Chapter 2 rewritten

A/N: Thank you for your reviews. I am glad that you like the idea. I myself got fed up, with that there were no love stories about Gawain so to solve the problem I decided to write it myself.

I hope that you continue to enjoy the story.

I steered Flecha away from Tristan to go and scout the area which was assigned to me, but just as I was about to give Flecha free reign something in my head told me to rein him in. I asked Flecha to stand still – well, as still as he could. He heeded my request but not without some protesting.

"Tristan! Good luck, rus!" I called after him, looking over my shoulder.

He too stopped Indian and looked at me. He being the quiet one out of all the knights, the only reply which I got was a nod, and a fist in the air, but that was a good enough answer.

With that I gave a firm kick to Flechas sides, at the same time leaning over his neck to give him his back. He gave a happy kick and was off, all too happy to get the chance to stretch his legs. All of the time I kept my eyes open in case there were any Woads hidden which could cause a threat to the bishop. Once I was satisfied that there was no danger I reigned Flecha back in and let him walk in order to cool down.

I leaned down close to his neck and whispered soothingly in his ear, "Well boy, I think that we have scouted long enough. What do you say to making our way back to the others?" Immediately I got a reply from him and that was a twitch of the ear, along with a nicker and a bob of the head.

Finally I spotted the others: they were coming to the wall. I gently nudged Flecha, who immediately understood and set into a quiet canter up to them. When I passed the bishop's carriage I felt as if there was someone watching me, and I most definitely did not like but I decided not to pay too much attention to it. I brought Flecha close to the others in time to hear Gawain telling about his plans for home.

"I'm going to find myself a beautiful Sarmatian woman to wed," he said, looking all dreamy, and before I could even stop my thoughts I began to dream about how it would be if that woman would be me. Just then reality decided to show its ugly head. Of course it would never be me, I was not beautiful and he did say beautiful.

"Beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left in the first place?" Bors said, giving a sound of a grumpy cow.

"Hey!!!!" I called from behind.

Apparently he had only just realized that I had arrived, and quickly went to cover up his mistake: "Not you, Mer! Of course you're not in that category," he said, looking very innocent.

I already knew that he did not really mean anything by it, for we had that habit of having a laugh about what ever we could whenever we could.

"What about you, Lancelot? What are your plans for home?" he asked, as Lancelot brought Tempest up next to Bor's horse.

"Well, if this woman of Gawain is as beautiful as he claims, I guess I will be spending a lot of time at Gawain's house. His wife would welcome the company," he said already knowing what the response was going to be.

"I see. And what would I be doing?" Gawain said in that deep beautiful voice which I loved so much.

"Wondering at your good fortune when all of your children look like me," he responded, as he drove Tempest forward to catch up with Arthur. "Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?" Gawain called back.

As Lancelot moved forward, I urged Flecha to take his place.

"And what about you Mer?" Bors' asked looking at me, along with all of the other eyes of the group.

"Well, maybe I should challenge Gawain with the idea about wedding a beautiful Sarmatian woman," I said looking Gawain straight in the eyes.

He had an expression for a moment that I could not read before he masked it up with humor, "Well how about I take you up on that offer?" he said.

I began to move Flecha further when I looked over my shoulder "You bet."

A/N: well that was chapter 2, I hope that you enjoyed it, and please remember to review and tell me what you think.

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