with him, she is one of our best scouts."

"No," both Isolde and Tristan said at once.

She shot him a scowl, he just ignored it, "She cannot be a very good scout if she was captured."

"Well I was good enough to track you and your fellow knights for years, and you never knew," Isolde smirked at him.

"It is decided then," Arthur said. "Isolde will ride with you."

She gaped at him and then looked to Guinevere. "This is all your fault," she mouthed.

Guinevere just smiled at her. There was a nudge on Isolde's shoulder and looked back. Tristan sat on his horse, waiting. He put out a hand, waiting. Sighing, she took a hold of it and got on behind him. Reluctantly she wrapped her arms around his waist and they took off.