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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.
“There’s nowhere left for me to go.” She turns away. “She doesn’t trust you, Mordred, and she is going to use me against you. I can stop that happening, but not if I leave.”
“She can’t use you against me if you leave,” he tells her sternly. ”Please, go to Merlin, or Gwaine, or find the druids, please, anywhere but here.”
Summer’s voice cracks as she snaps, “Mordred. There are two armies out there, and I have barely slept. I will not make it a mile, and I will not leave. By this time, the King will know I have gone, and they are not going to take me back in. Please, be sensible.”