“Sam," Margot exclaimed when I appeared in front of her with Merlin across my shoulders. She scrambled to her feet. “Is he hurt?"
“I don't know, but we got to get out of here now." Then, taking the druid to Margot's horse, I flopped him over the saddle like a sack of grain.
“Where is Nimue?" Margot asked, a bit petulantly.
“Fighting Morgan." I hurriedly tied Merlin to the saddle and then mounted my horse. I offered my hand to my girl. “Come on, let's go."
Taking it, she swung up behind me. “Why don't I ride Nimue's horse?"
“If you survived a dual with an evil shape-changing enchantress, would you want to be stranded without a horse in front of the witch's lair?" Grasping the reins of the horse carrying Merlin, I kicked my mount into a run. The poor wizard bounced terribly. He'll be s
