20. Old AlliancesErin had known it would happen, but even still she was not prepared for the sudden isolation. As soon as the crowd died down Falkor led her to a tent at the centre of the camp. Odmund and Allan were exiting as she arrived, each laden with a small bundle of things. She realised, with a pang of guilt, that they were giving up their tent for her. She would have protested if not for the flinty look in Falkor’s eyes. Odmund and Allan bowed as she was marched past. The tent flap dropped behind her, turning her world into dim half-darkness.
“Wait here,” said Falkor. “I’ll be back soon.”
Erin slumped to the ground. She gazed slowly around the tent, but her eyes skimmed over her surroundings. She wished Marsaili and Niamh were there. She had petitioned both Falkor and Arthur on t
