It was a beautiful day. The sun shone bright in the early morning sky. Laurel rolled out of bed and stretched her arms high above her head. Sofia was already up and gone. Her bed was empty and made. After dressing and pulling on her moccasins she grabbed a piece of bread off the table and munched as she walked up to the castle. The air outside was crisp. A perfect spring morning. It had been nearly a month since the battle that had changed all of them. She saw her friends all gathering in the center of the courtyard. A wagon was being loaded with provisions. That was when she remembered. They were going to the coast today. She slapped a palm to her forehead. How could she have forgotten? Today Arthur was marrying Guinevere.

As Bors helped Vanora load their smallest children he spotted her and yelled out "There she is Gawain. Finally out of bed!" Laurel threw what was left of her bread at him.

Gawain rode up on his horse. "If you hadn't shown up in another few minutes I would have come in and got you." He was smiling at her.

"My dear, if you had come in to get me, neither of us would have made the wedding." Laurel jested, her grin widening as she spoke. Bors could be heard laughing behind her. Apparently he had heard what she said.

"Ready to go?" asked another familiar voice. Laurel turned to see Lancelot on his black stallion. Both of them looked like prancing peacocks. Their heads held high and even the horse had a swagger to it's walk. Lancelot smiled at Laurel and Gawain before riding to the front of the line to join Arthur and Guinevere.

"He just doen't quit does he?" Laurel asked her beloved, who hoisted her up onto the horse behind him.

"No, I don't believe I've ever seen a mellow Lancelot." The two of them had another laugh and Gawain kicked the horse into motion. After an hour and a half ride they came to a stone cirlce that overlooked the coastline of Brittain. Laurel made a gasp. It was such a beautiful sight.

"Breathtaking." she whispered.

The crowd of Woads that were alreqady assembled looked no more like a really really large gathering of family. "Family of the bride." Laurel heard Tristan say with a slight laugh.

Gawain and Laurel dismounted. Galahad and Sofia rode up beside them and also dismounted. The two sisters looked at each other and a similar glint flashed in both sets of identical eyes. "I've always wanted an outside wedding." Sofia remarked offhandedly. The girls watched as poor Galahad went pale and Gawain laughed at him.

"Yeah, me too." added Laurel. This time it was Gawain's turn to go pale. She sighed and added "A double wedding might be nice, what do you think Sof?"

"Double? Hmm, I think it may proove, er, interesting." Both girls noticed a look of horor on both thier men's faces and burst out laughing. "I guess you were right Laurie. These two have fought and beat an entire Saxon army and have the scars to proove it but you mention marriage and they turn tail and run!" Sofia prodded Galahad with her finger and jeered at them both saying "Cowards."

Realizing they had been taken for fools Gawain took hold of Laurel and said softly into her ear "I'll show you who the coward is. Later. You wait, you'll see."

"I'm sure you'll try." Laurel whispered back to him. Her own face smiling at his bewildered one.

The ceremony started and everyone was silent. Well alomst everyone. Several of Bors' youngest children were restless and fidgety. They kept asking questions like "Is it done yet?" , "Is there going to be food?" and saying things like "Gilly hit me." and "I'm bored." Bors had threatened to knock down the next one who mad any noise. Just then the baby made a loud gurgle and wimpered. Looking down at the tiny thing in his arms he sighed. "Nothing out of you either." he said to him. the baby cooed.

As the wedding neared it's end Merlin brought Guinevere a golden cup filled with sacred wine. Laurel knew the ritual well. A handfasting. She drank, then handed the cup to Arthur who took his own drink in return. Gawain pulled Laurel close to him and hugged her tightly.

"King Arthur!" shouted Merlin so all could hear. This was followed by a deafening "Hail Arthur" from the Woad assemblage. Everyone knelt. Chants of "Arthur! Arthur!" rang through the crowd. Bors shouted "Artorius!" Gawain and Galahad looked at each other with bemusement. Tristan stood nearby, leaning on a tree eating an apple. Lancelot was flirting with a very pretty young Woad. Laurel would find out the humor in the situation later when Lancelot recalled how her father had remarked that she was only fourteen. After that Lancelot stayed away from Woad women.

Once back at Baden Castle, Laurel sat down in the great hall with Gawain at the round table and put pen to parchment. Together they recalled the events of the past month, except for the television and the lightning parts. She scribbled it all down for the future. She wrote it so she could read it one day in December 1987. She wrote it so she would be familiar with the story of her Gawain. She did it all so she would know what to do, know what to write when it came time again...

Thinking about it, a realization came over her. Laurel and Sofia would repeat their lives over and over. It was a circle. Their birth, lives in the future, their travel to the past, their deaths and back to their births in the future. Shaking her head at the complete simpleness of it Laurel wrote the end of it all. She finished the scroll and rolled it up.

"You think Arthur would like to read it first?" she asked him.

"I don't know." whispered Gawain. "But it's getting late and we'd better get some sleep if we're going to be of any use tomorrow." His smile suggested something different that sleep. Laurel gave him a devious look.

Another year went by and the horses were saddled and a wagon was hitched. Vanora sat on the buckboard and yelled at her children in the back. They had been given names now but Laurel could still only remember Gilly's. She sat astride her own horse as did Sofia.

"Excited to be going home?" Arthur asked his knights.

"Definitly." said Galahad as he kicked his horse so it would turn around to face Arthur. "I've been waiting for this moment since I got here. Not that it hasn't been fun, but.. well, you know." He stammered unpleasantly. Arthur nodded is comprehension.

"Lancelot, do you remember the way or do you need the map?" asked Bors with a jeernig smile on his pudgy face.

"Of course I do. How else do you think we'll all get back? Your superb navigation skills? I've seen you get lost on your way from the stables." The jeer sent back made Bors grin widely.

As the sun set over the horizon Laurel looked back to see Baden Castle sinking along with it. "Do you think we'll ever see it again?" she asked Gawain. He shrugged and reached over to hold her hand.

As they crossed over the southern horizon, Arthur knew he's never see those brave men and women again. But he did know that his son would have the dubious task of training their sons as knights. Guinevere walked up beside him holding the tiny bundle that was their son, Artorius Dagonet Castus. "You poor child." he said with a laugh. "If you only knew what you were getting into." He and Guinevere laughed and waved one more goodbye to those strong people who had hepled save Brittain from an uncertain future.

Fin.