CHAPTER 11
The assembly was subdued that night, spirits dampened by the sight of all the empty seats usually occupied by Guinevere, her attendants, and the captured knights, along with those who had ridden out when Lancelot failed to return with the queen. In spite of the anxious faces and hushed voices, El was looking forward to the feast. She waited impatiently while Magrit carved thick slices of bread from a large round loaf marked with a cross. As Lev’s squire, Magrit was expected to serve the knight and his guests. Casting anxious glances around the hall to check that she was doing the right thing, Magrit carefully placed the slices of bread in front of them. Knife in hand, she turned her attention to a huge fish.
‘Don’t eat that!’ El reached out to stop her hungry sister from scoff
