CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Spring 514
Arthur shook me awake. “Guinevere!”
“What?” I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes or shift from my comfortable position.
“I have had the most incredible dream! Wake up! I must tell you about it.”
“Go tell Morgan about it. She’s your favorite wife, is she not?” I grumbled.
“You don’t understand. Please, just listen.”
Arthur’s voice was so animated I couldn’t ignore it, as much as I wanted to. I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. It was still dark, probably a few hours before dawn. The room around us was quiet save for Arthur’s ragged breathing. I said a silent prayer of gratitude, invoking the goddess Arianrhod, who watched over all couples engaged in lusty affairs, that this was one of the rare nights Lancelot wasn’t with me.
I turned to
