Luthien's POV –

Every bone in my body was on fire as I lay huddled in my cell, listening to the man sitting outside our cells chant some ritual to his God. I looked towards Guinevere's cell. Although I could not hear anything I knew that she was in pain, alive, but in pain. It could not have been more then an hour since the last torture session, where they had tortured us both, for answers which we did not even have.

Suddenly out of no where there was a tremendous sound coming from outside. It sounded like some one was trying to get in. I quickly scurried towards the back of my cell, and waited for what was undoubtedly still to come. I waited for what seemed like hours until finally the man standing outside our cells stood up to go and see who the intruders were.

"Who are these defilers of the lord's temple?" the man asked. I heard a warm comforting voice come out of the darkness, commanding the man to move out of the way as he shoved his way by him. The voice brought warmth and solitude which we have all been deprived of since we were first thrown into these rotten cells.

For the longest time I just sat there, not daring to move closer to the cell gate, for fear that this was all just a trap. I was determined that no matter how soothing the voice of the man was, and no mater how much needed comfort it brought I was not going to move.

For what seemed like hours we just sat there hearing nothing but the sound of burning torches. Until finally "The work of your God" it was the same man who had spoken earlier "Is this how he answers your prayers?" I was felt lost I could not understand what was going on, it sounded as if the man was speaking to a Christian, when clearly the man was not a Christian himself, yet he spoke to the other as if they were brothers.

"See if there is any still alive" Another male voice spoke, this time the voice was harsher, it sounded Roman, and yet it still held gentleness to it. There was a loud clash of steel and one of the cell gates fell open. "How dare you set foot in this holy place?" this time it was another voice that I did recognize, it was one of those filthy Romans who stood by earlier and watched us being tortured, with a smug look on his face.

I heard a loud groan and then the sound of flesh being pierced by metal, indicating that one of the men had just been killed, yet who it was I did not know. Secretly I hoped that it was one of the Romans.

"There was a man of God!" This was another voice that I recognized, the man who had stood watch outside our cells all this time. "Not my God!" sounded the warm and comforting voice once again.

"This one's dead!" came the voice from the gentle Roman. "By the smell they are all dead" this time it was a completely different voice a much harsher voice, yet held just as much tenderness as all the others. "And you, you even move, you join him" The same man said once again.

"Arthur!" This voice was the most soothing voice I had yet to hear, it was full of warmth and kindness, yet there was also a greater sadness to the voice as well, as though the man who it belong to had been through something that no one could describe. It was only then that it hit me. The man had just found Lucan, a young boy who had been taken hostage three weeks ago, his parents had been killed, partly because of starvation and partly due to the torture that their bodies could not stand.

I wanted to scramble to the gate of my cell and protect the poor boy, yet I knew that my broken body would not be of much use against such men. Lucan's only hope now was that these men would hopefully not harm him.

"You must not fear me" the gentle man said to Lucan as he brought him out of his small hole. The only thing that I could do was hope that the man meant what he said. I saw one of the men walk next to my cell, and crouch down in front of Guinevere's cell. Then there was once again the sound of metal colliding with metal and the gate to Guinevere's cell fell open. After a short moment I saw the Roman man walk by again with Guinevere, and that was when I snapped, "No don't take her, please don't take her" I cried out weakly, that was when both men stopped and one of the men who had a gently face with black curly hair and eyes that you could fall into, knelt down in front of my cell to peer inside. When he saw me, he looked shocked, but stood up again swung his sword back and hit the chains to the gate of my cell, the man reached in side and grabbed me with one hand around my shoulders and the other under my knees, my body was too weak to put up a fight, so I just let him grab me.

As we walked out of the chamber I managed to get a glimpse at the man who had been run through with the sword, and to my delight I saw that if fact it was one of the filthy Roman men who had tortured. We walked through the archway and into the corridors, up the stairs, to where the torture chambers were, I was nervous all the time that we would head straight back to the torture devices for more ridiculous questions, when to my surprise we walked right by them and passed through the door and into the bright sun light.

Normal POV –

I saw Lancelot come out of the shed first holding a frail looking woman in his arms with Cole black hair. She wore a tattered rag which I guess was supposed to resemble clothing. The rag did little to conceal her arms and legs, which gave away her physical state. The poor thing was little more then skin and bones, and yet I could still see the remains of the muscle which once made her a strong warrior. It was obvious by looking at her state that she had been starved to death.

I only had to look at the expression on Lancelot's face to see that whatever had happened down there in the shed was not good.

I moved Flecha away from the Roman and towards Lancelot and the woman, in order to get a better look at the woman, just as Arthur came out of the shed holding another girl also with bole black hair, who was in a similar state as the previous woman.

Arthur was followed by Dagonet who was carrying a small boy. The boy was in a better state then the two women were, yet the poor thing looked like he was frightened to death.

The fear in the boy's eyes was confirmed when he saw the Roman guards, and dug his way further into Dagonet's chest.

"Get me some water!" he ordered anyone who was around.

I got close enough the Lancelot and the woman to identify her race. However what I saw was not what I was expecting in the least. "She's a Sarmatian"

Lancelot looked up at me with such anger and hatred that I felt a cold shiver of fear crawl up my spine "I know she is my sister, Luthien" At the revilement I almost stood up in the saddle and pulled back Flecha's reins.

"I told her I would return, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that she would come in search for me, and then get caught by Romans.

Luthien's POV –

I vaguely heard the man kneeling by my side say that he was my brother and the revelation made me grab hold of his armor with weak hands. I had finally found my brother.

