Summer slanted a glance at Mordred. “If I cannot see him tonight, how would that be possible? I’m not demanding an audience now, mind you, I only rather thought I would beg a room at the inn.”
“I will speak to him,” Mordred answered, looking a little surprised. “Once I have spoken with him, then we can decide on the sleeping arrangements. He may allow you to stay in the castle,” he explained.
Glancing around the entrance hall at all the flags, the shields and decorations, she nodded. “Shall I just wait here then?” She ran her hands sheepishly down her skirts. “I don’t really make much of a show, as a lady, do I? Trudging through the forest for a day or so will do that to you.”