The knot in my stomach tightened as I scanned the outline of the once-great forest for any sign of Arthur. Every few moments, my gaze swept the mounting crowd below, hoping I had missed him. Where is he? Has he been injured? Or even… I couldn’t dare think the word.
My heart sank as I watched Kay and Bedivere guide an injured Lot through the gates. I rushed down to meet them, Ana close at my heels. She was making an odd choking sound by the time we reached them.
Lot held up a hand to calm her. “It is all right. I will be fine. It is only a broken leg.”
“Had a tussle with one of the bogs,” Kay explained in my ear, “fell right in.”
So much for knowing everything about them. “And Arthur? Where is he?” I couldn’t keep the edge of hysteria out of my voice.
Kay and Bedivere exchanged a glanc
