"Murphy, are you ready?" Seath had grasped the horse head and held it between her arms, the horse shook his head. "What no? You had better be ready, because we are going to escort these poor sods back to their beds."

The horse stepped sideways and took, what appeared to be, a good look at the knights near the wagon. Then the horse produced a noise that came very close to Gawain's laughter.

"That's one crazy horse you have there." Lancelot commented and Murphy tried to take a bit out of Lancelot's leg.

"It would appear that Murphy disagrees with you." Seath said as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

They rode the way back to the fortress almost in silence, Murphy appeared to be having a major conversation with Lancelot's horse. "I knew it." Seath yelled victoriously when they had entered through the fortress gates.

"You knew what?" Lancelot was again fully awake.

"I have the proof that my horse is from your tribe, why else would our horses have such a large and lively conversation with each other?" Seath pointed her finger in the direction of Lancelot, whom proceeded to roll his eyes.

"What's wrong are you having a seizure? Should I get Raicheal?" Seath grabbed Lancelot's head.

"Woman, you're hurting me." Lancelot tried to get Seath to let go of his hair.

"But it's soooo preetttyyyyyyyyy." Seath eyes got large and she batted her eyelashes at Lancelot. "Will you prance for me, pleeeeaaaaazeeeeee?" Now she stuck out her lower lip and started to pout.

Gawain and Galahad nearly fall of their horse from laughter. Finally it appeared that Lancelot was getting what he had deserved for years. Lancelot managed to pull Seath's hands from his hair and quickly jumped of his horse, making a dash for the tavern.

Tristan tried to quietly sneak away from the group and back to his own room. "Haven't you managed to die yet?" Seath had sneaked up on Tristan, who had been so concerned about Raicheal seeing him he had forgotten about Seath.

"It thought you wanted me on my back?" Tristan had somehow managed to hear Seath's comment to Gawain.

"I have changed my mind; you definitely would make a nice table ornament." Seath smirked at him.

"What is the last place Raicheal is going to look for you?" Seath asked Tristan who stood motionless in the darkness; He couldn't be too sure he had seen Raicheal run after Lancelot, not sure when she would return.

"Fortress Hall." Tristan had taken some time to think about his answer.

"Kind knight let me escort you there." Seath lifted Tristan's arm around her shoulders and helped him towards the Fortress Hall.

"Well Lancelot is safe for this evening." Raicheal returned to Gawain and Galahad who were taking care of the horses. "Where is Tristan?"

"Missing." Gawain looked at Raicheal. "But we can help you look." Galahad nodded in agreement.

"He's not here, so perhaps we should check his chamber?" Raicheal tried to pretend the conversation between her and the two knights wasn't real.

"I'm sure Tristan is all right. He has been taking care of himself for a long time now." Gawain realized what Raicheal was trying to do.

"Rai…" Galahad started but was interrupted by Raicheal.

"Don't do this to me."

"Do what to you?" Galahad asked.

"Make me choose between you two, I just can't." Raicheal sighed.

"It's okay Raicheal, let's just go find Tristan." Gawain knew this would happen and he feared that Raicheal would stop being their friend because of this, that he would lose Raicheal.

"What is the last place where you would look for Tristan?" Galahad looked at Gawain and Raicheal.

"Fortress Hall," they said in unison.

"Let's sneak up to him." Galahad motioned for the others to be silent as they walked to wards the large building.

"We could get in through the window on the roof."

"Galahad those windows don't open." Gawain smacked Galahad on his head.

"Sorry, forgot." Galahad smiled goofily at Gawain.

"I think your brain has had too much wine." Raicheal giggled.

"Ale, woman, ale." Galahad corrected Raicheal.

"I'll just peek through the keyhole." Raicheal had done that many times as a young girl.

"That's how you always knew what mission we were going on." Gawain stared in shock at Raicheal, who just shrugged her shoulders.

Galahad, who had proceeded to walk towards the door, was the first to take a peek through the keyhole; but nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness. As he put his hands against the door to push himself back the door opened a tiny bit, leaving room for Raicheal and Gawain.

They saw Tristan sitting in his own chair and Seath looking around the room and the suddenly jump onto the table. "I thought it would be one gigantic stone table." Seath admitted. The stories about the table where famous amongst the Woads.

"Wouldn't fit through the door." Tristan actually smiled as Seath decided to lie down on the table in front of him.

