“Ah, oui,” Lancelot answered with a humble smile. “Yes, gladly.”
“Excellent. Tonight at the festival, you will swear allegiance to me and my queen and take your place as a member of the Combrogi.”
Malegant scowled. He had been jockeying for that position since Arthur was crowned. He huffed away through the crowd, a bitter grudge taking shape with each step. Lancelot was proving quicker to make enemies than friends.
Lancelot stared after him. “Perhaps we did not get off to the best start,” he said as I neared.
I watched Malegant’s receding figure stalk back toward the castle.
“I think not.” I placed a reassuring hand on Lancelot’s arm and took a deep breath, trying to decide the most delicate way of saying what was on my mind. “Malegant is a proud man. He does not take kindly to corr
