“It was. Very lucky.” She glanced over at him. He was quite skilled in the forest, keeping that enormous red cloak from catching on all the little snags. “Well,” she said at last, “I am willing to press on through the dark, if you wish, since you say we are close. The night frightens me no more than the day. Or I assume you know of a place to make camp.”
The sun was already setting, the sky now orange; they weren’t far though, he could already see the white walls if you looked close enough through partings in the trees. Thankfully, he’d grown up in the forests, he knew how to work his way through them, how to survive in them.
“Then we will keep walking, we will only be walking a short while in the dark, no more than fifteen minutes at most.”
“You made it sound so far! Only fifteen minutes, and within sight of the shining walls?” Summer laughed at Mordred. “Even I should not be afraid to take such a walk alone. I didn’t think a Knight would be so fearful — or it is caution? So worried for my safety?”