A/N: Okay… I was looking at my reviews and found that there were suggestions for bits and pieces that you will soon find out in this chapter. Lol. I know this one is a bit short, and I'm sorry. Have fun guys.

Lancelot: For the fifth time, Kalanie does not own King Arthur or anything to do with it.

Chapter 5: A Treacherous Trek

A sigh escaped Latanie as she allowed Kalen to mosey through the snowy pass. The bitter chill seeped into her bones despite her armor and cloak. She could easily see her breath as she exhaled. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Lancelot move turn away from Arthur, apparently angered by something. She looked back ahead of her. She could see the way Lancelot looked at the Woad woman and it made her heart sink. She could feel a bitter taste in her mouth and recognized it as jealousy. She frowned at this. She looked over as Lancelot pulled up beside her. Great. She took a deep breath and decided to voice her thoughts. "You like her, don't you?"

"What?" Lancelot snapped, looking at her.

Latanie didn't flinch at his tone. "The Woad that we rescued. You like her," she said as if to affirm her suspicions.

Lancelot looked at her sharply. It was now or never. He had seen the way one of the other knights had been looking at her and it irked him. He took a deep breath. He was going to see what he could pull out of her first. "I haven't gotten to know her. Can't say whether or not I like her now, can I?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it. I can tell by the way you look at her," Latanie said, trying to keep the pain out of her words.

Lancelot looked away for a moment. She was right. He had a growing feeling for both women. He glanced back at Latanie, who didn't return the gaze. "My heart has been taken," he said firmly.

"By a barmaid?" Latanie teased.

Lancelot shot her a smile. "No, she's much prettier than a bar maid."

"Do I know this woman? If not, when do I get to meet her? She has to pass my inspection, you know," Latanie jested.

"I believe you know her. You and her go way back. I'm sure she's good enough to pass your inspection," Lancelot replied.

"Oh really? What's she like?" Latanie asked.

"She's very intelligent and strong. Her stubbornness is very attractive, I must admit. Her humor is just right and her laugh is the sound of angels. She's mischievous but she has saved my hide a few times," Lancelot said casually.

"I think I may like this girl you speak so fondly of, Sir Lancelot," Latanie said slyly.

"I think you may as well," Lancelot said. "And what of your own heart?"

"Taken by a man who is tall, dark-haired with mischievous but compassionate dark eyes. He's noble and sweet. There's no one else like him," she replied. "You know him I believe."

Lancelot's jaw drop. "A-Arthur?" he asked, his heart sinking.

Latanie eyed him for a moment and chuckled. "No, silly. The other man who fits that description."

Lancelot's heart skipped a beat. "What may his name be?"

"Starts with Lance and ends with lot," she replied quietly.

"Lancelot, eh? Sounds like a strong name," he said, smiling at her.

"And what of your girl, Sir Lancelot?" Latanie asked.

"Starts with La and ends with tanie," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Quite the name," she commented.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And trust me, she is," he replied.

Latanie felt a blush creep up into her cheeks. She was about to speak when Arthur's voice rang. "We'll sleep here. Take shelter in those trees." She sighed softly. "Shall we retire?" she asked, earning a nod.

"I'll be right there," Lancelot said, watching Latanie ask Kalen to jog.

"Tis a beautiful country, is it not?" Guinevere asked.

Lancelot turned to look at her, a look of doubt on his features. "If you say so," he said, turning his horse around to face the Woad.

"And where do you come from that compares? The black sea?" Guinevere asked rather snippily. "This is heaven for me."

"I don't believe in heaven, I've been living in this hell. But if you represent what heaven is, then take me there," he said cockily, a smirk playing on his features as he raised his face to the sky and held out his hand to catch the raindrops as they pattered on his armor. "Rain and snow at once… a bad omen…" he said.

"Yeah, it means Lancelot isn't going to have a woman next to him tonight," Latanie's smart aleck tone came from behind Lancelot.

Lancelot did his best not to smile as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at her. "Ha ha ha," he said in a sarcastic tone as he glanced at Guinevere for a moment before turning his horse around. "I thought you said you were going to go retire."

