Gasps, and a quickly choked off protest from the queen, rippled around the room. Morgan sat down, looking well pleased with her mischief-making.
Once more the king rapped on the table for silence. Slowly, wearily, he turned to Guinevere. ‘As the faithless Blodeuwedd burned, so will you burn, my faithless wife. Burn also for your pagan customs, Guinevere. They have no place in this court, not anymore.’
There was a flurry of indrawn breaths as the court understood Arthur’s intention. Guinevere did not flinch. She tilted her chin and stared defiantly at her husband.
Where was Lancelot? Why wasn’t he here to defend Guinevere, even tell lies for her if necessary? Frantically, Callie tried to recall the details of the legend she’d read so avidly, the story that had touched her heart and made
