by xx-mads-xx
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the movie King Arthur. Thank you.
A/N: Okay, so about the whole no longer being able to respond to reviews in the fic, well I like doing it, cause I want you all to know I love the reviews. I LIVE off them, so I'm asking you to let me know in your review if you want me to respond to them the new way, with a message on the thingy, can't remember what it's called… Anyways onto fic! It's not the best, but since you all wanted an update, I figured I could just go back later and revise, and let you know I wasn't dead lying in a ditch somewhere.
"Goddess be praised she didn't get herself killed."
"I'm surprised the Goddess, herself, didn't kill her for being so idiotic!"
"I heard that Guinevere," Isolde groaned. She slowly brought her hand to her eyes rubbing them. Guinevere had gone to Isolde's bedside and was smiling like a fool.
"For a long time, we were afraid you wouldn't make it," she said, holding Isolde's other hand, rubbing it. "But then Evelyn realized we wouldn't be so fortunate."
Isolde responded by sticking her tongue out. "Uhhh, even that hurts."
As Guinevere laughed at her sister, the room's wooden door creaked open, revealing Roxana.
Isolde, who could barely move her body, shifted looking to Guinevere, "Why did you let her come in?"
"Now, now," Roxana scolded her daughter. "No being could have stopped me coming to see you, daughter."
"Of course," Isolde replied, closing her eyes. "Not even the Goddess, herself, would want to deal with you."
A chuckle was Roxana's response. "Let's see, how long do you think it will take for her to heal, Evelyn?"
Evelyn, who had been watching the mother and daughters started, "Oh, um, it will most likely be at least a month till she can start fighting again."
"How long till I can walk?" Isolde asked, staring up at the roof.
"Well," Evelyn said, without thinking. "You could walk now if you wanted, it would just be very painful for-"
"Isolde!"
Isolde had already started out of the bed and was stuggling to make it to the door. Roxanna and Guinevere had both gone to her side.
"What are you thinking daughter?" Roxana said, holding her injured daughter up.
"Trying… to walk…" came the breathless response.
"Wrong question mother," Guinevere grumbled, on Isolde's other side. She put Isolde's arm around her shoulders holding her up. "Where are you trying to go?"
"Just wanted to see who survived," Isolde said still attempting to go to the door.
"Alright, hold on," Guinevere told her. She half turned to Evelyn. "Don't you need to go across the hall?"
"Yes, another knight is in need of healing there," the healer nodded, gathering some supplies.
"Come on then," Guinevere told her. Then saying to her sister, "You can come and sit in there."
Evelyn went ahead of the sisters and through the door directly in front of them. Guinevere helped lead Isolde, slowly, into the other room as Roxana left to find her husband.
Isolde had closed her eyes, wincing with every movement, but refused to stop. She thanked the Goddess as she felt Guinevere help her onto a long Roman couch. "There was another here, but he passed last night."
Isolde just nodded and opened her eyes, feeling warm sunlight on her arm. The couch was right next to a window, through which she could see the blood and body covered fields outside.
Grimacing, she turned her gaze to the bed and gasped at the sight. Tristan was lying in it, looking half-dead. He had been stripped of his clothes and was only covered to the waist by a blanket. As Evelyn was checking his wounds, Isolde could see the cuts and bruises covering his body and the large wound the Saxon lord had inflicted.
"Will he live?" she heard herself croak out.
Evelyn looked up at her, thinking. "I believe he will, but he will be hurt for a long time."
Isolde could only nod in response. It was going to be a long month.
The round table was empty, save four souls who sat together, laughing and talking.
"Dagonet'll be ready to fight again soon," Bors said, smiling. "Only problem is, there's no one to fight!"
"Bors, we're free men now," Galahad said, laughing. "We don't have to fight anymore. We can just live."
The young knight sat between his old friend Gawain and Lancelot, Bors to Lancelot's left. They had all been looking for someplace quiet to sit and just talk or have fun, and had found it here. The large round table dwarfed them all, but they found it slightly comforting.
"Let us just forget fighting for now and relax," Gawain said, leaning back.
"Well, I-"
Before Lancelot could continue, the door being opened interrupting the knights and an older Woad woman came in. She was holding a large platter of food, and smiled at them.
"A gift, to you great knights," she told them, warmly. Galahad's eyes lit up and he quickly took an apple off the platter. Gawain chuckled at his friend's eagerness, but also took some meat and ate, contentedly. Bors hadn't wasted a moment and presently had his face stuffed with food.
Lancelot, however, being the charming cad he was, was smiling at the woman. "My lady," he said, taking her hand in his own. "I don't believe we've met, I'm sure I would have remembered."
She slapped his hand away, playfully, "Oh you must be the knight, Lancelot. Guinevere told me to watch out for you." That was a lie. Guinevere had actually meant it toward the younger women, but had said it in the company of them all.
"Ah, you wound me, my lady," he smirked. "You must be her younger cousin?"
This time she full out laughed, "Oh you really are too much! No, I am Roxanna, Merlin's wife."
"'slde un 'inehere munphfer?" Galahad asked, through a mouthful of food.
She gave him a confused look, "What, boy?"
After swallowing and taking a long drink of wine, Galahad finally managed out, "Isolde and Guinevere's mother?"
"Oh, yes!" she said, smiling brightly at him. "I am, I am, and I've been wanting to catch one of you to ask something of importance."
All four knights looked up.
