A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews! I hope I'm doing good here. So far, I've been told that but don't be afraid to give constructive criticism. Just don't be rude while doing it. Ex of bad: "Your story is all wrong." Ex of good: "This story could do with some changes." Okay? Thanks guys.

Since Lancelot is currently locked up thanks to his mouth, I shall do the disclaimer: I, Kalanie, do not own anything to do with King Arthur. Although I wish I did. Have fun reading!

Chapter 2: Plans For Home And Disaster

Latanie rode alongside the carriage as they made their way towards Hadrian's Wall. Wouldn't be long now before they received their papers and were set free of the binding chain that their forefathers had placed upon them. Why did they have the right to choose their future generations? She had a choice in the beginning but the others did not. They were bound to it more than she was. At least now their sons wouldn't have to experience this. She sighed and trotted her horse forward and settled beside Bors as Galahad and Tristan moved up.

"I've often thought about what going home would mean after all this. What will I do? It's different for Galahad. I've been in this life longer than the other. So much for home. It's not so clear in my memory," Gawain said bitterly, shaking his head.

"You speak for yourself. It's cold back there and everyone I know is dead and buried. Besides, I have, I think, a dozen children," Bors replied, looking at him.

"Eleven," Gawain corrected, causing Latanie to snort in amusement.

"You listen. When the Romans leave here, we'll have the run of all this place. I'll be governor in my own village and Dagonet will be my personal guard and royal ass-kisser. Won't you Dag?" Bors asked, looking back at the other knight.

Dagonet only grunted in response.

Such a gentle giant Latanie thought silently.

"First thing I will do when I get home is find a beautiful Sarmatian woman to wed," Gawain commented.

"A beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left in the first place?" Bors asked, mooing like a dairy cow.

Latanie gave a 'humph' and glared at him. "I do believe you are in the presence of a Sarmatian woman," she said testily.

Bors gave a quick, apologetic look. "I mean most of them are. No one could be as beautiful as you, Latanie," he said quickly.

Latanie gave him an easy smile. "Don't let Vanora hear you say that," she jested and glanced ahead. "And I was teasing you, Bors."

Bors nodded and looked away, embarrassed as Lancelot rode up. "What about you Lancelot? What are your plans for home?" Bors asked.

"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 answered, glancing at them.

"I see. And what will I be doing?" Gawain raised an eyebrow.

"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me," Lancelot replied with a cocky, smug smirk.

Bors and Latanie started laughing.

"Is that before or after I hit you with me ax?" Gawain asked bitterly, causing Bors and Latanie to start laughing even harder.

Lancelot grinned and kept riding.

"And you Latanie?" Gawain asked, shifting his attention to the female knight.

Latanie grinned, still trying to recover from her laugh. "I'm not quite sure. Find myself a good strong man and marry him. Have great warriors as sons," she said, pondering.

Lancelot snorted, earning a whap from the end of Latanie's reins. He looked back at her in mock anger before allowing a teasing smile to come to his face. "If he can put up with you like we have, I'll be amazed."

"Yes, well, I'll have to take in your children because-," Latanie started.

"You're too masculine to have any of your own," Lancelot finished, causing the other men to laugh.

"Actually I was going to say because your wife couldn't stand looking at replicas of you," Latanie teased, grinning back at him.

Lancelot shook his head, amused, before trotting to catch up with Arthur.

Latanie shook her head in amusement as well. What a character Lancelot was! Lancelot had been the one knight she felt closest to. She loved all the knights dearly for they were like her brothers – her only family. But Lancelot had always been there when she needed someone to talk to. He had supported her when she had to work up the courage to ask a handsome young man to go to one of the dances with her. He had encouraged her to get up when she had fallen down.

Arthur was next in line as her adoptive brother. His protectiveness of her went beyond the battlefield. Whenever a man, any type of man, approached her in some sort of courting way, he had to pass Arthur's inspection before proceeding on. He was the one she went to when in need of advice that she felt Lancelot wouldn't understand. He was the one who had convinced the others to accept her into the round table.

Bors was more a father figure than brother. Although he wasn't as close to her as Lancelot or Arthur, he did provide a place of solace when it was needed. He and his wife Vanora had always been very welcoming and had given her plenty of practice of child raising for when she had her own youngsters.

Galahad and Gawain were a bit distant but they too were very protective of their sister-in-arms. They were always willing to assist her if she needed. They were the ones that she had contests with. Mostly it was knife-throwing competitions and they ended up winning most of the time. Her accuracy with the knives wasn't very good.

Tristan had taught her most of her archery and he talked to her only when he felt he needed to. His silence had always made her weary but she had learned to over look it with the years.

Dagonet was the gentle giant whom had taken care of her when she was sick and no one else was able to for some reason or another. His touch was always gentle and soothing to one who was plagued by fever and the chills. His strength had enabled him to carry her from place to place when they were on the go with her ill.

She sighed quietly as they pulled to a halt inside the enclosed area. She refrained from glaring at the bishop.

"Welcome back, Arthur," Jols spoke.

"Jols," Arthur replied.

"Lancelot, Latanie," Jols offered, looking at the two.

They both nodded in reply. In one liquid motion, the eight knights dismounted from their mounts, holding themselves in a respectable manner. Latanie shifted restlessly as she looked at the bishop.

"Bishop, please, my quarters have been made available to you," Arthur said.

"Oh, yes, I must rest," the bishop said, walking past them without another word.