She rolled onto her side, put one hand on her hip and without skipping a beat announced. "So do I make a good table ornament or what?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Tristan, catching Tristan completely by surprise as he found himself laughing at her statement.

"A much better table ornament than me." Tristran leaned towards Seath until his lips touched hers.

Galahad, Gawain and Raicheal moved back from the door, none of them actually believed what they had heard. Galahad and Gawain sat down on the floor and stared at each other, they had never heard Tristan laugh out loud like that before. Raicheal decided to be brave and have another little peek.

She was just in time to witness Seath pulling Tristan's breeches just below his ass and whispering into Tristan's ear: "Nice."

"Very nice." Raicheal whisper to herself.

"What is very nice?" Galahad's voice close to her ear, Galahad pushed Raicheal away from the door and look in himself, wondering what on earth could be nice in the fortress hall.

"I so did not need to see that." Galahad whined softly as he tried to bury his head in Raicheal's hair as she moved next to him again.

"Don't you to think we should leave them be?" Gawain appeared to be the only one with a conscious at the moment.

"YES LEAVE US BE!" Seath yelled from the room startling not only the three outside but Tristan as well. Causing him to take a few steps away from her and fall into the chair.

"Sorry, just be careful with him. Arthur is going to murder you if you injure Tristan further." Raicheal said back as she was being pulled from the door by Gawain.

"I think Arthur will kill them both if he knew what they were doing in there." Gawain smirked.

"How the hell am I supposed to be able to look Tristan in the eye in that room anymore, without the image of his white ass mooning me?" Galahad complained.

"It's a good thing that Tristan's hair is always in front of his eyes then." Gawain grabbed Galahad with his other arm.

"Woman do you want me deaf?" Tristan said, as he rubbed his ears, Seath looked him up and down and started to laugh. "What's so funny?" Tristan said irritated.

"You." Seath pointed her finger at him.

"Yeah haha." Tristan got up and wanted to walk back, having forgotten that his breeches had fallen down to his feet.

"Stop and sit back down." Seath spoke suddenly and strictly.

"What?" Tristan looked at her confused.

"Breeches." Seath pointed at him again and jumped of the table. "I don't think you enjoy falling on your face."

Tristan looked down and remembered where his breeches had gone to and with a goofy smile sat back down on his chair. Seath climbed on to his lap and started to pull Tristan's hair away from his faces before kissing him again.

"What are you doing?" Tristan wondered as Seath was trying to try to get his hair behind his ears.

"I, for one, would like to see your face…" Seath stared at his for a moment and then put his hair back in front of his face, "Maybe not."

"Hey, I'm not that ugly." Tristan pretended to be hurt by her actions.

"You're right; it could be a lot worse. I mean you could look like Lancelot." Seath pulled a serious face. Having enough of talking, Tristan pulled Seath back towards him.

Standing outside in the small courtyard Raicheal tried her best to look neither Gawain nor Galahad in the eye. And both knights stood a little away from Raicheal and where looking at each other what their next move would be.

"Why don't we just pretend nothing happened and just go back to the way things where." Gawain had given up hope that it would ever work out.

"No, I love Raicheal. I can't pretend nothing happened. If you can that's okay with me but I get to be with Raicheal."

"Galahad! I'm not your possession and I don't want to hurt Gawain."

"What? You got somebody else who wants you?" Galahad was off into his own angry little world, choosing all the wrong words to represent his feelings. "I mean besides Gawain?"

"Galahad shut up." Gawain noticed the hurt in Raicheal's eyes.

"Gawain shut up yourself and don't tell me what to do." Galahad turned towards Gawain.

Raicheal realized that her friends were about to fight again over her. She had to do something because she knew she loved both her friends dearly. What if they can share? I mean if women can share one man then, why wouldn't two men be able to share one woman they loved?

Galahad was slowly walking towards Gawain who was backing away from him when he felt somebody tap him on the shoulder. "WHAT?" he roared as he turned his head, only to be met by Raicheal's lips.

As Raicheal moved away from Galahad she found both knights staring at her with their mouths open. She moved towards Gawain to give him a kiss as well, to let him know that she had made up her mind about the pair.

Since Gawain was fully aware of what was happening he, unlike Galahad, could take advantage of the situation and deepened the kiss. Pulling Raicheal tightly against his body , he only let go when he ran out of air.

