Chapter Twenty-Two
“Why can’t this just be a casual affair? You know, a barbecue out on the jousting fields. Dancing in the dining hall. Didn’t a few of the squires form a band? They could play.”
Aghast didn’t begin to describe the looks that the elder women of Camelot gave Morgan.
“You’d have such a momentous occasion as the union of our Lord be done in the backyard with plastic cups and spicy tomato sauce?”
Morgan knew the answer to that question was no. Though it actually sounded pretty good to her.
“Isn’t this wedding my day?” she tried instead. “Isn’t this about me and Arthur? Not the whole town?”
The women looked from her to each other as though she were spouting an alien tongue.
“I’m going to be terrible at this, aren’t I?” she said to Gwin after the women released her to pla
