"That's one wild story," I said, shaking my head.
We rode further out after being ambushed by the thieves and Morgana's men. Now we all sat together in a circle, Merlin had used his magic to light a fire and it was smack in the middle, keeping everyone warm as they explained what happened to them and we explained what happened to us.
"Though it's not nearly as brave," Arthur said, "as what you did, Lucinda. You stepped up to lead this group when they needed you the most." He smiled a little sadly.
My heart tugged a little for Arthur. He had been hoping that Mordred was with us, but when he discovered he wasn't... he broke a little. Although Morgana had the crown, to everyone here he was still a king, therefore he couldn't cry the way he wanted to. No one knows what happened to Mordred.
