A/N: Finally updated! And I almost added the wrong chapter...lol..it wasn't even for this story either, it was for my other story! I'm so blonde! Anyway..the next chapter won't take as long. Enjoy and please review! :)

Disclaimer: Own, I do not. -(little Yoda for ya!)

The two other Knight's followed behind Lady Adeline to the Throne Room. Jester, Rake, Smithy and Pepper sat in shock at what they just witnessed. Jane paced in front of Gunther, purely fuming over the situation. Gunther, who had not moved or spoke in a good half hour, abruptly stood and walked off to the practice yard. Everyone snapped out of their own hypnosis at this, and went back to their duties in silence.

Jane walked into the practice yard to find Gunther taking his anger out on the poor practice dummy. She noticed he was using mainly his left arm, switching the wooden sword to his right every few blows, but only for a short time. "You are going to hurt yourself if you keep that up." Jane stood a few paces behind him with her arms crossed.

"Does not matter anymore. It is over." Gunther replied through clenched teeth.

"You cannot give up, Gunther!" Jane exclaimed. "The Gunther I know does not ever give up. He fights."

Gunther stopped hitting the dummy, and turned to face Jane, his breathing heavy. "There is nothing left to fight for."

The words cut through Jane like a dagger. Her face fell, hurt in her eyes, then quickly her expression hardened into a glare, and though she tried to hide it, her voice shook as she spoke; "What about me? Us? You said you have cared about me for a long time. Am I no longer worth fighting for? If you have not noticed Gunther I care for you too, and not as just a comrade. You cannot just throw everything away because of some stupid thing my mother says."

Gunther took a step closer to her, "You do not deserve someone as lowly as me, Jane. I cannot provide for you properly. I cannot even hold my position here at court."

"That has yet to be decided." Jane's teeth were clenched.

Gunther shook his head and gave a sort of laugh-cough, "I can barely hold a sword in my right hand. I will be out of the King's service in two days, Jane. You are not worthy of someone who cannot even hold his own."

"You hold your own very well, Gunther, and I think should decide who I deserve." Jane said in a low voice. Then her voice returned to normal volume and filled with determination, "Come on, we have to fight this, let me see what you can do. After all, it is my duty to make sure you are back in tip top shape come the demonstration." Jane smiled.

Sighing, Gunther conceded.

Once Jane had her fake sword in hand, they began to spar, she made him keep his sword in his right hand. Gunther winced in pain every time he thrust his sword at her, or when he had to block a blow above his head. After a couple hours, Sir Theodore and Sir Ivon walked into the yard, calling the two squires to halt.

"Gunther, Sir Ivon and myself must have a word with you immediately." Sir Theodore informed. "In private."

Nodding, Gunther handed Jane his practice sword, and followed the Knights into their quarters.

"Your father has been found." Sir Theodore confessed, once they were inside with the door closed.

"What? Where?" Gunther demanded. "Is he dead? If not, he will be once I get hold of him."

Sir Theodore held up a hand to silence Gunther. "Though I understand your position, there will be no need of that. He is being held prisoner in Damascus. Apparently, he failed at deceiving the wrong person there. They will keep him, and justice will be served him plenty there. Magnus' house and possessions now belong to you."

"I wish to never set foot in that house again, and plan to get rid of it."

"It is yours to do with as you wish. Also, Gunther, the king is worried about your strength, we want you to work hard at gaining it back, but do not over work yourself and cause further injury."

"Yes, Sir Theodore."

"You may go now, Gunther."

OOOOOO

Gunther arrived at the table as everyone had just started eating the evening meal. Pepper, noticing his presence, jumped up and ran to the kitchen to fetch him a plate of food.

"Thank you, Pepper." Gunther sat next to Smithy and across from Jester and Jane.

"I brought you tea to help with any pain. How is your arm feeling?" Pepper asked, setting the plate and tea down in front of him.

"Much better." Without another word Gunther ate, and did not look up from his plate.

Towards the end of the meal, Jane gently kicked Gunther under the table, causing him to turn his eyes up to her. Jane gave him a concerned look that asked what was wrong. Gunther abruptly stood, and left the table. Everyone watched him walk away, and Jester turned to Jane, "What was that all about?"

"I do not know, but I am going to go find out."

Jane followed Gunther into the practice yard. "Would you like to talk about it?" She asked softly as he picked up a stave.

Gunther looked at Jane and sighed. "Magnus has been found."

"That is excellent news, Gunther. Now he can be brought to justice. When will he arrive back here?"

Gunther shook his head and answered, "He will not be returning to Kippernia ever again. He was arrested in Damascus for deceiving the wrong person, and will be punished there."

Jane picked up the other stave and holding it in front of herself began to circle Gunther slowly. "Oh. Well at least he shall get what he deserves." Jane offered as she and Gunther began to spar.

"Yes, but I do not get what I want out of it." Gunther replied between breaths and blows.

"And what might that be, Gunther?" Jane inquired blocking a blow from the side.

"Revenge." The words fell off Gunther's tongues easily.

"What of his possessions?"

"Mine. Everything is now mine. I plan on getting rid of the house, I want nothing to do with it."

Jane and Gunther talked about what Magnus' fate would be while they sparred. Though they were sparring, it looked more like an intricate dance. They moved fluidly with and against each other, circling and even twirling every now and again. Blocking blows, throwing blows. Handling the stave was easier than the sword for Gunther. He threw a blow over Jane's head that she blocked and held at bay with her own stave. She pushed against the stave, throwing Gunther back, and quickly twirling her stave knocking Gunther's out of his hands. "Yield." She elated. "That was very good, Gunther."

"Thank you, Jane."