My head snapped up. “How do you know?”
She tapped the center of her forehead, indicating she’d seen it with second sight. “Trust me.”
Her laughter trailed behind me as I ran into the night, intent on finding Aggrivane.
The appointed day and hour had come.
Thin shafts of sunlight occasionally pierced through the low, milky clouds as we picked our way through the moss-covered rocks where the earth met the sea far below Camelot. Only a few hours before, high tide had submerged this whole area in shoulder-deep saltwater all the way to the base of the cliff on which the fortress rested. But now it had retreated, leaving behind gleaming tide pools in the pockmarked stone. Waves still lapped at the outer banks, so we stayed farther inland, but we ventured out far enough that the hiss and gurg
