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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“You /lied/ to him,” she hisses, glancing round. She seizes his hand and tugs him down the corridor without paying much attention to where they’re going, only away.
The young knight jumps when she grabs his hand and she leads him down the hall. “Summer, where are you taking me?”
“I — don’t know.” She glances around. Instinctively, weirdly, she’s managed to move in the direction that Dover lies in, despite still being in Camelot. “It doesn’t matter. Mordred, you lied to him!”