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IZZY? Only her best friends and her father ever called her Izzy But she supposed arguing with a goddess who&039;d just saved her life wasn&039;t necessarily in her best interests As Isabel and Sa them to Camelot, Isabel pondered on just how deep a dream this was

After all, as Viviane had predicted, she and Samara became fast friends, and Isabel rode sidesaddle as if she&039;d been doing it all of her life How could that be?

Or was this truly an afterworld that no one still alive could even iine? Was this how the universe worked? It dropped you off into a different place and time? Already she&039;d had to stop Samara twice to take care of business in the al in Cah, every ti akin to toilet paper waiting for her She kept whispering, "Thank you, Viviane" And she could swear that the trees whispered back, "No proble else The first time Isabel stopped, she&039;d roped the reins around a tree Saust When Isabel returned, Sa several yards away Isabel picked up that cue fast, and at the second stop, she left Sa with Sam&039;s trust or freedom Isabel was rewarded by that trust when Sam leaned down to help her up into the saddle easily After the first time, when she&039;d had to look around for a stu it over

The turrets of the castle loo the necklace so often it felt like it was even getting impatient with her

Viviane was on her side, but she wasn&039;t by her side, which would have made her much happier

"Looks like it&039;s you andthe bond they&039;d found together almost instantly She didn&039;t need to kick, she didn&039;t need to slap the reins Just a word and Samara understood her

"So, whatcha think, Sa to accomplish our mission?"

Samara snorted and nodded her head But then she suddenly stopped and her ears perked A crackling in the leaves froers and bears, oh my

Isabel held on to the necklace and called out, "Who goes there?" Which was about the du she could possibly say, especially if she was talking to a people-eating critter, but it just sort of came out

A man appeared from around the side of an enorhtened "Relax, ive you formal escort to the castle"

Isabel&039;s heart dropped right to her vagina and started throbbing there Now this was a beautiful man His hair was dark but cut quite short His lips whispered sex, his sreen as the lush forest around theoatee, which she nor what appeared to be some sort of flexible chain mail over his chest that fell almost to his knees, he held a hunter&039;s bow in his left hand and had a quiver strapped across his chest, the arrows apparent behind his really broad shoulders Underneath the ars

Theto her necklace, then back to her face "&039;Tis unsee this forest alone Where are yourtrunks?"

Good question, for which she didn&039;t have a good answer, until she touched her neckpiece "Oh, yes, well, they are a beat or ten behindpace of the wagon and sporting a need for a bit of privacy But they should be catching up shortly Shouldn&039;t they?" she asked the trees The trees above shivered, and she took that as a yes After all, Viviane wouldn&039;t have sent her to this place without oould she? And of course it would see alone

"I&039;m honored that you feel safety in the forests of Caer"

The only danger she felt at the e the subject, fast, she said, "I&039;e You appear to know ofarrival, but I know naught of you" Isabel felt a giggle bubble in her chest and was certain its source was Viviane&039;s It suddenly occurred to her that she was speaking and understanding Old English just fine What a really cool drea a fair idea of your i out for your entourage so that you would have proper escort to Caht to me that you appeared to be alone And that none of your men had ridden ahead to announce you I worried dearly that soine ht And she wondered just how alone she&039;d been when she&039;d had to stop to empty her bladder She felt her cheeks heat up at the idea

"My sincerest gratitude for your concern and care"

"My sincerest gratitude for your gracious acceptance to visit us at Camelot"

"Then, I suppose, we&039;re all happy caain, sir, I have yet to knohom I speak Are you, perchance" - let us pray - "Sir Lancelot?" Even as she asked, she was fairly certain she couldn&039;t be that lucky This ht she&039;d read about He was seasoned just right, with laugh lines around his eyes and brackets around hisAnd there was a wisdom and even hint of weariness in his eyes

His laughter was again deep and deadly "All beautiful wo hiy necessary But who then, are you?"

He bowed again "My name is Arthur"

"No way"

"Way"

He&039;s the king, Izzy

And that et your aces off your horse and curtsy

Lady, you have kind of left out a lot

Isabel disracefully, then took Arthur&039;s hand and did her best to bend into a curtsy Since she hadn&039;t curtsied since a tenth grade play - of all things, Ca Arthur,you before now"

She went to bring his hand to her lips, because she was pretty certain she was supposed to kiss his ring or so all that versed lately in bowing to soonads

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up, his smile so full of enjoy

"Countess, the ride has obviously been a long one and your legs are trying Betwixt us, that ring kissing thing has always annoyed me"