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I carefully took a few steps back from her, remembering the trick she had used the last time.
“Morgan Pendragon. Morgan le Fay,” she pointed out, waving a hand.
My shoulders relaxed in relief. “We’re both Pendragons for now, I suppose.”
She laughed. “For now. Well put.”
“So this arrangement you have with Arthur, it’s temporary?” I asked cautiously.
She shrugged. “For now, we both gain from it. I’ve brought him the sword. He provides me with a shield.” She smiled as if she had said something funny. “I suppose you’re angry with me.”
“For leaving me that day, you mean?”
She ran her hand along the top of the harp. “I suppose I might have helped. But I was... a little muddled. I had been in that prison for so very long.” She snuck another look at me. “Honestly I could hardly believe you were truly my sister at all.”
“But when you peered into my head—without my permission, might I add—that’s what my memories told you?”
She nodded slowly. “I saw you as a child. And Idrisane.” My mother’s fae name.
“Were you friends with her?”
“Of a sort.” She smiled to herself. “I’m older.”
I should have suspected that. “Oh.”
She shook her head as she looked at me. “You don’t remember me at all from that time, I suppose?”
“You mean before Meridium?”
She turned back to the harp. “You were just a child in Numenos. None of us knew exactly what Father had planned. I thought the war was almost a game to him.”
“What do all men play at war for?” I said. “But to accrue more power for themselves.”
Orcades nodded. “True enough. Men and their toys. Men and their swords.”
“Speaking of which, do you really think giving Excalibur to Arthur was the best idea?” I asked carefully. “I thought you planned to use it to slay your enemies.” HerSiabraenemies.
She smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth. “Before I was imprisoned, the Siabra had been my foes. Once I was released, I spent some time reflecting and reconsidered who my true enemies really were.”
I swallowed. “That sounds ominous. What conclusion did you come to?”
“There is one man at the heart of all that has ever gone wrong in this world.”
“That is... quite the blame you’re placing.”
Her eyes narrowed. “But quite true.”
“And this man is?”
“Hardly a man at all.”
My heart skipped a beat, hearing an echo of my uncle’s words.
“Do you mean our father?”
She nodded. “The High King. Higher than all. He lurks out there, desperately trying to accrue power again even now.” She gestured vaguely out the window. I glimpsed white clouds floating past. “We cannot allow that, Morgan.”
“How can we stop him?” Pendrath was already at war. Did we really need to worry about a High Fae King now, too?
