Arthur was in a bind. First off, he was a Roman Soldier and as such he was expected to uphold those standards as a commander, but he was also of Briton and killed his own countrymen. Second, in two days time, a large army of females would be arriving and he didn't know what to do. He had told his knights he would welcome them, and he would, but he couldn't help but feel nervous. He was trusting these women based off a dream his Knights, all but he and Bors, shared. He just wished that sometimes, he wasn't the leader and could just cast his worries to the four winds as his mother used to say. He sighed and placed his hands on top of the wall he was leaning on. Another thing, how could an army, man or woman, travel so fast from the mainland? It should normally be a week's travel from the mainland to the Milestone, so how? It was almost like another force was aiding their horses. He shook his head. It didn't matter. It would all come to head in less than 48 hours anyways. As he stood up, he heard his name from below, "ARTHUR!"

He moved to look down and saw his best friend, Lancelot, staring up at his with a crooked grin and holding his twin swords.

"What is it you want Lancelot?" he called back.

"Why is it, that you ALWAYS do this? You are so moody lately! You need to calm down! Come! Spar with me! We haven't sparred together in a long time, you and I! Are we friends or not!"

Arthur actually laughed at Lancelot's grinning frown and nodded as he said, "I'll be there in five minutes! Just let me get Excalibur!"

Lancelot saluted him and went to the arena where the other five Knights were training.

Galahad twisted away from his older brother, Gawain, and said without taking his eyes off, "Is he coming?"

With his swords crossed over his shoulders, Lancelot replied, "He is."

Bors barked a laugh and said, "Good! Now, about these women that be comin'…are they pretty ones?"

Lancelot grinned roguishly and replied back, "They make Vanora look like an ordinary girl."

Bors tripped over his feet when he stopped in mid-charge and turned to face the second-in-command.

He growled and said, "Com'mer you…"

Lancelot backed up a few steps and laughed with the others as Bors fell face first onto the ground.

"What happened this time?" asked Arthur with Excalibur in his hand.

Dagonet replied, "Bors just had a little accident that's all. He tripped over himself thinking of Vanora's beauty."

Arthur smiled and slapped Lancelot on the shoulder. Lancelot nodded and the two got into their defensive and offensive stances. The other Knights moved out of the ring as Tristan raised a hand and dropped it. Immediately the two started to circle one another. Lancelot swung with his right blade and Arthur met it evenly. When their swords glanced off one another they sparkled like stars. Lancelot twirled and slammed both swords in Arthur's direction as Excalibur ably blocked both swings. They parted and circled again.

Sarmatia, Athena, Areia, Romana, and Theaia were covered in cloaks and riding hard upon their pureblood warhorses. Sarmatia raised a hand and pointed west. There in the distance was a growing column of black smoke. Ameiya screeched and landed on Theaia's gloved hand. In the hawks talon was a bloody hay-stuffed doll. In the other, was an arrowhead made of iron.

Areia growled out, "Saxons!"

Romana's eyebrows furrowed as she said, "But Saxons are from the far North and across the sea. They cannot be here. They wouldn't leave so much unclaimed land between here and there. Besides, this is the Southern route!"

Athena looked at the group with her warm brown eyes and said, "They mean to take all of Briton. They will head for Hadrian's Wall once word gets to their leader that Arthur is there. We must move faster!"

Sarmatia looked around and nodded. Already she could see the terrible wounds the Saxons were ecstatically making in the Briton's green body and hated it.

"Let's go! Double time!"

"EEHHHHH YAAAAAAAA!" cried out five voices as they pushed their horses to their limits. If Saxons were already on land on the southern side, more were sure to follow on the northern side.

Lancelot sighed, it was mid morning of the day their female allies were to show up- so far, nothing. He let his mind travel back two days earlier when he and Arthur had their first spar in almost two months. It had been exhilarating. Only Arthur could give him a proper spar because he was Arthur's number one Knight. He was the second in command because his skills were second only to Arthur's. The other Knights had better skills in certain areas like (Tristan) knife throwing, but in pure hand-to-hand combat, he was the best of the Knights. Their spar had ended with him disarmed and Excalibur ready to pierce his throat. He smirked, Arthur had been breathing extra hard at the end to. As a matter of fact, he had been too. It was getting harder and harder to think up strategies to use against Arthur because they were so close and had fought together for so long. Not that he minded, it just made for some predicable yet interesting spars. Then yesterday, they received a letter from Rome and the Pope himself. He snorted, the Pope wrote to tell them he was sorry to see such fine, honorable, and brave Knights leave the Roman service and that Bishop Germanius would be arriving in less than a week to give them their discharge papers. So that left them with today. All the Knights had woken up especially early hoping to meet these female warriors, but so far nothing. He sighed and came back to himself. Suddenly the warning horn blew across the fort. Startled and cursing himself for being startled, he peered into the distance and could see a wash of colors riding hard towards them.

