Galahad removed his eyes from Areia and asked, "How is it that they have arrived, and yet we've received no word from other sentry posts?"

Lancelot sighed and said, "Saxons only take what they kill…"

Gawain finished sadly, "…and they only kill everything."

Athena smiled softly and pulled something out of her saddlebag. With a sigh she turned to Arthur and wordlessly handed it to him. Arthur looked down and swore loudly. The other Knights spared him a short shocked look before they too looked at the object in their commander's hand. It was a blood stained doll and an arrowhead.

"So it is true! Saxons!" roared Bors as Dagonet turned to the other blond and asked, "You said they will be here tomorrow?"

Romana felt warmth spread through her and replied, "They will be here. They bring weapons of considerable range-not bows, but something else. We did not get a good look at them because we were rushed for time. From what we did get, they can pierce even the strongest armor from far way…and it is not armor piercing bows either. It is different."

Dagonet returned her stare and jolted back to the present when Bors elbowed him and sent him a familiar smirk.

Arthur said, "Come, let us let our knew allies change while we ready the Council Room. Will you Ladies be requiring anything?"

Sarmatia smiled slightly and said, "Just a room to clean up, change, and rest for an hour. If this is all right with you, My King?"

Arthur visibly startled at the title, but remained remarkably calm and said, "No My Lady, that is fine. I shall have the Knights come for you in an hours time."

The Princesses bowed and with a wave from Arthur another man appeared and said, "This way Your Highnesses, you're rooms are this way."

Lancelot glanced at his friend and frowned. This was not something Arthur needed right now. They were finally near their service's end, to their freedom, and yet the Fate's deemed it fun to plague them with more problems. Arthur's eyes were already starting to close up again and he hated that. He could hardly see anything in them when he did this. It made him feel like he had failed at being Arthur's second. It was his job to make sure Arthur was well. It fell to him to make sure Arthur didn't push himself to far or make hasty decisions. It was also his job to watch him during battle. If he fell, it was Lancelot's job to be there to pick up the fight so Arthur would live. He took his job seriously because he loved Arthur as a brother. He wanted nothing more than for Arthur to gain his freedom and peace. And if that peace lay in Rome, in his fantasy Rome, he would make sure Arthur lived to see it. He would also be there when the world crashed around him, and he realized that the Rome he fought for didn't exist.

"Arthur, the Wall's security must be raised immediately. We must recall all the Roman soldiers in the outlaying villages back to the fort. We'll need all the men we can get. We are only twenty here if you count the Amazon Princesses. Plus, we will have to make sure that the Woads do not take advantage of this and attack above the wall while we are busy defending against the Saxons."

Arthur looked at his First Knight and said, "I know this Lancelot. I will send Jols and three others to the closest villages to spread the word. They should all be back by nightfall, if they are not already dead. Lancelot, I need you to organize the Roman sentries along the wall and have the Knight posted at every gate and main hole. I shall be looking over the maps of this place and set up some parameters so we will have an on-going guard. Tristan, I need you to go out. Find out more about them and where they are if you can."

The silent Knight nodded and turned to leave.

Before he left, a female voice said, "I'll go with you."

Startled the Knights and Arthur turned around and saw Theaia standing in the shadows with Ameiya on her arm. Her dirty blond curly hair was pulled into a spiraling twist down her back and her hazel eyes twinkled brightly in the candlelight. Arthur looked at her and nodded to himself. She had a light about her he had only seen in Tristan. She was a scout-a good one. She could assist Tristan since she knew where they were and what they were looking for. The new armor piercing weapons worried him-greatly.

Tristan could help but let his eyes roam over her appreciatively. He may not show it, but he was a man with emotions and lusts. When he gazed upon her earlier, he was instantly attracted to her. Her eyes seemed to drag him inside her and made him want other parts of him inside her too. He was also impressed by her skills. He was the best tracker in these lands, and she snuck up on even him! That was worthy of his respect. He stared into her eyes and nodded.

Arthur nodded and said, "Very well, then. Are you sure you do not want to rest?"

Theaia shook her head and said, "No, I do not need the rest. I am used to such hours and activities. My sisters are not truly resting either. They are just being nice and waiting for you to call upon them."

Lancelot looked her up and down and asked skeptically, "You are to wear that?"

She looked down and shrugged. It was her normal tracking clothes. A simple black knee length skirt, black shin length boots, a black leather halter-top, and her blond hair covered in a black scarf.

Lancelot nodded back in understanding. She was more like Tristan than they originally thought.

The next instant the two trackers were gone. Arthur shook himself out of his thoughts on the two and summoned Jols. With this done, he sighed and exited the War Room without looking at the other knights. Lancelot sighed and followed him. Call it a gut instinct, but he knew Arthur was in turmoil and he was needed. He only wished his friend would open up more.

In their rooms, all but Theaia were sitting on their beds looking around their rooms in awe. This was certainly very different from their tents in the forests.

While staring up into the ceiling, Sarmatia sighed and rolled over. Before her was a large mirror and she sighed again at what she saw. Her pale body was a shimmering white that caused her vivid violet eyes to stand out strikingly. Her body was prim and pert and she had felt a fire like no other burn in her belly when she felt the curly black-hared Knight stare at her. She found it interesting that he knew of their customs-at least some of them. She wanted to know more about how he knew about Amazons. Perhaps, she should go and talk to him? She glanced out the window. No, she's wait. She only had ten more minutes before one of the Knights was to escort her to the War Room. Hopefully, it would be that man from her dreams. The one her Lady told her about-Lancelot.