Latanie snorted quietly but made no move to say anything. She glanced at her brothers-in-arms to see their reaction to this. Pure hatred rested in their eyes. She sighed quietly and looked back to Arthur, who looked rather displeased. Her gaze drifted to Bors as he and Vanora began kissing passionately. She really didn't want to see that. "I'll meet you all at the Table," she said and tugged Kalen forward.

She led the massive stallion to his stall, happy to be in a place familiar to her. She untacked him quickly and rubbed him down before getting him some fresh hay and water. She gave the stallion a smile and stroked his face. "After fifteen years in service, boy, we're going home." She kissed the stallion's muzzle and walked out of the stall. After ensuring that the stall door was securely locked, she exited the stables and headed for the Table. She opened the main doors to see all of the knights drinking.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Bors chuckled.

Latanie gave him a lopsided grin. "Aw, didn't think you'd miss me," she retorted playfully and walked over to her usual seat beside Lancelot. She looked up as the Arthur rose.

"Let us not forget that we are the fortunate ones. Let us raise our wine to those gallant and extraordinary men we have lost, but who will be remembered for eternity," Arthur spoke, holding up his wine glass.

Everyone rose and took a sip of their wine. "To freedom!" Bors declared, raising his own glass.

"To freedom!" everyone echoed, taking another drink of their wine – except for Latanie who requested water. She played with her cup and looked up as Horton walked in.

"His Eminence Bishop Naius Germanius," he said, the bishop coming into the room. Latanie saw their faces drop as they saw the round table, causing her to hold back a chuckle. This was rather amusing. "A round table? What sort of evil is this?" Horton hissed to Jols.

"Arthur says for men to men they must first all be equal," Jols responded, glancing at Latanie for a moment. "And woman."

"I was given to understand there would be more of you," the bishop said.

"There were. We have been fighting here for fifteen years, Bishop," Arthur replied, glancing at him.

"So, you're saying a woman could survive but a majority of your men couldn't?" the bishop asked distastefully.

Latanie bit her lower lip to keep from saying anything.

"Latanie is quite strong, Bishop. But that isn't the point of why we are here. Please, make yourself comfortable," Arthur said. They watched as the bishop took a few cups and passed them around.

"Arthur and his knights have served with courage to maintain the honor of Rome's empire on this last outpost of our glory. Rome is most indebted to you noble knights. To your final days as servants to the empire," the bishop said.

"Day. Not days," Lancelot corrected.

The bishop nervously motioned for them to sit down so they obliged. "The Pope's taken personal interest in you. He inquires after each of you, and is curious to know if your knights have converted to the word of Our Savior or…?"

"They retain the religion of their forefathers. I have never questioned that," Arthur responded, looking at each knight in turn.

"Of course, of course," the bishop said impatiently. They are pagans. Hm?"

They all shifted rather uncomfortably.

"For our part, the Church has deemed such beliefs innocent, but you, Arthur, your path to God is through Pelagius? I saw his image in your room," the bishop questioned.

"He took my father's place for me. His teachings on freewill and equality have been a great influence. I look forward to our reunion in Rome," Arthur answered.

"And that is why I am sitting here," Latanie stated, sitting straight.

"Yes," Arthur agreed.

"Ah. Rome awaits your arrival with great anticipation. You are a hero. In Rome, you will live out your days in honor and wealth," the bishop declared, making the others shift uncertainly. "Alas. Alas, we are all but players in an ever-changing world. Barbarians from every corner are almost at Rome's door. Because of this, Rome and the Holy Father have decided to remove ourselves from indefensible outposts, such as Britain." Everyone rose. "What will become of Britain is not of our concern anymore. I suppose the Saxons will claim it soon."

"Saxons?" Arthur questioned.

"Yes. In the north a massive Saxon incursion has begun," the bishop answered.

"The Saxons only claim what they kill," Lancelot put it.

"And only kill everything," Gawain said gravely.

"So, you would just leave the land to the Woads. And I risked my life for nothing," Galahad put in bitterly.

"Basically we wasted fifteen years of our lives to serve an empire that planned on getting rid of Britain from its claim anyways," Latanie put in, frustrated.

"Hm. Gentlemen and fine lady, your discharge papers with safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire. But first, I must have a word with your commander," the bishop said. No one moved. "In private."

"We have no secrets," Arthur said, causing the bishop to slam the box closed.

"Come. Let's leave Roman business to Romans," Lancelot said, taking a drink out of his goblet.

Latanie nodded and stood, following them out of the hall. She hummed quietly as they made their way towards the pub where Vanora worked. She didn't plan on drinking ale though.

"You're deep in thought," a voice commented.

Latanie looked up to see Lancelot walking beside her. "Oh… yeah. After fifteen years we are finally going home. But, where is home for me? I doubt I can go back to my home. I mean, I snuck out," she said.

Lancelot gave a thoughtful look. "Well… you are the one who wanted to join us," he pointed out. "And, you could always come home with me," he teased, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

Latanie smirked. "Some may find you irresistible my good friend, but I don't," she teased and shrugged his arm off of her.

"Take a look at that boys! Lance gots himself a girlfriend," Bors jested.

Latanie gave him a playful glare. "Lancelot, how many of Bors' children have you fathered again?"

Lancelot smirked. "Eleven."

Bors' face went pale. "T-There's no way! That would be all of them!"

Latanie laughed as they entered the pub. Bors was so fun to tease.

A/N: Okay, a bit long but I couldn't fit everything in with a shorter length. R&R please!