Chapter Twenty-Six
A week later, Kay led me, bound in iron shackles, before Arthur in his council chambers. I had been in here countless times over the years, but this was the first time I’d ever felt threatened in this room.
Around the table stood my friends, the Combrogi. But today their faces were anything but welcoming. Bors, Accolon, and Gawain regarded me with disgust, while Bedivere, Sobian, and Lot gave me looks of pity and concern. Even the statues of Arthur’s ancestors seemed to scowl at me from their stone perches. With a start, I noticed someone had covered my statue with a black cloth. That was the true measure of the trouble I was in.
A special area had been set up at the head of the table. Arthur sat in his usual place, with Marius on his left and Morgan on his right. Th
