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”And why should you get one?”
“Will you meet me at the stables at noon, then?” she asks. “And no armour.”
”Of course, noon it is.” Mordred chewed his lip. “Fine.”
“Perhaps Sir Gwaine and Sir Leon will chase you about the field today, and you can practise your speed.” Summer slips out of his arms again, patting his cheek. “Shall I come and watch, anyway, to enourage your efforts?”