No One, But You

by Marie9000

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the movie King Arthur. Thank you.

A/N: Well, I didn't get the job, so there'll only be one chapter this time. I'm still looking for a job though, possibly at either the grocery store across the street, or a Barnes & Noble. This chapter's a little short, but I didn't think you all would care, as long as I update.


HyperSquishy – Yay! I got Tristan! I got Tristan! does a happy dance hehehe!

newsieskane – Thanks! I try to make it a good relationship.

Elfvamp-1-13-97 – She really is a stubborn ass, isn't she?

boondockgal – Is she too mean? I wonder if I should pull back on her leash a little….Nah!

Lauraine – Tristan's my favorite too! I say they should make a plushie Tristan.

sarmatian-woman – Thanks for the review.

animechix666 – I'll take brownies too! Hmm, some Tristan and Isolde action? Maybe soon…… :P

Captain Annie – I guess I should start putting the thoughts like 'this', that does seem more practical. I love your reviews, their so nice and long. :D

Litha2124 – I love Tristan too! And thanks for the two reviews last time.


The carriages had left and now Isolde stood with Guinevere and the Sarmatian knights. At her feet was a borrowed sword and shield. Guinevere had the same.

Isolde's eyes squinted as the cold wind blew and the Saxon army arrived. It seemed like it took them forever to finally show.

"Hold until I give the command," Arthur said, watching the Saxon's intently.

"You look frightened," Lancelot said to Guinevere. "There's a large number of lonely men out there."

"Don't worry, I won't let them rape you," Guinevere replied. Isolde almost laughed.

Her eyes caught the movement of a Saxon archer. He launched an arrow towards them, but it fell short and skidded on the ice.

"I believe they're waiting for an invitation," Arthur said, looking down the line. "Bors, Tristan."

Guinevere gave him a slightly puzzled look, "We're far out of range."

He just smiled in return.

Isolde watched as Tristan and Bors launched arrows across the ice, and she smirked as two Saxons fell dead.

She heard a distant, "Let's go!" and the Saxon's began to march across the ice. She readied her bow, catching one last look from Tristan.

"Aim for the wings of the ranks," Arthur told them. "Make them cluster."

She took aim and fired her arrow, taking note of the Saxon's that fell on the right. Remaining Saxons began to move toward the middle.

Firing another arrow, more Saxons fell on the left. As the remaining Saxon's clustered, she could hear the ice cracking.

Through the cracking, "Hold the ranks!" could be heard, over and over.

The Saxons continued to march and spread only slightly. The continued to groan, but it did not break.

"It's not going to crack," Arthur said, slightly panicked. "Fall back. Fall back! Prepare for combat!"

Isolde complied and picked up the sword and shield. She was ready to spill as much Saxon blood as possible.

Next to her, Dagonet seemed slightly upset. He suddenly dropped his sword and grabbed his axe. Isolde could only stare as he yelled in fury and ran forward.

"Dag!" Bors yelled.

"Cover him!" Arthur ordered them.

Dropping the sword and shield, Isolde pulled out an arrow and started to fire into the sea of Saxons.

Dagonet brought up his axe and slammed it down onto the ice. In an attempt to protect him, the rest shot down the Saxon archers. As Dagonet brought his axe down again the ice began to break.

Isolde heard a British voice yell out, "The ice is breaking!"

Right after firing an arrow, Isolde saw Dagonet suddenly stop.

"Dag!" Bors shouted, horrified at his friend being shot.

"Guinevere!" Isolde yelled, grabbing her shield again. She ran forward with her sister. She pushed the shield into Guinevere's right hand and stood behind Dagonet, firing arrows. Guinevere crouched in front him, holding Isolde's shield as well as her own.

Dagonet lifted his axe, once more, and when he brought it down, the ice finally broke. Guinevere almost fell in as it cracked and broke around her, but Isolde caught her arm and dragged her back.

Arthur, who had suddenly come forward, was pulling Dagonet back toward the other knights.

Running back toward the knights, Isolde slipped and started to fall. Before she hit the ice, two arms caught her. Looking up, she saw the familiar Sarmatian markings on Tristan's face.

She saw behind him, Guinevere was now helping pull Dagonet towards the land. Looking back to Tristan's face, she saw he was staring at the Saxons.

Turning, she saw that the ice had now completely broken. Now, the Saxons were screaming and shouting, desperately trying to escape the freezing cold waters.

"Come," Arthur told them. "We must get to the carriages."

Isolde felt a push on her lower back, and realized that Tristan's arm was around her and he was trying to get her to move. Feeling tired and worn out, she decided she would yell at him later and moved forward.

Just before she caught up with the other knights, she abruptly stopped and turned, facing him. Crossing her arms, she just said, "Liar."


Once again sitting in the wagon, Isolde looked upon Dagonet. He had a Saxon arrow sticking out of his shoulder.

"He is our healer," Gawain said, sadly. "We do not trust the Roman healer at the fort, so we have no other."

"What about Evelyn?" Isolde asked, looking at Guinevere.

Guinevere's eyes widened a little, contemplating. She nodded and stood.

"I will go find her and tell her she is needed," Guinevere said.

Isolde nodded, looking back to Dagonet. Guinevere climbed out of the wagon and headed toward the forest at a run.

"Who is Evelyn?" Gawain asked.


A/N: Okay, now remember READ and REVIEW. I cannot imply that enough!