CHAPTER ELEVEN
Clusters of soldiers formed and reformed on the battlefield of Camlann. In the confusion, Stephen and Hal managed to tear off the black and white pennants that marked them as Mordred’s men. Along with El, they dodged and weaved until they found themselves at the rear of his opponent’s army. King Arthur was passing among the men giving them encouragement and advice.
‘We meet to make a treaty,’ he shouted above the noise, and the soldiers quietened to listen. ‘I will agree to let Mordred have Dumnonia and Demetia from this time forward. After I die, my son will reign over all my realm. He must be content with that. Yet I trust him not. Stay quiet, wait and watch. Should you see any sword drawn, come on fiercely and slay that traitor, Sir Mordred, for you will know that he me
