by Marie9000
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the movie King Arthur. Thank you.
A/N: Finally I update! Ha ha! Anyways, for patiently waiting I will give each of you a cookie, here ya go. holds out plate of cookies I've been on a real HP kick lately. I actually updated my Underworld story, which is amazing; go check it out! I'm getting ready to update my HP story too. And I will update again soon! I'm just like you all waiting for updates, except I'm waiting for someone to write a Ginger Snaps story with a Brigitte/Sam pairing. There just aren't enough of those...
HyperSquishy - No happy dance for me? And I ain't no llama:P Now you've met Evelyn.
Captain Annie - Well, you only just got to meet Evelyn, but there will be more of her, I swear it! And there much interaction between Tristan and Isolde in this, but just wait till the next chapter, you'll be happy. This chapter's probably not very descriptive either, but I just really wanted to get it out of the way so I could write the next one.
Elfvamp1-13-97 - Yell at each other? ah, well they're not any more.
animechix666 - Brownies! Another pairing, why yes, there will be four new pairings coming into the picture soon. hee hee! XD
boondockgal - Thank you! Here is the more you requested.
punk monkey - Thank you!
L&T - Here ya go, sorry it took so long.
newsieskane - Tristan's your favorite, eh? Back off, he's mine! just kidding XD
Phantom666 - Of course I'm gonna write more! I ain't abandoning anything!
MORWEN12 - Thank you for the review.
"Evelyn is a healer, one of the best," Isolde told Gawain. "She is second only to her mother, Morna."
Gawain looked down at Dagonet, the Saxon arrow in his shoulder moving with the heaving of his chest.
"She will be able to help?" he asked.
She nodded, "I believe so."
Gawain sat for a moment, "What do we do till she comes?"
"Make him as comfortable as possible."
Isolde sat at the edge of the wagon; her arm was around Lucan, watching Dagonet. The boy was distraught over Dagonet's injury. He had taken to clutching the man's hand, not once letting go.
"Ah! Good! Christ be praised!" she heard the shouting of a man with a Roman accent. "Against all the odds Satan could possibl- Alecto!"
She got out, to stand next to the wagon, wary of leaving Lucan. She saw an old, bald man in Roman clothing going over to the young Roman, Alecto. The old man was beaming while Alecto looked somewhat uncomfortable. The man continued, "Let me see you! You have triumphed! Young Alecto! Let me see you! You are here!"
While the old man continued to fawn over Alecto, Jols had brought two men over to help him carry Dagonet to his room. Isolde carefully pried Lucan from Dagonet, promising that he could go with the man.
"Great knights!" she heard. She and Lucan turned to watch the old man face the remaining knights. "You are free now! Give me the papers," he told a man beside him beside him. "Come, come!"
A Roman guard holding a gold box came forward and presented it to Arthur. Inside were seven rolls of parchment. The old man was smiling, "Your papers of safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire! Take it, Arthur."
Arthur gave the man a stony look, coming very close to him, "Bishop Germanius, friend of my father."
With that, Arthur left, going after Jols. Lancelot grabbed the papers, giving them to each knight. He gave two to Bors, who was glaring at the Bishop.
"Come on, Bors," he said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "Let us go see Dagonet."
Isolde watched each of them leave, except Tristan who went up to the Roman holding the gold box. He put his hands on it, looking it over, and then took it without saying anything.
He came by her and Lucan, about to pass, but she stopped him. "What about Gunievere?" she asked. "She will need to get in with the healer."
"It will be taken care of," he told her, walking on.
She watched him, slightly confused. Was he upset with her? She felt a tug on her hand and looked down to find Lucan trying to pull him toward Dagonet's room. Smiling at him, she followed him through the dark hall toward a crowded room.
Bors sat next to the bed Dagonet was laying on. Gawain and Galahad stood on the opposite side, Gawain stone faced and Galahad clearly upset. Lancelot stood next to Bors, his hand over his face. Arthur was at the end of the bed, staring at the injured man, and Tristan stood in a corner, watching.
Arthur looked up when Isolde came in with Lucan. The boy ran over to the bed and once again took ahold of Dagonet's hand.
"How long will it take your healer to arrive?" Arthur asked.
"She should be on her way now," Isolde replied, her eyes never leaving Dagonet. "She'll need to be let in with Guinevere."
He nodded, "I will go out to meet them."
Isolde nodded, not really listening. She could only see Dagonet lying on the bed. The man who had seemed indestructible was now before her, struggling for breath. Lucan's eyes shined with tears, and he was whispering something.
She did not now how long she stood watching the two, but she was jerked back to awareness when a hand touched her shoulder. She turned, behind her stood a slightly shorter young woman, with long, fair hair.
"Evelyn," Isolde breathed out.
"Is this the man?" Evelyn asked, looking towards the bed.
Isolde nodded, "Yes, Dagonet." She ushered Evelyn closer, past Lancelot, and told her of what happened. "Now he's suffering from a deep shoulder wound."
Evelyn bent down, gently taking Lucan's hand from Dagonet's looked to Isolde she softly said, "Get some blankets."
