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CHAPTER 27 - MORGAN
The sanctuary of sleepbeckoned to me that night, but at first, I would not surrender.
Earlier in the evening, I had gone to Arthur and requested an audience but had been turned away. Perhaps, I’d been told, the king would agree to see me in the morning.
From there, I’d gone to my uncle’s chambers in the undercroft of the castle. Surely he would be able to help me form a plan to spirit Lancelet out of the castle so that I wouldn’t have to resort to what I had threatened to do—burning the place down around us all to save her.
There had to be a less conspicuous way to smuggle someone out, and if there was, Caspar Starweaver was certain to know of it. If we could free a few extra prisoners—or even all of them—while we were at it, so much the better. Hopefully, Galahad and Guinevere could spare enough resources to help Lancelet and some of my brother’s former captives.
But when I entered the Master of Potions’ laboratory, he was nowhere to be seen. An elixir brewing in a black cauldron had cooled down to a brown sludge. The fire was nothing but warm coals.
I scrawled a note on a piece of parchment, asking my uncle to come and find me as soon as he could, and left it pinned to the brick wall over his tea kettle full of very cold tea.
My next visit was to the library.
To my surprise, the musty, vaulted rooms were not empty this time.
A man was leaning over a table in the center of the library, rows of towering shelves to either side.
A man with golden hair.
I caught my breath. Fenyx.
I had seen enough of the bastard in close quarters for one day. Quickly, I crept into one of the high rows of books and then peered around the corner.
The table Fenyx stood at was covered with books. Books he was scanning intently. He was looking for something.
I watched as he flipped through the book in front of him, then paused, reading closely. He pulled another book towards him, flipped a page, then traced his finger over a column.
What was he looking for?
With a cold chill, I knew what it must be. Evidently, I was not alone in my search for more information about the three objects of power. Fenyx must be looking for anything he could find about Excalibur as well.
There was a clattering of boots. A soldier marched into the room from the opposite entrance and saluted.
“Lord General, pardon the interruption, but the king has asked to see you.”
Fenyx made a sound of frustration but stepped away from the table and followed the soldier out into the hall on the far side of the library.
I listened until their footsteps had faded away, then emerged from my place of concealment.
Fenyx had left the books he’d been reading open on the table. Clearly, like me, he’d incorrectly assumed the library had few to no visitors.
