Chapter Three

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The knights slowly rode there horses towards the entrance of Hadrian's Wall. Galahad rode along side Bors, with the young beautiful woman Miracle sitting in front of him. Next to Bors was Gawain, who too had a young beautiful woman in front of him. Behind them, Tristan and Lancelot rode with Faith and Hope in tow.

"I don't like it." Galahad began. "Rome. He's here to discharge us, why doesn't he just give us our papers?"

"Is this your happy face?" Gawain asked laughing. Destiny sat in front of him thinking about how much his laugh sounded like a care bear. Galahad grinned.

"Galahad, do you still not know the Romans? They don't scratch their asses without holding a ceremony." Gawain said teasingly.

"Why don't ye just kill him, and then discharge your self after?" Bors suggested. Miracle looked at him shocked.

"But he didn't do anything to you!" Miracle shouted.

"Don't worry Miracle, I don't kill for pleasure. Unlike some." Galahad said glancing over at Tristan who was slightly behind him.

Hearing his name, Tristan looked up, now interested in the conversation. "Well you should try it someday; you might get a taste for it." Tristan stated and Gawain laughed.

"It's a part of you. It's in your blood." Voiced Bors.

"N-No, No" Galahad began half laughing. "As of tomorrow, this was all just a bad memory." Bors mouthed an 'Oh.'

"A bad memory that last fifteen years….How very interesting." The knights looked forward and saw that the girl the rode with Tristan had turned and looked at them. She stared Galahad in the eyes, as if piercing his soul with her gray blue eyes. "Sounds more like a wasted lifetime then a bad memory."

Tristan stared straight ahead; his mind taking in the words that girl just spoke. He noticed that she was very similar to him. She barely spoke and masked her emotions. He also noticed one other thing about her when they were riding; she had a black tribal sign tattoo across her lower back, and she smelt of milk and honey.

Tristan glanced over and saw that Galahad was riding close to him and that the girl known as Miracle was staring intently at the girl in front of him. He turned away and began to listen in on the conversation going on behind him once more.

"I've often thought what going home would mean after all this. What will I do? It's different for Galahad. I have been in this life longer than the other. So much for home – it's not so clear in my memory." He heard Gawain state.

"Home is where the heart is." Tristan knew it wasn't Gawain or Bors who said that, so he figured it must be the girl riding with Gawain.

"Well, you speak for yerself- its cold back there. And everybody I know is dead and buried. Besides, I have, I think, a dozen children." Bors said.

"Eleven." Gawain said. Destiny looked up with her mouth gaping open like a fish.

"Oh my god! You're the fucking energizer bunny!" She exclaimed.

"You listen, when the Romans leave here, we'll have the run of all this place. I'll be... governor of my own village, and Dagonet will be my personal guard and royal arse-kisser, won't you, Dag?" Bors shouted and turned to look at Dagonet, who looked away.

"First thing I will do when I get home is to find myself a beautiful Sarmatian woman to wed." Gawain said dreamily, ignoring the loud snort from Destiny.

"A beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left in the first place?" Bors said before he made a loud mooing noise. All the knights laughed, but they quickly stopped when they saw that the girls were glaring angrily at them.

"What about you, Lancelot? What are your plans for home?" Bors asked when he noticed Lancelot riding along beside him.

"Well if this woman of Gawain's is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gawain's house. His wife will welcome the company." Lancelot stated with a grin.

"Who needs a sarmatian woman when you can have Hopey!" Hope shouted as she pinched Lancelot's thigh.

"I see. Then what will I be doing?" Gawain asked as he narrowed his eyes at his womanizing friend.

"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me." Lancelot said before riding his horse up to Arthur, leaving a laughing Bors behind.

"Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?" Gawain muttered, causing Bors to laugh harder. A loud whistle filled the air, and the girl looked up to see a beautiful brown hawk land on Tristan's arm.

"Where you been, eh? Where you been?" He asked the hawk affectionately. Faith glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and raised an eyebrow. 'Has a weakness for animals' she thought, 'How quaint.'

"Her name is Kali." Faith turned and looked at Tristan.

"I didn't ask."

"And I wasn't talking to you." Faith saw that he was glancing towards Miracle, who was staring at his hawk. Growling, Faith turned around and crossed her arms over her chest.


Galahad watched in awe at the beautiful woman before him. She had the most intriguing hair color, and astonishing green eyes. Her skin was neither too pale nor took dark. Just a beautiful milky color. The occasional breeze brought the smell of wild flowers to his nose. A smell that he knew didn't come from this land, so he knew it was her.


Behind Galahad, Lancelot was resting his arm across Hope's thigh. He decided that he liked this woman, and planned to bed her. 'She seems willing enough.' He thought to himself. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, the smell of strawberries filling his nostrils. He kissed her shoulder and once more glanced over her body.

Her bronze colored skin, and bright blue eyes was what made her stand out the most, but her long beautiful dirty blond hair that covered her back was what made her even more beautiful. But her body was what made Lancelot even more attracted to her. To him, it seemed she had the perfect body. Hips that weren't too big or too small, nicely shaped legs, and very well endowed.

Lancelot smirked and looked down at her legs. 'Just think Lancy boy, tonight those beautiful legs will be wrapped around you if you play your cards right.' Lancelot was so caught up in thinking; he didn't even notice that Hope was watching his different facial expressions.


Men were shouting that the gate be opened for the knights and Bishop's carriage. As the knights entered, a crowd gathered around to see what all the commotion was about. As Arthur and his knights dismounted there horses, a tall man came forward.

"Welcome back Arthur." The man said as he took the reins to there horses.

"Jols." Arthur nodded to the man before walking towards the Bishops carriage.

"Lancelot." Jols said nodding towards Lancelot.

"Bishop, please, my quarters have been made available to you." Arthur spoke as the Bishop exited the carriage.

"Ah yes, I must rest." The bishop tiredly said before following his aide. Arthur turned and saw that Lancelot was leading the woman in blue out of the courtyard, and Galahad and Gawain were leading the other three ladies away as well. He also noticed that Tristan was already gone and that the lady who he accompanied was walking quickly behind Lady Miracle.

Bors walked towards a beautiful red headed woman who was surrounded by children. She gave him a weird smile before smacking him.

"Where've you been? I've been waiting for you!" She shouted at him. Groaning, Bors looked up at her.

"Oh my little fire….such passion." He said before he became to aggressively kiss her. They kissed for a few minutes before breaking apart. "Where's my Gilly?" He asked before he picked up a boy with short black hair. "You've been fighting?"

"Yes." The boy answered.

"You've been winning?" Bors asked.

"Yes." Gilly answered back.

"That's my boy. Come on, all my other bastards." Bors shouted and began to follow the other knights, followed by a flock of children screaming "YaY!"