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Chapter 11

Isabel and Tristan followed Lancelot to the house where they were staying. They found out that also Gawain and Kay were staying there, but it didn't bother Isabel when she discovered that she was alone in one chamber, or actually it was more like a closet but at least there was a bed where she could sleep. Isabel was hardly settled down when there was knock on the door and when she opened it she saw a young girl standing behind it.

"I was asked to tell you that your bath is ready, madam." She had a respectful tone on her voice and Isabel was a little amused by her behaviour.

"Thank you. I'm ready for that if you just can show me where I have to go."

"Of course, madam." The girl made a curtsey and Isabel gave her a gentle smile.

"You don't need to call me madam or anything else like that. I'm Isabel. What is your name?"

"I'm Louise, madam. You can follow me, I'll show you where you can take the bath."

Isabel turned from the door and shaked her head, maybe it was better to let this girl call her madam, it seemed like she would do it despite Isabel told not to.

Isabel had no towel or anything to wash herself with, but she wished that she was given at least a towel of some kind, she wasn't going to put clothes on to wet body. She took a simple dress with her, because it was nicer to wear than a dress which she wore on that moment, then she followed Louise to the room where she saw an iron sink which was filled with warm water.

"I'll help you if you want, madam." Louise made a curtsey again.

"Thank you." Isabel smiled a little thinking that it wasn't so bad when someone referred to her as madam, at least it was change for the names which she had been called before.

Isabel let Louise help her with her clothes and when she was on her birth costume, she stepped on the sink. She sat on the sink and let out a relaxed sigh. It felt so good just lay there on the warm water. Soon Louise started to wash her and first Isabel felt a little awkward. She hadn't used to be served, but she understood that it was a custom that servants washed the visitor and she let Louise to do that. She insisted that she wanted to wash her long blond hair herself though and Louise let her do that, but Isabel noticed the slightly wondering look on her eyes. When the water started to feel a little too cold Isabel stood finally up from the sink and let Louise to dry her with the rough towel. Also it felt strange for her but she concentrated on staring the wall and let the girl to do her job. Just before Isabel was dry enough so that she could put clothes on again, there was a short knock on the door and before she could say or do anything, the door opened and she saw Tristan standing on the door.

Tristan had stood behind the door of the room where he knew Isabel taking a bath. He wanted to talk to the young woman and he knew that now was his only possible change, because Arthur had asked him and Gawain to go and look if they could see any signs of the Scotch and they would ride from the village very soon. He wasn't sure when they would come back and he wanted to talk to Isabel as soon as possible. The scout took a deep breath before he knocked on the door hoping that Isabel would have taken the bath already and would be fully dressed. He didn't mind seeing the beautiful blonde without clothes, but he wasn't sure how Isabel would react in that case, it was possible that she would explode again and Tristan certainly didn't want that. Tristan didn't wait the answer after he had knocked on the door, and in the seconds he realized that he had done a big mistake again. He stood by the door and saw Isabel only towel around her turning to the door and in seconds her green eyes were flaming.

"Sir Tristan!" Isabel screamed. "What are you doing? GET OUT!"

The scout didn't move and Isabel stared at her.

"Can't you see I'm not dressed! Get out, moron!" Isabel screamed so loud that the whole house must have heard it. She couldn't believe that Tristan was standing there and just staring at her half naked figure. Somewhere deep in her mind she felt good when the scout watched her admiring expression in his eyes, but she pushed that thought away.

" I wanted to talk to you." Tristan said finally.

"I'm not talking to you now. Leave!" Isabel murmurred and took the first object which happened to come to her hand. It was a brush which she threw towards the knight who reacted fast and the brush hit the door when Tristan closed it behind him when he left the bathing room.

Tristan saw Gawain and Galahad running on the aisle towards the room, they had been allerted by the loud screaming of Isabel. Tristan leaned on the closed door when two knights reached him.

"What's going on? We heard a woman screaming. Was it Isabel?" Gawain asked.

"Yes it was her." Tristan said hint of smile on his lips.

"What did you do now?" Galahad sighed watching closely the scout. He quessed that Tristan had said or done again something which made the strange blonde angry.

"I wanted to talk to her. But I surprised her..."

"She is taking the bath, isn't she?" Gawain asked.

Tristan just nodded and Gawain continued.

"You surprised her?"

"Yes. She had just gotten out of the sink. She had only towel around her." The scout replied thinking the sight of her tall and curvy body. She didn't only have beautiful face, her body was also that kind of body which Tristan liked.

"Your timing is always perfect." Galahad sighed. "And now you made her angry again. What is wrong with you, Tristan?"

"I don't know, Galahad. I don't know." Tristan sighed heavily and turned to go out of the house.

