Suspicion clouded the guard’s face.
‘Please!’ Callie begged, determined now to see this through. ‘I will wait here until he comes.’
The guard heaved a martyred sigh, and disappeared briefly through the entrance to summon someone to stand watch over her — a man wearing the garb of a peasant. ‘Just keep an eye on her,’ he instructed. ‘Don’t let her in.’
Bewildered, Callie looked after him as he disappeared into the courtyard beyond. A familiar voice caught her attention. Her heart began to thump as she strained to hear the words.
‘I don’t … Elaine …? But I’ve never … Lady Charlotte? No, I …’
‘Lancelot!’ Callie shrieked.
The voice stopped. The guard reappeared, shaking his head.
‘Lancelot!’ Callie cried again. The guard stepped aside, and gestured towards her as another figure appeared