"Yeah, until I saw you bugging this poor young woman," Latanie said, asking Kalen to walk up beside Lancelot's horse. "I apologize milady. Lancelot's tongue gets away with him. Come on, Lance." She turned Kalen around and headed towards the forest. She felt the jealousy welling up inside of her as she entered the trees, finding a small cave where everyone was setting up camp. She dismounted Kalen and untacked him, handing him to Jols before settling down against the cave wall. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to keep them in place. Her chin delicately rested on her knees as she stared out at the river. She was now wary of Lancelot's true feelings. He couldn't have both her and Guinevere. That just wasn't possible.

She looked up to see Lancelot staring at a bathing Guinevere. She snorted and gathered up some snow in her hands and packed it into a ball. Pausing, she rotated so she had a good shot and threw the ball of snow, watching as it hit Lancelot in the right ear. She instantly turned around, trying not to laugh.

Lancelot's face contorted into a scowl as he looked at her. "Excuse me, Lady Latanie. May I ask as to why you just threw that at me?" he asked with a hint of irritation to his tone.

"Me, Sir Lancelot? Why would I do such a thing?" Latanie asked, giving an innocent look.

"Do not toy with me, Lady Latanie. It has its consequences," Lancelot teased, giving her a mock glare.

Latanie let a smirk play on her lips. "Come get me then," she taunted, standing up. She gave him a teasing look before venturing out into the snow. She gave him a flirtatious look as she ventured into the powder. She glanced away for a moment.

Lancelot smirked. "You cannot escape me, Lady Latanie," he said and paused before creeping up behind Latanie. He waited until he could see a nervous expression on her face. He grabbed her without warning and lifted her into his arms.

Latanie screamed in surprise and clung to his neck. "Sir Lancelot, that was cheating," she said playfully as he held her close to his body.

"All is fair in love and war, milady," Lancelot teased and gently leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

Latanie almost gasped as he pressed her against him. Her lips tingled as he kissed her gently at first but moved forward with a bit more passion. She reluctantly let him pull away, gazing deeply into his auburn eyes. She felt her heart pounding against her ribcage in passion and wonder. She leaned in again and pressed her lips to his hungrily. She became drunk in his sweet kiss. She pulled away again and gave him a small smile before resting her head on his shoulder. She gave a small sigh and looked up at him.

Lancelot smile gently down at her. "It looks to me as if someone is tired," he commented and walked back up the slope with her in his arms. He went back to the wall she had been up against before and set her gently down against it. He gently unfastened his cloak and draped it over her. He could tell by the steady rhythm of her breathing she was asleep.

"What was it like? Your home…" Guinevere's voice rang, causing Lancelot to straighten up in surprise.

"We sacrificed goats, drank their blood. Danced naked around fires," he said, chuckling at his own joke. He paused. "What I do remember, home… Oceans of grass from horizon to horizon, further than you could ride. The sky, bigger than you could imagine. No boundaries."

"Some would call that freedom. That's what we fight for – our land, our people," Guinevere responded. "And when you go home will you take a wife? Have sons?"

Lancelot hesitated. "I've killed too many sons. What right do I have to my own?"

"No family. No religion. Do you believe in anything at all?" she asked.

Lancelot hesitated. "I would have left you and the boy to die," he said, sitting down beside Latanie. He felt her head move to his shoulder, resting there. He watched Guinevere walk past him and go to Arthur. He sighed and looked to Latanie, who was still asleep. "I guess I can't deny it," he whispered.

Little did Lancelot know, a familiar being watched their every movement. This knight had feelings for Latanie as well. He paused and hesitated. He wanted Latanie so badly; but no, he let Lancelot get her first. He sighed softly and hesitated but moved away from the shadows. He would get Latanie and show he could love her more than Lancelot ever could. Now this knight, he was generally a soft knight. But, as they say, all is fair in love and war.

A/N: Okay, I'm trying to decide on who this mystery knight is. Go ahead and give me your opinions.