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Chapter Two

For the five months it tock for the Sarmatians to get to their post they would speak of home, their families, what they would do once the got home. A few of the older boys, Bors, Dagonet, Tristan, and Percival, would watch over them. One pare of boys, Galahad and Gawain, would comfort the other, mostly Gawain letting Galahad cried on his shoulder. The eldest were seventeen and eighteen. Whenever some one would talk to Sanda she would tell them stories of her childhood as if she was her brother.

One of the older boys, Percival, tock her under his wing. He told her how to avoid the Roman guards as much as possible. Once when he asked her age she had been dumb enough to tell him her real age, nine summers. On their last week everyone told even more jokes and stories.

On one such night some one yelled, "Hey, half-breed, tell us of your family!"

Sanda looked at her newly found friends. "Fine, but the name is Kandoe. My father is from Sarmatia. He told me that when he was freed he went to Rome. Once he ran into an old friend Brutis, my mother's brother. He had been in Britain, stationed with the knights. Brutis invited him to his home to stay as long as he wished. That was when he met my mother. They tried not to fall in love but then one day they just couldn't fight it. Mom ran away with Dad back to his homeland. They didn't marry for almost three years. But once my older brother had been born they married. A snake killed him when he was six. Then there was me, Sanda, Acantha, Penelope and now little Trent. Sanda is two summers younger and I, Acantha is five summers, Penelope is four and Little Trent is only four moons old." Thinking about her little brother made her realize that she had saved him from this life.

"Kandoe, is there some girl waiting for you back home?"

Looking at Lancelot she felt something that she knew as anger. "Hell no! I'm only eleven!" Laughter flew from everyone's mouth but hers. She didn't see anything funny about it.

As she sat there she listened to all the tales again. She was piecing together the personalities of each person. Bors was very emotional person but he hid it well. Tristan was cold, he showed mo emotion. Dagonet reminded her of Kandoe, he protected all of the youngest and smallest of their group. But there were a few that she knew for a fact would die within the first four to five years. Like this one guy, his name was Markion. She didn't think he'd make it for the next two weeks. He was only ten but he was weak.

Then one day they were at the wall. Part of her wanted the trip to never end but then again she did not want to hear all the same stories repeatedly. They were in a line that spread for almost two miles, with all the young knights and the Roman soldiers. The Wall was huge. Never before in her life had she seen anything so large.

"So, Kandoe, do you think that you can handle living here?" asked Maximus.

"If you're here than there's a possibility that I just might get use to killing." Sanda urged her horse forward to avoid talking to him.

"Kandoe, don't worry about him. He's just mad about your mother and your father getting married and have kids and he wasn't the lucky man." Said Percival.

Two hours later a small boy with curly hair walked up to them. "Good afternoon boys, this is Artorius Catus. Soon he will join you in your training and become your commander. Pelatius thank you for bringing young Arthur to us."

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