Again they stood silently in the courtyard looking at each other, before Raicheal grabbed both knights by their arms and pulled them back to her own bedchambers.

Raicheal awoke the next morning sandwiched in between Galahad and Gawain, she smiled quietly to herself. Last night hadn't turned out as bad as I thought. Even now in his sleeping state Galahad, was very possessive of Raicheal having both his arms wrapped around her waist, leaving no room for Gawain.

As Raicheal looked up from staring at Gawain's chest she found him smiling at her. He softly kissed her forehead, and pulled a stared of hair from her face. Somehow Galahad subconsciously was a jealous as Galahad was stubborn and he pulled Raicheal tighter to his own chest.

Gawain didn't seem to mind that much as his smiled broadened. He grabbed Raicheal's had and held it close to his heart, again he closed his eyes a drifted back to sleep.

"Raicheal!" Bors' voice echoed through the hallway outside her bedchambers. It was followed back load banging on her door. "Raicheal!"

As she tried to get herself untangled from Galahad she looked at Gawain who had woken up again. Gawain yawned and decided to stretch himself forgetting how tiny Raicheal's cot was, causing him to land onto the floor with a thud.

"Gawain, are you alright?" Raicheal whispered as she leaned over him.

"No I think I need a kiss where it hurts." Gawain got back to his feet.

"Where does it hurt?" Raicheal looked concerned and realized Gawain was teasing her as he pointed to his backside. "Gawain! I'm not kissing your ass." Raicheal hit Gawain on his ass.

"I thought you liked a nice ass?" Gawain asked innocently as he pulled on his breeches and grabbed the pitcher of water.

"RAICHEAL!" Bors roared as he heard laughter coming from the room, banging on the door.

"Bors, what's wrong?" Raicheal pulled on her nightshift and opened the door a little. "Arthur needs all the knights in the fortress hall and I cannot find Gawain and Galahad." Bors tried to get the door to open further as he had a suspicion that one of the knights was in there.

Fortunately Gawain was leaning against the door with all his weight, therefore preventing Bors from opening the door. "If I see them, I'll let them know." Raicheal answered before slamming the door.

"There is one in there with you!" Bors yelled through the door and started to laugh loudly.

"Shut up Bors." Raicheal yelled back.

"What do we do about him?" Raicheal looked at Gawain.

"They're not going to believe him." Gawain pointed out.

"I wasn't talking about Bors! Who cares what he thinks?" Raicheal pointed towards Galahad had a replaced Raicheal's body with her pillow between his arms.

"Let me." Gawain smirked evilly, emptying the contents of the pitcher he was still holding over Galahad's head.

"I'm going to kill you." Galahad jumped out of the bed shaking his head to get rid of the water.

Galahad quickly dressed to catch up with Gawain who was pulling his shirt of his head. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Raicheal asked as Gawain opened the door to get a head start on Galahad.

"Like what?" Galahad looked at himself and then confused at Raicheal.

"Moron." Gawain muttered as he grabbed Raicheal and gave her a quick kiss before sprinting out of the door.

"Well?" Raicheal looked at Galahad who was debating whether to go after Gawain or kiss Raicheal first. "Come here." Raicheal grabbed Galahad's still wet hair and kissed him.

"Looks like somebody has had some fun." Lancelot's voice came from the door opening.

"Jealous?" Raicheal looked Lancelot in the eye.

"Perhaps I should join some day." Lancelot wanted to tease Galahad a bit more, knowing that the boy wasn't that fond of sharing his possessions.

"Over my dead body!" Galahad yelled at Lancelot.

"I don't think Gawain would mind that so much," Lancelot continued.

"No but I would." Raicheal smacked Lancelot on his uninjured shoulder.

"I'll take a look at your shoulder after your meeting with Arthur, and tell Tristan I want to see him as well." Raicheal pushed Lancelot into the hallway and Galahad after him.

Arthur was wondering in deep thoughts about last night when he headed towards the fortress hall. Guinevere was one demanding lady, and he hadn't enjoyed himself as much as he would have thought. Perhaps I should ask Lancelot what I've been doing wrong, all though that might not be such a good idea. Arthur realized that Lancelot would probably be laughing his ass of if he asked the knight.

As Arthur reached for the handle on the door, it flew open, hitting him against his shoulder and slamming him into the wall on the other side. As he opened his eyes he could make out a small, dark haired child run away from him. Maybe one of Bors'?