My gaze drifted over to where the gentle giant was tending Lucan. There was something about the man which drew me to him, his eyes and his voice were gentle, yet he looked like he had been to hell and back again. As I looked at him I knew that I would not be able to rest till I got to know him, and unraveled the mysteries which lay behind the man.

Normal POV -

I noticed Gawain emerge from the shed with the two men who were guarding the shed, he held them both by the scruff of the neck, and once he had them out of the shed he shoved them down onto the snow. Our eyes met and I saw the same look in his eyes that I had seen in Lancelot's eyes. Gawain looked at me with angry and sad eyes which told me everything that I needed to know. Gawain was the kind of man who could handle himself in the face of battle, but when it came to torture of innocents he was like a child who had been abandoned by his mother.

The woman who we all suspected to be the Roman's wife came over and gave Luthien some water. At first Luthien chocked on the water, but once she was over the initial shock of tasting fluids again, she swallowed the water easily.

Luthien pulled her head away from the water skin and buried her head in Lancelot's chest. Lancelot pulled her closer his chest and wrapped her in his cloak to shield her from the cold. The woman who had given Luthien water moved on to help the other woman who Arthur had carried out and was now tending to.

I moved away from Lancelot and Luthien in order to give them some privacy, and moved towards Gawain. I dismounted Flecha and stood next to Gawain, I reached over and took hold of his hand, as I looked up into his eyes I gave his hand a gentle but firm squeeze, giving him the support at least till we got out of here and I cold take care of him better.

"She's a Woad" I heard Tristan inform the rest of us. I saw Bors give a frustrated sigh as he leaned back into his saddle, I could read his thoughts in his eyes, and I knew that he was thinking that of all the things that could have happened on top of having to rescue Romans why on earth did this have to happen.

The Woad in Arthur's arms had barely enough time to swallow a few sips before the Roman came up to us in a rage "Stop what you are doing" Arthur stood up in order to

become level with the Roman "What is this madness?" he asked him in a commanding voice. "They are all pagans here" the Roman said as he gestured to all the people standing around us. "So are we" Galahad said, in reality, really when dealing with Romans Galahad is not the best person for the job, although the only thing which Galahad did was voice what we all felt. "They refuse to do the task God has set for them, they must die, as an example" that was the final straw which broke Arthur's back, as he exploded with rage "You mean they refuse to be your serfs?" he asked in a tone of voice that held no room for argument.

The Roman looked completely appalled and stumped that Arthur would even begin to disagree with his way of thinking; "You are a Roman, you understand, and you are a Christian" The Roman looked down on the woman who was kneeling down next to the Woad woman "You! You kept them alive" He moved forward and backhanded her across the face. I saw Lancelot moving to punch the Roman, but Arthur beat him to it.

The Roman fell hard to the ground. Arthur picked up his sword and took two strides forward till he was towering over the Roman, with Excalibur pointed at his throat.

"My lord" Two of the Roman guards moved forward with their hands on the hilts in attempt to protect their master. "No, no stop" The Roman ordered, and I must say that I was surprised to see that the Roman at least knew when to hold back.

The Roman looked up at Arthur and said in an incredibly thick Roman accent "When we get to the wall you will be punished for this hearsay" As a response Arthur knelt down, grabbed the roman by the front of his cloak, hoisting him up a bit off of the ground and said in a threatening voice "Perhaps I should kill you now and seal my fate".

Out of nowhere one of the scrawny shed guards spoke up "I was willing to die with them, yes, to lead them to their rightful place, it is God's wish that these sinners be sacrificed, only then can their souls be saved" I saw Lancelot stiffen at the remark, and Arthur got up and looked at the man "Then I shall grant him his wish" I was utterly shocked to see that the Roman was actually relieved. I swear that I will never understand these Romans.

"Wall them back up" I wiped my head around to look at Arthur in horror. That was not possible. Walling them up costed time; time which we did not have, the Saxons were on our tail. "Arthur, we don't have time" I told him pleadingly. Arthur seemed not to hear me, when Arthur did not react to my plea Tristan leaned over his horses and called his name, as he tried to reason with our commander and friend. "I SAID WALL THEM UP!!" Arthur yelled as he lost his temper.

I ran my hand through my hair and while sighing in frustration I turned around in a circle. "Don't you see it is the will of God that these sinners be sacrificed" the smelly Roman said, as the young farmer boy who had just recently been placed under Arthur's command, crashed into him and forced him back into the shed, More villagers came running to force the Romans workers, who were so keen on seeing other people suffer, back into the shed.

Gawain stormed off angry and frustrated back to where Adrian stood; he hoisted him self back into the saddle and with a cry rode off.

I walked over to where Lancelot and Luthien lay on the ground. "Come on, let's get her into a cart. Lancelot nodded, as he picked Luthien up and carried her to where the carts were.

I climbed into a cart which the villagers had prepared. I smiled slightly as I saw that they had placed furs in the back of the cart. I moved forward and took one of the thicker furs and placed it on the floor of the cart, near the side, next to the wall of the cart.

Lancelot placed Luthien down on the fur, and reached for a lighter fur, which he placed over Luthien. He sat down next to her and began to keep his vigil.

I moved out of the wagon, and saw that both Flecha and Tempest waiting out side the cart. I smiled at them both and moved to reach for Tempest's reins. The powerful stallion made his way to shy away from me, but with a few soothing words he calmed down and allowed me to lead him to the side of the cart where I could tie him to a hook on the cart.

I moved over to Flecha, clapped him once on the shoulder in greeting, took hold of his mane, and hoisted myself up into the saddle. "Thank you boy" I looked to see Arthur already on Feonaro waiting for the signal that all was ready.

I checked to see that everyone was with us. When I was sure that everyone was ready I gave the signal to move forward.