"Send for Arthur!" he shouted to one of the Roman soldiers. The closest one to him jumped to obey. It still amused him even to this day how the soldiers of Rome jumped to obey his every command just because he was Arthur's second. He turned back to the grasslands and blinked. They must have been riding as fast as their steeds could take them, because they were very close now. So close that he could tell that there were five of them. Plus, in the very center of the five rode the woman of his dreams-the curly black hared violet-eyed goddess from above.

When Arthur arrived with the other Knights, Galahad whooped and said, "We are right! And they are here! Hey! There's that fiery red head from my dream!"

Gawain snorted and said as he flicked his clothes unconcernedly, "Calm down you horny little toad! When they get here you can slobber all you want on her…just not ON ME!"

Galahad glared evilly at him. Before he could say anything, Dagonet and Tristan got in between them and pointed. Galahad blinked. Tristan and Dagonet, the two Knights who hardly ever showed emotion, were staring open mouthed in awe. Galahad turned around and felt his own mouth drop. He quickly looked around and saw the Roman soldiers cheering and Gawain and Lancelot wore big grins. He could understand that, he felt like wearing a big grin too.

He turned back when he heard Arthur ask, "What are you doing? Put your clothes back on!"

Lancelot felt excitement course through him as his dream girl stepped forward and said, "Artorius Castus, Arthur, Commander of the Sarmatian Knights, I am High Princess Sarmatia of the Amazons. We have come to you as our Lady willed to join you in an alliance. Amazon's if you do not know, obey no man, which is not true. We obey one-just one-YOU. You are the King of Prophecy. How or why this occurs I do not know. But we, the five Princesses of the Amazon Nation, pledge our loyalty to you and yours by offering ourselves to you in our most vulnerable. Will you honor us in allegiance?"

Lancelot looked at his leader and saw him trying not to stare. Lancelot smirked, he saw no reason not to. This was apart of their ceremonies. Arthur most likely didn't know this though.

He leaned closer to Arthur and said, "Accept and look my brother. This is apart of their ceremony. If you do not, you dishonor them and they will think you a normal man. One who is not strong enough to lead them."

Arthur stared at his lieutenant and nodded.

He steeled himself, looked each lady in the eye and said loudly, "In return for My Ladies names, I accept your allegiance Princesses of the Amazon Nations!"

The woman with long raven black curly hair and vibrant violet eyes stood tall and said as she placed her cloak back on, "I am Sarmatia, named for the fierce Sarmatian Knights years past!"

The woman on her right with long straight blond hair and calm brown eyes put her cloak on and said, "I am Athena, named for the Goddess of Battle Arts and Knowledge, Athena!"

The woman on her left with striking red hair and snapping sapphire eyes stood tall and as she put her cloak back on said proudly, "I am Areia, named for the God of War, Ares!"

The woman on the far right with wavy blond hair and amber eyes placed her cloak on and said normally, "I am Romana, named for the strong Roman Empire!"

The last woman on the far left with dirty blond curly hair and hazel eyes stood up, put her cloak on, raised her arm and as a hawk landed, said drolly, "I am Theaia, named for the Theaians of the South! And this, is Ameiya, my hawk."

Arthur nodded and said, "Welcome! Let them in!"

The Roman soldiers were standing proud as the women came in. They started to cheer again when Romana rode in on her horse. She simply stared at them with an Are-you-kidding look.

When both groups met in the center of the Fort, Sarmatia wasted no time and announced, "Saxons are coming from the North and the South, they are here to take Briton."

The Knights immediately halted their pleasurable thoughts and manhandled them into the back of their minds as their Knighthood bearings returned to them.

Arthur's welcoming face turned brooding and serious as he asked, "How far are they?"

Areia answered respectfully, "They are numbering 100 from the south and will be here in a day plus however many there are to the north."