She once again glanced in the mirror but stood tall this time. She was the High Princess of the Amazons! She should NOT be feeling like this about a man, but he was a very gorgeous man. Plus, to her slight excitement, he knew it too. She had a feeling that talking to him would be an experience all its own. Her violet skirt was to her knees, and a white halter-top covered her chest. Her curly raven hair was still down and her feet were bare. She smiled. She'd get to talk to him. She only had to wait.

Athena was bored. She never liked resting. It always made her restless. She was a wandering spirit. Her people called her the Roaming Princess of Light because of her restlessness. She was proud of this title too. Since she hated to stay put, especially in a new place, she quickly exited her room and unexpectedly ran into the blond hared man from before.

"Come Princess Athena, Arthur is waiting for us in the War Room."

"Very well then, what is your name Knight? I do believe you and the others never told us."

The man's eyes widen in shock as he hastily exclaimed, "My apologies, My Lady! We are usually never so remiss about that! I am Sir Gawain of the Sarmatian Knights. Tell me, are all your daughters named for strong groups of people or Gods?"

Athena smiled and said, "Yes, we are. It gives us pride to be connected to them so. What of you Sir Gawain, what or who were you named for?"

Gawain shrugged and said as they entered, "I do not know. All I know is that my uncle named me and he's a crazy one-he is."

Athena laughed slightly but returned to her calming persona as they seated themselves at the Round Table and waited for the others to arrive.

Sarmatia blinked when she registered a strange knocking sound at her door. While she didn't fall asleep, she had certainly let herself fall into a dull lull.

"Lady Sarmatia, are you awake? It is Lancelot. I've been told to escort you to the War Room."

Sarmatia smiled. It was the Knight she was interested in. She felt a fire burning in her loins. He was using a deep sultry voice that sent shivers through her. She knew she should be wary of him and alarmed at her bodies reactions to his voice alone, but something or SOMEONE, like her Lady maybe, was making sure she felt nothing but serenity in his presence.

As she opened the door, she smiled coyly and said, "Well then, Sir Lancelot, perhaps you should lead me to this room. I'm sure I'd be terrible lost without you."

Lancelot grinned largely at her. Not only was she the woman of his dreams, but also she was flirting with him! This was his lucky day! Even if the Saxons were right at their door, if he could bed her soon, he'd definitely die a happy man! He held out an arm to her and started to whisper in his ear. She giggled. When they arrived, both turned serious and sat down next to Arthur. Arthur nodded at them and felt his lips twitch. They were perfect for each other it seemed. She even welcomed Lancelot's flirty advances.

He still could not believe that the Saxons were attacking so close to his Knights final day of freedom. He MUST find a way to finish them off quickly so none of his men, his brother-in-arms, and FRIENDS died. He'd never forgive himself if they did when their freedom was so close to being achieved.

Galahad was pacing back and forth across the hall in front of his dream girl's room. He was so nervous! He very much wished to be Lancelot at this moment. He was positive that the First Knight would have some sort of suave words to bring this hellion over to his bed easily enough and still have his manhood intact! Galahad wasn't so lucky. He constantly stumbled over his own two feet when it came to women. Plus, he REALLY liked this one! She started a passionate fire in him that he couldn't ignore. He hoped he didn't ruin this.

Just as he was about to knock he heard an annoyed voice say, "Just knock already!"

Before he could gulp it seemed, those amazing sapphire orbs were flashing at him. Galahad gulped and tried to remove his gaze from those alluring sapphire eyes. He couldn't. He was enamored already.

Her eyebrow rose, and she snorted. He was deaf and dumb to the world already. This kid REALLY needed to get some confidence. Her frown thinned and turned into a slight smile. She would help him. She snorted quietly again. Amazon she maybe, but she wasn't stupid. This lad was beautiful and he liked her. Plus, she hadn't had a good romp in the bed for three months. Anyways, her sisters were getting tired of her being such a bitch. While she got what she wanted from him, she'd help him too; A win-win situation. She loved those!

Romana found the tallest Knight sharpening his axe. She said nothing, sat down beside him, and watched him work. He glanced at her every now and then and said nothing. That was fine. She could understand where he was coming from. She didn't begrudge him if he was suspicious of her. They were after all Amazons. Legends had spread far and wide about them, and none of them were very flattering. But still, she was happy that he was allowing her to be so close. She felt a connection to this silent one. She wanted to find out what kind of bond it was.

With that decided, she asked, "Dagonet, what will you do when you are free?"

He turned back to her and simply stared.

Romana bit her lip; Of course, stupid question. He'd probably go home to Sarmatia, marry a woman, and have strong lads. After fifteen years of fighting almost none stop, watching friends and brothers die, and fighting for a cause not his own, she's be the same way. She silently placed a hand on his knee and looked deep into his eyes. She smiled at him and nodded to show she understood. His eyes showed some surprise, but they mostly showed gratitude. He liked her, she could tell. But he was still hesitant. She would have to prove herself to him to gain his full trust. All the Amazons would. It didn't matter in any case; by tomorrow night she'd prove herself to him and much, much more.