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“Not surprising,” Sebastian muttered.
Noelle held her palm to her forehead. “I’ve never said this before, but I think I’m going to faint.”
Sebastian leaned over the table and rested his hand on her shoulder. “’Tis all right. If you faint, I will guard your sleeping body.”
He smiled. He was joking, calming her, making her smile.
“Does this mean you believe me?” he asked her.
“It seems all the evidence points to you telling the truth.”
He noted her voice was a little shaky. “Do you want me to escort you home? Mr. Lancaster and I can finish our chat some other time.”
“No,” Simeon interjected, holding up his hand to Sebastian. “Leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with you.”
“What?” Sebastian laughed a little, but he was getting angry. “And what does he have to do with you,Merlin?”
Lancaster dropped his coffee to the floor. “What?”
Noelle moved to grab some napkins.
“He heard the two knights suggest it,” Simeon explained. “One of them even suggested he was King Arthur. They were grasping at straws.”
“They are knights,” Lancaster echoed softly. “Sirs Gawaine and Lucan.”
The time traveler gasped. “How do you know them?”
“I didn’t until I saw them. Elia described them to me.”
“Ah, yes,” the trader nodded.
“What else did the knights say?” Lancaster turned to Sebastian.
“They are King Arthur’s knights,” Sebastian whispered, then whistled. “’Tis all real then. Only I would have swornyouwere Merlin,” he told Lancaster.
“I can’t believe I don’t have a shred of proof of any of this.” Noelle rested her head in her hands and shook it slowly.
“Miss Upton—” Lancaster began with a worried scowl.
“I know. I know,” she assured him. “I’m just saying. Like, my therapist wouldn’t even believe it.”
“So—” It wasn’t that Sebastian hadn’t heard her and felt bad for her because this was the break of her life and she couldn’t do anything or tell anyone. He got that. But—“Where is he? Where is King Arthur? That’s who they are looking for, isn’t it. One of them said the brooch was supposed to help them find King Arthur. Wait!” He roved his hands over himself, as if he needed to be sure he was still him. “Am I Arthur? The brooch did bring them to my time—”
“God help us, no,” muttered Simeon. “Lord Surrey, you will not be told another thing about King Arthur from my lips.”
“I’m not Lord Surrey anymore, Mr. Simeon. And you have been on me since Michael and Charlotte’s secret wedding celebration. I’m getting a little fed up with it.”
“Who is this woman Michael married?” Lancaster asked, sounding carefree for a moment. “Is she a good woman?”
“Aye,” Sebastian supplied. “She is one of my dearest friends.”
“You will tell me all about her,” Lancaster ordered.
Who exactly was Detective Pendridge to him? Even more importantly, who was Charles Lancaster?
“Sure. Another time perhaps.”
“Roldan,” Lancaster said, satisfied with Sebastian’s answer. “The knights came looking for him. You’re aware, I’m sure, that Mr. Alexander stole a brooch—”
