‘Where are they now?’
‘Back at the castle?’ Callie guessed, hoping it was true, hoping they’d found a safe refuge.
‘Then I shall send word to fetch them here,’ Morgan promised, with a martyred sigh.
Although she felt warm, comfortable, and well-fed, there was a lot to keep Callie wakeful that night.
Morgan had told her to rest. ‘We must wait until daylight before we can set out on our journey,’ she’d said, going on to relate all the events that had taken place in court since they’d galloped away and disappeared.
‘What of Sir Lavaine and his squire?’ Callie asked, eager for news of the pair.
Morgan smiled. ‘We were deceived,’ she said, with a knowing look that told Callie she was well aware they were part of the deception. ‘It seems the squire Mark was really Lavaine’s sister — and yo
