CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Autumn 503
One month passed, then two as we recovered at Cadbury. Slowly, bones mended and wounds healed, at least those that could be seen. Those inside our minds and hearts would take longer to cure. I took small comfort in knowing that mine were not the only haunted eyes ringed with shadows. Sleep eluded us all, and when it deigned to appear, it was accompanied by vivid nightmares that forced us to relive our strife. I wondered often how Arthur lived with the memories of more than a dozen battles.
Our court tarried at Cadbury in this convalescent state until we could wait no longer, seeking a normality I doubted would ever come. Soon the snows would begin to fall. We needed to make ready for Camelot if our slow-moving party was going to make the long jour
