CHAPTER 10
Meg finished her third helping of salmon and sat back, pushing away the piece of bread with a contented sigh. She felt pleasantly full and rather sleepy after all the wine she’d drunk. Young pages began to clear the table to make way for the next course: the platters of cakes, pastries, fruits and nuts that the servants were already bringing out.
She stole a quick glance at Mordred. He was talking to the lady on his other side; no one seemed to be looking at her. Hating what she had to do, especially after being warned off by him, she quickly reached out to the abandoned slab of meat and bread that the squire had prepared for her, and rolled it all up like a doner kebab. It was chunky, oozing juices, but it was the best she could do. She couldn’t return to the tower empty-hand
