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Mordred stopped, placing his vambrace down on the bench, his heart sinking. For a moment he concentrates completely on his armour, how could he answer such a question? Telling her would mean her life and the lives of those whom called Camelot home. An impossible predicament.
The young knight turns to face her, his fingers brushing lightly against the metal of his armour. “I’m not hiding anything” he tells her simply.
Mordred stood by the window, looking down into the small citadel with his arms folded over his chest, his black armour glinting in the candle light. “We are to leave soon,” he hears a voice from behind him and he glances up, the face of a serving girl reflecting in the glass and he nods. “The Lady Morgana told me to tell you sir,” she says timidly and he half turns towards her. “Thank you, you may go.”
It hadn’t been all that hard, finding Morgana, it was actually quite simple but it did not mean that he did not pay repentance for what he had done earlier to her. Mordred moved from the window, looking over the map that lay spread out on the table, his gaze finding one word in particular. Camlann. It would be there that they made their stand. He could remember it, as if it had only happened moments ago when word had been sent to him of Kara, his childhood friend and how Arthur had killed her. The pain was still there, and it would never go away.
Their journey had been a long and tiring one, and sleep had eluded him most nights. His priority keeping Morgana safe and their men in check. He didn’t want to think about what would await him at Camlann and he didn’t care; all he knew was that Arthur would pay, and pay dearly.
Summer had never found out the names of, or even any more information about, the druids who had rescued her. They had guided her to Camelot’s outskirts and left her there, melting back into the forest.
She’d not intended to seek out Sir Leon, or Merlin, but that choice was taken away from her too — Merlin came to her door the next day, taking her up to the castle. Heartbroken, she simply went along, and it only took Gaius and Merlin a few questions to have most of the story out of her. The shock of finding out that Mordred had been right, that other folk in Camelot knew of them, were glad of them even, almost penetrated the numbness.
So she found herself on a horse at Guinevere’s side, following the army to a place called Camlann. What she was supposed to do there, she didn’t know — only that something was being kept from her. She couldn’t make herself care.