Lela sat on the bed, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. She stared out the window. She could already see the fingers of drawn grabbing at the darkness. She turned slightly and looked at Lancelot, sleeping next to her. His hand rested against her back, a comforting feeling.
Even as she looked at him, his black eyes opened and he looked at her for a long moment. "You should be sleeping," he said quietly.
Lela smiled. "I'm not tired."
Lancelot sat up and stretched. He pulled her close and nuzzled her hair. He sighed. "Are you already watching the dawn?"
Lela slid her arms around his neck. "Yes. I was wishing it away."
"Don't," Lancelot said quietly. He kissed her deeply, gripping her shoulders. "It's bound to come sooner or later."
Lancelot smiled slightly. "All we have to do is get this family. Rome is pulling out of Briton. And when we return…we can do whatever we want. Go wherever we want to do. Make love anywhere we wish."
"I would stay here in Briton. Just you and I…and the rest of the Knights. They can bring their families here and we would live in a world all our own."
"It sounds like a dream," Lancelot said quietly.
"A dream you and I shall live," Lela said fiercely.
Lancelot ran his fingers through her hair. "I wish you weren't going with us."
"It's dangerous territory you're going through. Merlin's territory."
Lancelot nodded. "I know."
"And the Saxons…"
"I take one problem at a time," said Lancelot. "But I always keep in mind…at the end of all this hell…is my freedom."
Arthur looked at his sister next morning but she refused to meet his gaze. "Lela."
She ignored him and swung up herself up into her saddle. She turned the horse to face the gate.
"Lela." Arthur grabbed the bridle. "What would you have me do?"
She looked at him. "Exactly what you have done, Arthur," she said quietly. "Absolutely nothing." She spurred her horse through the gate, Lancelot and the rest of the Knights following her.
Arthur thundered after her and they left the gates of Briton.