Before I could ask where Lancelot had gone, the steady clomp of hooves broke the silence, and I froze, fearing we had been discovered.
Peace, Imogen signed. ‘Tis only Lancelot.
“You’re up early,” I said by way of greeting as he entered.
“I wanted to be at the village before dawn in case any of Malegant’s spies remain. The last thing we need is to alert them of our plans or our method of travel.”
“Lancelot, I know you want to use this steed to carry me back to Camelot, but I cannot ask Imogen to walk that distance. I would like her and Sobian to go on ahead of us and be the messengers of good tidings to Arthur. We can follow.”
“But there is only one horse. Sobian sold hers in order to be able to stay in town while we formulated a plan to rescue you. You cannot expect to walk all that