Isabel watched out of the small window when Tristan and Gawain rode out of the yard. She got the feeling that Tristan knew her watching because the scout watched straight to her direction when he got on the saddle. Isabel drew back fast and made sure that Tristan didn't see her watching. This time she wasn't actually mad at the knight, on the contrary she had felt a pleasant shiver going through her body when Tristan had marched to the room, despite she had yelled to him again. When Tristan had left the room, Isabel had stared the door for a moment but then she had heard Louise giggling.

"He got a little scared." The maid had said.

"Who? Tristan?" Isabel had turned her questioning eyes to the girl.

"If that is his name, yes."

"I guess he did." Isabel had sighed and added more to herself. "And this wasn't the first time."

"He's quite handsome." Louise had commented and Isabel had seen her winking.

"Yes. I suppose he is." Isabel had replied when she started to dress up again.

Few minutes after Gawain and Tristan had left the village, Galahad knocked on Isabel's door. When he heard her yelling the permission to enter the room, he opened the door and looked at the blonde a hint of smile on his lips.

"So, Sir Tristan made you angry again."

"Well, actually I'm not angry at him." Isabel giggled a little. "I just didn't expect him entering the room before I gave the permission. Specially not when I had only a towel around me."

"He just doesn't always think what he does. Not that he isn't a good scout and knight. It's just that you have made him rather confused."

"He's not the only one who's confused here." Isabel sighed, then the grin came to her face again. "Doesn't waiting the permission to enter the room before you actually do it belong to your habit?"

"It does. Or at least I wait the permission first." Galahad laughed. "But maybe they do things differently in Lyonnesse where's Tristan from."

"Maybe it is so." Isabel smiled. "I don't want to sound rude, but was there something you wanted?"

"Actually there was. Arthur asked if you wanted to join us to dinner." When he saw Isabel's slightly hesitant expression, he added. "Don't worry, Tristan won't be there. He's scouting."

"I wasn't thinking that... Are you sure that I should come?" Isabel asked.

"Of course. You have travelled with us for three days and you are coming with us back to home, aren't you?" Galahad didn't fully understand her hesitation, but he knew that being with them was strange to the young woman.

"Yes I am..."

"So, you are coming to have dinner with us?"

"Yes." Isabel smiled. "Yes, I'll come."

Galahad waited for Isabel outside the room until she was ready and when the blonde came out of the room Galahad smiled a little. Although she wore a rather simple, brown dress she looked beautiful when her blonde long hair was open and it came down almost to her lower back. Isabel watched the knight for a moment inquiring look in her eyes, but then Galahad grinned widely and gave his arm to her.

"Can I take you to dinner, mylady?"

Isabel blushed slightly when the knight addressed her like that, but she just nodded and put her hand on his arm. When they were on the building where other knights were already gathered around the table everyone turned to watch the couple when they entered the room and Lancelot stood from his place.

"You can sit here, Isabel. I'll go next to Gareth."

Galahad escorted her to her place and when she had sat down, she got a steaming plate of soup infront her. Isabel felt rather relaxed when the knights were talking around her while eating and also she took part in the conversation once in the while. When everyone had eaten, Arthur and Lancelot stood up and Arthur signed Isabel to follow them outside. When they were on the yard, Arthur turned to the blonde.

"Tristan told me about your dreams." He said bluntly and when he saw the horrified expression coming to her face, he continued. "Don't be worried. I guessed that there is a meaning for your being with us and Merlin hinted that something like this may happen before we found you. I think that you are meant to travel with us and your dreams are meant to help us."

Isabel watched Arthur and Lancelot for a moment. The truth was, that she was very relieft about Arthur and Lancelot's reactions.

"He had no business to tell you about those dreams. Actually he promised not to tell." Isabel finally said quietly.

"He knew that you wouldn't tell us. Not yet anyway. But he did right when he told us. And we won't tell it to others. You have my word." Arthur looked serious expression in his face and Lancelot nodded that he agreed with Arthur.

"I believe you." Isabel said truthfully.

"But you have to promise me something too." When the blonde had nodded, Arthur continued. "You have to promise that you tell me, if you have same kind of dreams again. Specially when those dreams concern us too."

"I promise." Isabel replied sincerely. She understood that in case she had a dream which would include Arthur and other knights, he needed to know about it.

Isabel realized that when Tristan had told Arthur about her dreams he had done the right thing, Isabel herself might had told about the dreams only when it was too late already. He wasn't angry to Tristan, on the contrary she was rather relieft.

The rest of the evening Isabel spent with the knights and talking with the inhabitants of the village where they stayed. When the sun was getting down she went to her chamber and undressed. Then she put her night-dress on and was already asleep when Tristan and Gawain rode back to village couple of hours later.