CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
For a few moments, none of us moved. In the dying daylight, we stood like statues on a shore ruined by destruction. Leaves and branches littered the shore as though a powerful storm had blown through. The shoreline was in tatters thanks to the tidal wave and Lancelot and Malegant’s battle. Three bodies littered the ground. Across the water, the ruins of the tower were smoldering, sending plumes of smoke into the dusky sky. If anyone found this place in the next year or two, they might wonder what had taken place, but they would never guess the devastation was all from the rescue of the queen.
The fisherman stirred. “Please allow me to offer you shelter for the night.”
I eyed the man who was so much an older version of Lancelot with suspicion. “How do we know t
