TWELVE
"Mark my words, cousin. If your father rises from his bed today, it will be a miracle indeed."
Guinevere recognised the sneering voice of the man who'd been sitting beside the princess last night. Instead of continuing into the Great Hall, she retreated down the corridor, where the shadows would hide her from sight while she could still listen.
"If you have poisoned my father, Lord Melwas, I will see you tried and executed for treason. He will rise as readily as he has every other morning."
That was the princess.
Guinevere's blood ran cold. What did Melwas know about the King's condition? Could the man have poisoned his king somehow? But how would he have known to give him a poison to make his death look like Mother's?
"Oh, not me, dear cousin. I would not dream of poisonin
