A/N

Ok, I'm moving onto the movie stuff starting from when the knights are going back to the Wall after collecting the Bishop :) Enjoy! (Also added a lot of movie dialogue just tried to fit Zala moments into it hope I've not put too much of the speech in it though! And Zala is 18 so 6 years after last story…I think hehe)

Zala's P.O.V

I rode with my brother's along the side of the Wall. My black hair was pulled into a tight bun on the back of my head, but it wasn't so tight now; strands had come loose during the small battle we had just faced against the woads. None of us had been harmed, thankfully, and we were in relatively high spirits. Today was our release day and we were escorting the Bishop back to the fort. Gawain, Bors and Galahad were riding in front of me and Lancelot was behind with Tristan but I didn't talk to any of them. I felt uneasy…despite the fact we were getting our freedom.

"I don't like him, that Roman." I shook myself out of my thoughts at that. It seemed Galahad and I were toying with the same idea. "If he's here to discharge us, why doesn't he just give us our papers?" Gawain looked at him incredulously.

"Is this your happy face?" I choked back a laugh as Galahad remained stony faced. "Galahad, do you still not know the Roman's? They won't scratch their arses without holding a ceremony." I giggled making my horse skitter a bit but I controlled her with a soothing whisper.

"Why don't you just kill him, and then discharge yourself after?" asked Bors.

"I don't kill for pleasure, unlike some," Eyes seemed to dart to Tristan and my own gaze moved to him as he looked up at us.

"Well you should try it someday, you might get a taste for it," The others chuckled. It was a typical Tristan comment if you asked me and it made me smile.

"It's a part of you. It's in your blood," said Bors and I flinched. I didn't want it to be in my blood. I'd only joined the knights through Arthur and because I had wanted to fight then. It wasn't that I didn't want to fight anymore. I loved being able to wield a sword and defend myself but after seeing so much death around me, I wanted to cut that part away the moment I was free. Galahad seemed to be of the same opinion.

"No no no. No. As of tomorrow, this was all just a bad memory." I sighed deeply, retreating into my own thoughts for a moment. The lush grass, the troops of soldiers, the wagon trains all went unnoticed as I tried to find a source for my unease. I looked to the vast blue sky, hoping it would hold some information but still the answer eluded me.

"So much for home, it's not so clear in my memory," I jerked out of my thoughts as I heard Gawain's voice. A deep longing I had been suppressing for years stirred in my heart but once again I forced it away. Letting it out for one minute would have all my brother's hovering around me to make sure I was ok while it involved me having to stare into eyes filled with pity. I wasn't having anyone feeling sorry for me! Not me, Zala, the only female knight. I had to be as strong as my brother's.

"Well you speak for yourself. It's cold back there, and everyone I know is dead and buried. Besides, I have, I think, a dozen children."

"Eleven," Gawain and I chorused making Galahad chuckle. Bors studied us for a second and I felt a sudden urge to stick my tongue out at him but I didn't. I think I was getting a little too old for that but it made me giggle all the more at his expression.

"You listen. When the Romans leave here, we'll have the run of all this place. I'll be governor in my own village and Dagonet will be my personal guard, and royal arse kisser won't you Dag?" I sighed and shook my head at Bors bluntness but then again, Bors wouldn't be Bors without it. Dagonet didn't reply and after catching his eye I leaned back towards him and whispered.

"Not if he has to kiss yours first," We barely held our laughter as Bors turned and looked at us as if we were mad. Thankfully it didn't appear he'd heard us.

"First thing I will do when I get home is find a beautiful Sarmatian woman to wed." I looked at my cousin and battered my eyelids making him laugh and he whispered out the side of his mouth "Hardly Zala," I grinned at him and he grinned back. I knew what he meant even if it would seem harsh to other ears.

"A beautiful Sarmatian woman. Why'd you think we left in the first place?" My head whipped round in shock and I glared at Bors furiously as he made a cow noise. The others laughed but I managed to squeeze my horse next to his and gave him a cuff round the head.

"Are you implying that I am ugly?" I asked in a deadly voice that made Bors look away and mutter quickly "No, I wasn't meaning you…just…most of them," Unsatisfied, I drew my horse away from his but continued glaring at his back as we rode on.

"Oh Bors you know better than to get on the wrong side of this one," I looked as Lancelot rode up to us. I was in a half mind to snap at him too but I held my tongue. No use taking my frustration out on others even if they did sometimes deserve it. Clearly Bors was keen to change the subject though.

"What about you Lancelot? What are your plans for home?"

"Well if this woman of Gawain's is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gawain's house. His wife will welcome the company." I stared at Lancelot. So full of himself…

"I see and what will I be doing?" asked Gawain, raising an eyebrow as I scoffed.

"Well I would say you'd be trying to protect your wife," I teased but Lancelot looked up with a devilish grin.

"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me," I chocked mid-breath and burst out laughing, nearly doubling over in my saddle as Lancelot rode off to join Arthur and Gawain replied almost haughtily; "Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?"

I couldn't be sure how long I laughed for but when I eventually pulled myself together Gawain, Bors and Galahad were looking at me in amazement.

"I didn't know you had such a pair of lungs on you Zala," laughed Galahad and I managed a grin, clutching my chest as I wheezed for added emphasis.

"Yes…and I think…I just flattened them," The others laughed and Gawain reached over and ruffled my hair.

"You're a rascal but I wouldn't have it any other way,"