So he had allied with the Saxons and Picts. Mordred had previously admitted to learning from them, but he had given no sign how deep his diplomacy with them ran. Exactly what had he and Ida discussed in private when he was here? What negotiations had we not been privy to? Anything he would keep from the council had to be either illegal or unethical.
Bors must have been thinking along the same lines. “Tread carefully, my lord. Let us not forget what trusting the Saxons meant for the old tyrant Vortigern.” He made a slicing motion across his neck. “Besides, I’ll not fight alongside their filthy armies with their brutish women. Women are meant for the home, not the battlefield.” He threw a poignant look at Sobian.
“Is that so? Well then, the next time I have the opportunity to rescue you,
