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Author's note: This is the quickest that I've ever written a story and I must admit that two things are driving this: taking paid vacation and wonderful readers who are giving me fantastic feedback. It's true, feedback leads to more chapters. Of course if you hate the story, sending feedback helps me to fix the problems. I apologize that this chapter is so short. On my honor, more is coming.

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VISIONS OF DEATH

Chapter Three: The Warning

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Brigid wrapped the sheet around herself, her wet hair hanging down her back. Gueneviere was now being bathed by Fulcina, Marius Honorius's wife. Already Fulcina, the only bright light in Marius Honorius's tiny world, had donated two simple gowns, a cloak and a shawl for Gueneviere and she to wear. She fingered the fine wool, amazed at its quality. How she would ever repay Fulcina for keeping them alive in the dungeon, not to mention caring for them in the sick wagon?

She dropped the sheet and quickly donned the dress and a pair of slippers before dropping down from the wagon. Her wet hair still hung down her back and she quickly braided the thick hair into a loose plait. Satisfied that her hair would not get in her eyes, she wrapped the borrowed shawl around her shoulders and took a deep breath. It felt good to be out in the weather after being in a sick wagon for far too long.

She walked towards the sound of voices, careful to not let her presence be known. The shawl, though light, felt good around her head and shoulders, shielding her from the rain that fell. She hurried, knowing that she would have to find something for she and Gueneivere to eat.

The path was dark and quiet but a light flickered ahead. Brigid stepped carefully, her feet finding sure tread in the dirt between patches of snow.

"It is here, given to us by the Pope. These people, they send an army for us," growled Marius in front of the fire that he and his mercenaries had commandeered. He looked up and Brigid caught the Roman's eye. A vision suddenly flashed and she staggered, reaching for the tree at her side. In the vision, Marius was holding Lucan, a knife at the boy's throat. Next, An arrow winged across the clearing and embedding itself in Marius's heart. Finally, Marius dropped like a stone. As the vision cleared, Brigid straightened, no longer needing the support of the tree. Blinking, she looked up and smiled brightly at Marius before crossing the short distance to the fire. She stood just within it's light, hands hanging loose at her side to show she was unarmed.

"What do you want, Pagan?" bit out Marius, standing on his stubby legs to face the woman he had so recently held in his dungeons.

Brigid smiled broadly. "I come to warn you Marius. Do not do what you intend or on the morrow your grave will be dug." Her smile reached all the way to her grey eyes, unnerving the Roman. He drew back his hand and the backhanded slap could be heard across the clearing.

"Heathen, you should have burned," he grated out standing over the now sprawled Brigid.

Brigid smiled up at her former jailer, a beatific look on her face. "Thank you, Marius. Your death shall save many." She slowly got to her feet, the mercenaries who had crossed to her shoving her away from the fire.

Dagonet, who had watched the entire exchange, crossed to her, sword in hand. "Are you alright?" he asked, looking up to meet Marius's eyes with barely concealed disgust.

Brigid pressed fingers to her lip, blood wetting her tongue. "I am well, brave knight. Marius will attack you tomorrow," she advised, her hand gripping his bicep as she whispered to him. "Do not fear for yourself or Lucan, whatever may happen."

Dagonet stared down at the woman, blue eyes concerned. Was she mad? "You are still ill, Brigid. You must rest."

Brigid shook her head. "The last thing that I am is ill or tired, Dagonet." She released his arm and wandered off, unaware that her swaying hips had caught more than one pair of eyes.

She wandered a while until she found a second fire. A ring of stones surrounded the fire that had been lit, a trio of rabbits had been laid near it with branches to roast them over the flames. Picking up a knife from atop a stone, she set about skinning the rabbits, and finding a pouch of herbs, rubbed the herbs into the flesh before quickly threading the beasts onto the wetted branch to roast. Rocking back on her heels, she looked around to find several knights watching her with curiosity.

"Cooking for us?" asked Bors, pointing to the rabbits that crackled over the flames.

Brigid shrugged. "It was there to be done," she answered simply, turning the rabbit on the spit. She wiped her hands on the snow and stood. She cocked her head to one side as her eyes swept the knights. "I am Brigid," she offered with a soft smile.

Bors grinned. "I'm Bors. That's Gawain," he pointed to the tawny-maned knight.

"Leon," she whispered, grey eyes widening. Not since she'd seen the Saxons had she seen hair the color of gold.

Gawain nodded, not noticing her inspection as his blue eyes dropping down to the rabbits that were dripping fat into the fire with sizzling heat. The smell alone was enough to drive any thought but dinner from his mind.

"And that's Galahad," he pointed to dark-haired young man with an equally dark beard. She smiled at the youngest man, noting his serious gaze. "Dagonet you've met, Arthur you've seen, Lancelot you've been carried by."

Brigid smothered a chuckle, struggling to maintain a placid appearance as the knight continued his introductions. The twinkle in her eyes was thankfully hidden by the darkness.

"And Tristan is standing behind you."

TBC

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Translations:

Leon: lion

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To My Wonderful Reviewers:

BleedingTwilight: I'm so glad you're enjoying! And I'm so glad you like Brigid's personality. And, per your request, here's the next bit. Sorry that it's a little short. But more is coming. Promise.

Miluielwen: Yay! Not Mary-Sueish! Don't worry, her relationship with Guenevere, her past and all of your questions will be answered. And with the speed that my muses are attacking my brain, this might be a very quickly written story.

Homeric: Thank you, thank you, thank you! Glad you like the interaction and I couldn't agree with you more. Dagonet is a tough nut to crack. And thank you for giving such wonderful inspiration in the form of your own writing.

Scottishgal12: With pleasure I deliver the next installment.

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