CHAPTER 8
‘Are you sure we can’t be seen?’ Meg asked anxiously as they left the tower and headed along a narrow winding road that ran in the direction of the river and Camelot. Lev leaned heavily on Stephen’s arm, shuffling and dragging his feet.
‘He’s not paying any attention to us.’ Stephen pointed at a figure coming their way.
A farmer, dressed in peasant’s clothes, trudged slowly along leading a cow on a halter. He passed them without acknowledging their presence, although his glance flicked over them and seemed to linger on the sagging figure of Lev.
‘I reckon we should cut off here.’ El gestured at a faint track that forked off towards the green curtain of trees and the river beyond. As they turned down it, a couple of knights on horseback came into view, trotting towards Camelot
