Author's note: Don't you just love cliff-hangers? I sure do!

Was the ride back home always this long? thought Gunther. The way to Skegness had seemed to fly, but then again, he had been excited on the way there. Gunther wanted to be home, but yet he dreaded facing Fiona. He had never loved the woman, and had only cared for her because of her close likeness to his love. He remembered the first time he saw her. He was already in love with the woman she appeared to be.

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She was looking pretty lost, just about then. Gunther walked over to Jane, but became shocked when the press of bodies moved aside to reveal her dress.

"Jane, what is wrong?"

"That! That is wrong! You called me Jane!" the girl snapped at Gunther.

"Well, that is your name, isn't it? It hasn't changed."

"No, it hasn't. It is and always has been Fiona."

"You should leave the jesting to your husband."

"My husband? But I have no such thing!"

Gunther looked very carefully into the confused face. It appeared to be Jane…but no! Jane's eyes were a solid emerald, but this girl had the faintest hint of gold along the interior. "You're not Jane."

"You are the first person in this city who has realized I am not this Jane you speak of." The girl was obviously hysterical, as she started crying, leaning into Gunther. Gunther didn't know what to do, so he started toward the home of the D'Arks with the girl under his arm. When he arrived, as though to prove that the two women were in fact different, Jane appeared.

"This girl is obviously new in town, and she had become very upset over the fact that everyone thinks that she is you. Her name id Fiona"

"So why did you bring her here?" Jane asked, intrigued by the similarity between them.

"I figured, well, I don't know! I thought you might be able to calm her down." Jane looked, sighed, and waved them in. Fiona had collapsed on the way to Jane's home. Jane sent Remus to get Pepper, as she would be the best equipped to deal with the girl, but no sooner than he left did the girl awoke.

"This mirror is awry. My eyes are not green."

"This is no mirror," responded Jane.

Fiona was startled, but she collected her wits. "So you are Jane? The resemblance is uncanny."

"Indeed. So what is your business here?"

"My father, well, he sent me away. He threw me out of the house with nothing but the clothes on my back because I refused to marry a man twice my age. I made my way here, where I had heard that a woman could aspire to be more than a wife and mother, that they could even by knights, though that is just a story."

"Well, I don't believe we've been introduced. My name is Lady Jane D'Ark, dragon rider," Jane said, extending a hand in greeting.

"Fiona, and that is ridiculous. There is no such thing as dragons." Fiona returned the shake, surprised to find calluses on her hands and a strong grip

"Dragon would beg to differ."

"Anyway, here I am. I know no one, I have nothing, and I have no plans to fix either problem. And you, Sir Knight? What is you name?"

"Sir Gunther."

"Gunther? Gunther Breech?"

"Do we know each other?"

"You used to spend your summers in the country. My father owned the land you would stay on, without out permission."

"I don't remember you, but I shall take your word for it."

Jane had been thinking. "You know, we could really use a housemaid, as I spend all of my time practicing in the arena and my husband is frequently entertaining the King."

"Oh, you mustn't do that! I would be an imposition!"

"No such thing. I insist. Gunther, you may leave."

And so Gunther left, astounded by these two unique women, so alike and yet so different.

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She was a great wife. She cooked, she cleaned, she bore him children, but he knew he could never love her. He was afraid to face her, and for the first time, he would look at her with no love in his eyes at all.

"Gunther." Jane called, quietly.

He didn't respond. "Gunther!" She called again, a little louder.

"Smithy, could you please get Gunther's attention?" Smithy punched Gunther in the arm, knocking him out of his stupor.

"What was that for?"

"We have company." Jane responded, subtly jerking her head behind them. Gunther followed her nod, and saw a group of twenty men following them on foot, weapons drawn.

Gunther cursed.