Chapter Twenty-Four
The autumnal equinox came and went without a single word from the Irish. The council formulated a plan that would go into effect if any hostility was detected, so Arthur decided it was time to return to his own lands. Pellinor, ever the gracious host, insisted on organizing one final celebration to honor the king before he left.
As the first light of dawn colored the horizon, I joined some of the servants in the kitchen to gather supplies for the hunting party. I found them speaking animatedly in hushed tones. From what I could gather, one of them had received word from Isolde, who had arrived home safely some weeks before.
“She is keeping her promise,” someone said.
That was all I was to know. All conversation ceased when I entered the room, a spy in the enemy c
