She handed me a cup of wine, which I gratefully drained. “I thought you could use some relief. I have already slept a little. Morgan is abed, and Grainne is watching over those in the barracks. Get some sleep. I will stand vigil.” Elaine’s eyes misted over, and her face became wistful.
Her expression reminded me of her youthful crush on Lancelot and her fancy that he would become her husband. Oh, how our lives had taken paths we could never have foreseen.
I stood and kissed her cheek. “He is in the hands of his gods. We have done all we can.”
Elaine smiled sadly and fingered the enameled ring on her left hand. “Indeed. I will pray for him.”
I returned her joyless smile. “That is all we can do. If he wakes, please come find me. Oh!” I suddenly remembered the beginnings of the beer. I co
