“You’ve encountered Morgana Pendragon? And survived to tell the tale. There must be more to you than meets the eye.” Elisabeth toyed with the food on her plate. “What would that lady want with my daughter, Sir Mordred?”
Mordred pulled a face. Morgana had saved him long ago as a boy and he had betrayed her for Arthur, he was surprised nothing had come of it yet, but he was waiting. “She is attacking anyone affiliated with Camelot in any form. She doesn’t give exact orders, her men raid anything and anyone.” He dared not mention the fact that he stabbed her.
“Hmmm.” Elisabeth flicked a glance at her husband. Laurence leaned forward, meeting Mordred’s eyes. “Do you think we need to worry? Ismere is the far side of Camelot from here — Odin is far closer. If they’ve joined forces, it’s cause for concern.”
Elisabeth’s hand closed slowly on the knife by her dish. Laurence laid a hand on her shoulder. “You are right. This is not talk for now. But I would be glad to hear your advice later, Mordred.”