CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was no use telling Arthur he had made the Saxons’ hostility worse. That he realized as much was evident by his silence as Morgan cleaned and dressed his wounds.
Spurred on by rage and grief, by nightfall, the Saxons had the trench revealed and a wide swath of it filled. Our archers rained down arrows and hurled stones on those who crossed, but Octha’s army was so large it felt as though for every man we killed, two more appeared.
It took little battle training to know they would set the gatehouse and outer palisade ablaze at the first opportunity. So while Arthur slept, I slipped away to the first unoccupied place I could find—a deserted granary at the base of the keep. It was dark and still inside, the only light seeping in between slats in the wooden w
