Chapter Nineteen
At nearly two in the morning, the last of the artificial lights went out. The King’s Head Tavern had gone dark shortly after midnight. It was the Witches’ Brew Coffee Shop that had been the last holdout. Alcohol coursed through the veins first as an anti-inhibitor, then as a sleep aid. Whereas coffee and tea loosened the lips and kept things lively.
But eventually, the body needed rest. And so the lights of the meeting place were snuffed. The revelers went off to bed. And all was peaceful in the town of Camelot.
Arthur walked in the middle of the empty streets. His movements slow so not to awaken the pain in his chest. The wound was covered with gauze, but the edges tugged where the skin had been ripped open.
That pain was bearable. It was the deeper ache, the one he c
