TWENTY-EIGHT
Guinevere's days blended into a monotony where she had little to do other than stare at the mirror. She only knew a new day had dawned when the guard outside her door changed colour, for the knights wore their bright surcoats while on guard duty as well as at court. Warned by Lancelot not to speak to her, lest she try to bespell them as well, none of the knights would meet her eyes or offer their names, so she named them for their blazons.
The knight with a lying-down lion was Sleepy, while the knight who bore a serpent twisted about a staff was the Physician. A different guard for each day of the week, until Lancelot returned to stand guard. Though she knew his name, she found herself thinking of him as Grumpy. Not for the fine sword embroidered on his breast, but for the