Getting back to his feet he opened the door and walked inside the fortress hall taking his places at the table. He looked up and let out a loud yell as he saw Tristan sitting on his chair already appearing to be a sleep.

Tristan opened his eyes as his ears register Arthur's loud yell, the yell caused him to believe he was in trouble so he let himself fall to the ground next to his chair. "Tristan?" Arthur had calmed down, from his surprise to find Tristan already in the fortress hall.

Tristan straightened up and winced as his wounds hurt, he was still half asleep and his mind was wondering why he felt so cold. "Tristan what happened to your breeches?" Arthur's eyes where the size of plates as he looked at the semi-naked Tristan.

Tristan looked down and noticed that his breeches where still bunched up at his feet, remembering what had happened last night he pulled them up with a smile. "Seath happened to my breeches." Tristan smirked slightly at Arthur, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with his knight smiling at him like that.

Fortunately, Bors walked into the hall before Arthur could make another comment that would embarrass himself even more. "Arthur." Bors greeted the man and took his place without taking much notice of Tristan who was dressing himself.

It didn't take long for the rest to show up as they took their place Tristan had finished dressing and moved his chair closer to the table, still beaming.

All the knights waited for Arthur to speak to them, all but Tristan watched Arthur stare in the direction of Tristan. As the knights followed his stare a loud eruption of laughter could be heard throughout the fortress.

Tristan looked up from his hands and stared at his fellow knights wondering what was so funny, he quickly realized that they were laughing because of him. Looking himself up and down he wonder what could possibly be funny about his appearance. "What?" he asked at Arthur who was still staring at him with his mouth open.

"Your hair." Bors said between his laughter.

Tristan slowly moved his hands towards his hair, fearing that Seath might have cut it off. He let out a sigh as his hands come in contact with is hair, as he felt over his head he realized that Seath had braided his hair into French braid.

"Ah yes, I did this especially for Galahad. I believe he wanted to be able to look me in the eye." Tristan evilly grinned at Galahad, who turned scarlet red. More laughter filled the room.

The door opened again and Seath walked in wearing her own regular clothes again, she looked at Tristan and smiled innocently. "Prrrrreeeeeetttyyyyyy."

"Galahad really appreciates it." Tristan had to force himself no to undo the braid that very instant.

"What is it you want?" Arthur looked at Seath.

"I want my knife back." Seath cheerfully skipped over to Tristan and hoped onto his lap.

Tristan winced a bit as she had hopped onto his wounded leg. "Which knife?" Tristan patted her backside.

"Which do you have?" Seath started to un-braid his hair.

Tristan pulled out several knives and placed them onto the table before him. The other knights watched with their mouths open as they saw Tristan behaving like a human being in front of their very eyes. The scout who was normally so distant and would not let people touch him without permission was sitting docile as a woman was braiding his hair back to normal.

"Can I have that one?" Seath pointed to one of Tristan's own knife.

"And what do I get in return for it?" Tristan had made all his knives himself and was reluctant to part of them.

Seath tapped her finger against her lips and leaned next to Tristan's ear, unconsciously the knights all leaned forward hoping to catch whatever Seath was telling Tristan. They watched as Tristan's smirk got a little wider.

"Here you go, then." Tristan handed Seath the knife.

"Now be a good boy. And you will get what I promised." Seath patted Tristan on his head and with a quick kiss hoped of him and left the fortress hall.

"Hey Raicheal." Seath saw Raicheal walking towards the tavern.

"Seath." Raicheal looked a little embarrassed at the woman.

"So when can Tristan and I come play with you and your knights?" Seath smiled at Raicheal.

"Excuse me?" Raicheal coughed nervously.

"It's only fair that I get to see at least one nice ass, since I've so kindly shown you Tristan's." Seath's smile got bigger.

"Galahad doesn't like to share." Raicheal smiled back as she realized that Seath was just kidding.

"Let's get something to eat, especially you." Seath pulled Raicheal further into the tavern for breakfast.

The two women giggled and jested each other all through their breakfast until Gawain and Galahad took their places next to Raicheal.

"So knights, which one of you is going to moon me and Tristan?" Seath looked seriously at the two knights. Galahad started to choke on his drink immediately.

"There's a good boy waiting for you in the shadows." Gawain teased back.

"Now don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Seath yelled over her shoulder to Raicheal.

"And you don't do anything you don't want to do!" Raicheal yelled back.

THE END