TWENTY-SIX
"I must interrogate the prisoner!"
Every night Melwas appeared at the door of her chamber, and each night he uttered the same demand. But the guards would not allow him to enter, to Guinevere's endless relief.
Until tonight.
"Yes, Lord Regent, but you say she is a witch who has cast a spell over the King. What if she were to do the same to you?"
"I am immune to magic! I have a charm that wards me against evil such as hers!"
"Let me see that." There was a long pause, followed by, "You should send your guards to arrest whoever sold that to you, Lord Regent, for it is about as magical as my left arse-cheek."
"Later, later. What matters is this traitor, and I must interrogate her now!"
"Very well, Lord Regent."
As the door swung open, Guinevere rose to stand before the mi
