Chapter Four
“I know you asked that Lancelot be pardoned before we try Marius and Morgan,” Arthur said to me one night several weeks later, “but I am beginning to wonder if I will be able to wrest him from his duties in Brittany.”
I turned from watching out the window as the bitter wind drove leaden storm clouds pregnant with snow toward Camelot’s spires to glance at Mordred, who was with us in Arthur’s private study. He was pointedly ignoring our conversation, intent on his book. “Why is that?”
“Lancelot has pledged his service to the house of Dorngwenn. Their king is dead and the four heirs are engaged in civil war with each other and their sister. It is a terrible situation, one I fear becoming too involved in, lest they see my interest as an act of aggression against them. I have no
