FORTY-SIX
As she led the way to the lake, Guinevere debated what to say first.
Yet it was Lancelot who broke the silence. "What possessed you to invite the King hunting?" he hissed.
Guinevere folded her arms across her breasts. "A more benevolent spirit than the one who inspired you to lie to him!" she returned hotly. "I'd thought you a man of honour, yet you seem happy to tell blatant lies to your king!"
"My king died in his bed before we left the capital, and I never lied to him in my life," Lancelot declared. "That man might be his replacement, but he is not yet my king. I have sworn no oaths, pledged no allegiance..."
"Xylander is not a fool! It is only a matter of time until he realises that of all his vassals, you have not renewed your oath to the crown. He will summon you to
