Chapter Fourteen
We left the moat and headed through the castle gates. Over the horizon, I could see the horses returning across the hills toward the stables. I had no idea how they knew we’d returned another way. I didn’t understand everything magical.
We rushed the injured men inside the throne room. Morgan and Gwin were at our heels. Gwin looked at the severely injured Gawain and the less injured Lance. Indecision was clear on her face.
“Tend to him,” Lance said.
“It’s not like I’ll die anytime soon,” Gawain muttered. He choked when he tried to laugh off the pain. As he did, the wound in his side wept.
With one final, longing look at Lance, Gwin went to Gawain.
“What happened?” Morgan demanded.
“Help your sister,” Arthur commanded. He tossed Father Gerard into one of the seats se