Isolde and Guinevere scrambled, getting a pile of blankets. Evelyn told them to make a bed on the other side of Dagonet, on the flood. Gawain and Galahad helped them and moved back. Gently leading Lucan toward the blankets, she comforted him.
"Come now," she said. "Just lay down here for awhile and get some sleep. That's what your big…friend would want." When Lucan appeared upset, she gave him a smile, "I promise that if anything happens or he wakes up, you will be the first one to know." That, along with her hand soothingly rubbing his back, convinced the boy and he laid down, yawning.
Evelyn stood back up and went over to Isolde and Guinevere. "I'll need to be alone for awhile," she said, looking at the other knights. "I cannot have any distractions."
Isolde nodded, looking to the corner Tristan stood in. Without saying a word he left followed by Gawain and Galahad. Lancelot again put his hand on Bors' shoulder and took him to Vanora. Isolde turned going ou the door and shutting it quietly.
She walked toward the light coming from a sort of outdoor tavern. The knights were all sitting with a cup of wine, silent. She noticed that Arthur and Guinevere were gone, but said nothing.
Sitting next to Lancelot, she noted that still seemed upset with her. 'Irritating man,' she thought.
"So, that's your healer?" Lancelot asked.
She nodded, "Yes, that's her."
"She was quite good with the boy," Gawain commented.
She nodded again, "Yes, Evelyn has that motherly instinct. Guinevere has it too."
"And you?" Gawain asked.
She gave a laugh, "No, I was never given the gift of nurture. I won't make a good wife for any man or a good mother for any child."
Gawain smiled, "We'll see."
"Where is Guinevere?" Galahad piped up.
Isolde glanced at Lancelot, "She takes tonight, what she might not have tomorrow."
Lancelot's eyes hot up immediately. She looked him in the eye, willing him to understand.
"Why wouldn't she have something tomorrow?" Galahad continued.
"She and I may die tomorrow," Isolde told him, looking at the ground. "The Saxons will be here by then, no doubt. We will have to fight them."
They sat in silence for a while then. Galahad's brow was somewhat furrowed, he seemed to be concentrating on something.
"Wait!" he said, grinning. "Your Sarmatian. You could go back to Sarmatia with us."
She stared at him for a moment, "My mother is Sarmatian, I am only half. I was born here; I will die here. I have never been to Sarmatia. I cannot go back to a place that I have never been to."
Suddenly a Roman mercenary came running to them. "Saxons!" he panted. "Thousands!"
"I'll get Arthur," Lancelot said, a little to quickly. Isolde opened her mouth to stop him, but he had left already. Giving a frustrated sigh she went after the other knights to the top of the wall.
Coming to stand next to Gawain, she looked out into the dark. Hundreds of fires glowed in the sea of black. She let out a shaky breath.
"Frightened?" Tristan stood beside her, watching the glowing fires.
"No, just impatient to know if I should meet death tomorrow," she replied.
"Make way, make way!"
She looked toward the wall steps. Arthur was running up them, Guinevere right behind him. Isolde noticed Lancelot had reappeared before them.
Arthur surveyed the spots of fire in the dark. He glanced at the knights and of the serfs that stood watching him. He looked back to Lancelot, "Knights, my journey with you must end here. May God go with you."
He then made to leave; Lancelot and Guinevere shared a look.
"Arthur," Lancelot said, going after him. "This is not Rome's fight. It is not your fight. All these long years we've been together, the trials we've faced, the blood we've shed…"
He paused for a moment, but continued, "What was it all for if not for the reward of freedom? And now when we are so close! When it is finally in our grasp – look at me!" He grabbed Arthur, forcefully, "Does it all count for nothing?"
Arthur looked at him, determined, "You ask me that, you who know me best of all?"
Lancelot just stared at him, and Arthur started to leave.
"Then do not do this!" Lancelot persisted, Arthur turned to listen to him. "Only certain death awaits you here. Arthur! I beg you! For our friendship's sake, I beg you-"
He was stopped by Arthur grabbing his shoulder, "You be my friend now and do not dissuade me. Seize the freedom you have earned live it for both of us. I cannot follow you, Lancelot. I now know that all the blood I have shed, all the lives I have taken have led me to this moment."
Isolde watched Arthur leave, amazed. He would fight the Saxons tomorrow with the Woads, his people. She noticed Lancelot look to Guinevere then leave, why did he keep looking to her?
"Isolde," Guinevere said, watching Arthur leave. "We must go now."
Isolde nodded and turned to Gawain and Galahad. She gave a half-hearted smile, "We must part now."
Gawain smiled, "You could come with us and become the beautiful Sarmatain wife I've wanted."
She laughed, "No, but I am sure you'll find her." Looking to Tristan, who was watching her, she gave him a nod and said, "Goodbye."
He just tilted his head, saying nothing.
"Let's go," Isolde said to Guinevere, who nodded in agreement. With that they left.
A/N: Kinda short ending. I kinda left Bors out, didn't I? Ah well, you should see the written version of this chappie; Lancelot disappears for a while! Anyways, READ and REVIEW, I must say it every time.
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