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Chapter 5-3
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
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