Seeing critically ill people every day definitely puts things into perspective. When I go home, I know what really matters in life.
Definitely!
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“Do not touch her. (...) She is my wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.”
They have Won
“We’re done being squashed by the House of Morgan and their goldsoaked nobles,” Brados says, “while we starve. We’re taking power for
ourselves.”
At my side, Malleus draws his sword. “Just try.”
Talan raises his hand. “Enough. Put your sword away. You look like an
idiot.”
Malleus flushes and sheathes his sword.
Talan meets Brados’s stare. “You’re right. This country shouldn’t be
ruled by the House of Morgan. In fact, the House of Morgan has never ruled
this kingdom.”
Brados stares at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Auberon lied. The throne was never his. Mordred is not his father. He
descends from Merlin.”
“Do we really need to worry about old history?” Aedan blusters.
“It’s true,” I say. “Mordred, son of Morgan, is still alive on Avalon. I am
his daughter. He told me this himself.”
“You’re lying,” Brados says coldly.
“Ask your advisor,” I say calmly. “She saw Mordred only yesterday.
They got along very well, actually.”
Brados turns to Nivene in shock. She purses her lips and gives him a
tiny nod.
“Well, then this makes it even clearer,” Brados says. “We’re not going
to let Mordred, whom none of us has seen in over a millennium, rule over
us. And we definitely won’t let a family of liars rule, either.”
“Neither will we,” Aedan says, his oily voice sharp and dangerous.
“Clearly, the strongest noble family should take charge. Farmers and
peasants don’t know how to run a kingdom.”
“The most powerful noble family?” Malleus raises his voice. “And who
would that be? My father holds the largest army—”
“Your father has the plague, boy,” Aedan spits.
“He’s already getting better—”
I definitely saw him yesterday. It was yesterday evening. He showed no signs of dying. But people usually died without any warning, didn’t they?
The Avalon Tower and Camelot
Tana hands me another cup of tea. “Almost there, love.”
“To Camelot?”
She nods. “It was once part of Cornwall, you know, until the king of
Wessex invaded. The rulers of Camelot used magic to hide it. Some say it
was Merlin himself, protecting Camelot from his oak tree. Some say he
doesn’t die.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin.
Around us, the river narrows. On either side, stone and timber frame
buildings crowd the riverbanks. A thin fog hangs over them, tinged by rosy
morning light. Gas lamps lend an ochre glow to the mist. This place really
feels like stepping back in time.
“How come no one knows about Camelot?” For some reason, I’m
whispering.
“It’s secret, of course.” She smiles at me. “That’s what makes it a
perfect place for spies. Only permitted ships can enter.” She sighs. “This
river is haunted, you know. I can feel it. A long time ago, the Fey used to
cut off people’s heads and throw them in the river, and now, I can hear their
spirits whispering.”
A shiver runs through me. “Oh.” I can almost hear their whispers
myself. “I didn’t know the Fey once lived close to humans.”
Tana smiles faintly. “Oh, yes, in peace for a while.” She cocks her ear at
the water, as if listening to something, then shrugs. “They named the tower
after the old Fey kingdom, Avalon.” Tana smiles wistfully. “In some parts of
Camelot, you can still find the roads and temples built by the Pendragon
kings long ago. The Pendragon walls encircle the city, hundreds of feet
high. A few hundred years ago, we stopped putting severed heads on the
city gates, you’ll be pleased to know. At least, I’m pretty sure we stopped.”
I clear my throat. “I’m glad to hear it.” That’s twice now she’s
mentioned severed heads.
“Our academy dates back to the Roman occupation of Britain. You’ll
learn all about it soon
