Chapter Three
The Combrogi leaked word that I had returned under Arthur’s guard as though it was secret information intended only for a select few. They let it “slip” through tongues seemingly loosened by liquor in the taverns, traded it as currency in dim back alleyways, and passed it to servants during illicit relations. As expected, the news slithered from ear to ear faster than a flea-born disease.
When the proclamation went out that Arthur wished for all of his subjects to assemble in Camelot’s courtyard, they eagerly complied. Some camped out overnight, wrapped in thick blankets and cloaks, leaning against buildings or sleeping on the cold stone pavers. Others straggled in near dawn, staking out their places with wooden crates or dirty quilts. Enterprising merchants set up booths
