Action-packed chapter today! Roundabout this time Accolon’s body and Arthur’s note arrive, and Morgan is all at once equal parts heartbroken, angry, and frightened. But since she can’t let on that she cares especially about Accolon, or that Arthur … Continue reading →
“It’s okay, everyone,” Arthur tells the kneeling crowd. “It’s cool. Everybody up. C’mon, chop chop.” Everybody slowly rises to their feet. “Now, see, this is the kind of thing that happens when knights go out to have strange adventures. It … Continue reading →
Meanwhile Sir Accolon also comes to. He’s neither back at Camelot nor in Damas’s prison. Instead he’s lying precariously close to the edge of a well. The well is artesian and there’s a lovely marble fronting and silver pipe and … Continue reading →
Chapter seven is where the story takes a turn. Arthur’s in this dark prison, surrounded by moaning knights. “Who are you and why are you moaning?” he asks. “We’re knights, twenty knights, that have been locked up here as prisoners,” … Continue reading →
